Shower Scenes Ch 02

Beca Mitchell froze and then almost jumped out of her skin when she woke up. Something was pressed against her back and it was freaking her out. More accurately someone was pressed against her back, and she was in a strange bed/room she didn't recognise, and she initially wasn't sure what was going on.

Then the cloudiness of sleep cleared her brain and she remembered last night. Remembered her best friend Chloe Beale interrupting yet another of her attempts at a shower and looking so earnest and hopeful, and admittedly smoking hot, that Beca hadn't had the willpower to turn her away, the brunette then blushing as she remembered what happened next before cautiously turning around.

Maybe she was going to wake up Chloe and tell her this was a mistake. Maybe she wanted to glare at the girl who had seduced her embarrassingly easily. Or maybe Beca just didn't like the idea of being the little spoon. Whatever the reason she turned around it didn't matter, Beca immediately forgot it as she stared at the other girl.

She was just so... pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous and amazing. Amazingly gorgeous. Which Beca had known already, but seeing Chloe laying peacefully like this... just wow, Beca had never seen anything more breath-taking, the brunette just staring at the redhead like a total creeper for what felt like hours until Chloe finally blinked her eyes awakened and smiled softly.

"Hey you." Chloe beamed.

"Hey." Beca murmured instantly.

There was a long awkward pause. Or at least awkward on Beca's part as she honestly wasn't sure whether Chloe had any shame. Case in point, the smile barely dropping from Chloe's lips the entire time, and then the redhead ended the pause by leaning forwards and pressing her lips to the brunette's, not stopping until Beca kissed her back.

Not that it was that much of a wait, Beca's brain shutting off and her body taking over as she started making out with Chloe again. Which she would probably regret later. But this wasn't later. This was right now, and Beca couldn't deny that Chloe was good at kissing.

Chloe was good at a lot of things, something she had proven last night. That thought made Beca blush, especially as she remembered after the shower she had cautiously taken up Chloe on her offer, , barely actually sitting down on her friend's bed before the redhead jumped her, positioned her on her back and then went to town on her cunt.

It had been wonderful, but Beca had felt so selfish just lying there as Chloe ate her pussy for what felt like, and had probably been, hours until Beca just had unable to take it anymore and she had passed out from all the overwhelming pleasure the other girl had given her. This time would be different though, Beca promised herself.

So when she felt Chloe trying to roll her onto her back Beca broke the kiss and stammered, "Wait, wait, wait! I, I... erm, No! No, it's not, I..."

Chloe would have found this adorable if she wasn't so terrified. Oh who was she kidding, it was still adorable, but that didn't change the fact that she was probably about to lose a friend.

Only no, Beca Mitchell wasn't just a friend. She was her biggest crush ever. The girl she wanted to fuck every second of every day and make her hers. Her girlfriend, and maybe even someday wife. And she had through it all away for one night of passion.

Oh why hadn't she just asked Beca out like a normal person? Or at least not forced herself on her? God, she was no better than those ass hole frat guys who roofied their dates.

Taking a calming breath Beca reached down, grabbed a firm of hold Chloe's hand and said, "Come with me."

Chloe was so busy beating herself up that she completely missed what Beca said and was taken by surprise when her friend pulled her out of bed. Not completely, but it was impressive how much the tiny brunette moved her. And honestly, kind of hot, Chloe grinning at that and the fact that Beca was now holding her hand.

Then all of a sudden Beca looked nervous again, she thought Chloe was hesitating or something, and technically she was but it wasn't intentional, so Chloe quickly got out of bed to try and end the awkwardness. Unfortunately, there was a couple of seconds of it, then Beca gently pulled Chloe towards the bathroom, the redhead grinning again as she hoped this meant what she thought it might.

Apparently it did, as Beca marched her into the bathroom and then shower before turning around, gently grabbing Chloe and pushing her against the same wall Beca had been leaning against last night.

There was then another brief awkward pause before Beca grabbed her face in both hands and pulled her head down slightly while lifting herself up so their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss.

Of course Chloe kissed back immediately, and although she stopped herself adding her tongue and scaring Beca off she couldn't stop her enthusiasm, which luckily only seem to encourage the other girl.

"I'm sorry." Beca murmured when she broke the kiss, then seeing the look on Chloe's face quickly added, "I just thought this would be easier. And, erm... comforting? Or at the very least appropriate."

"For what?" Chloe asked, totally confused.

Beca smiled, and blushed, and then leaned forward to whisper in Chloe's ear, "For me to return the favour."

Chloe's eyes went wide with surprise. And delight. Sure, she had been hoping that Beca would eventually return the favour, but she wasn't expecting this so soon. Assuming that Beca meant going down on her, because honestly it felt like just a little fingering would sent her off.

Not that Chloe wouldn't be very okay with fingering, but a mirror version of what happened last night, would be too wonderful for words, and Chloe couldn't help hope that was the case. And it did certainly seemed like it from the way Beca was kissing her neck and sliding her hands over her body with surprising confidence.

Of course that confidence was 100% fake, as in reality Beca was a nervous wreck. But she felt guilty for just lying back and doing nothing last night, and honestly she wanted to find out what it would be like to... well, go down on a girl. Fuck, just thinking it was making her blush, which wasn't a good sign, but Beca was determined to do this for Chloe.

Because she loved Chloe. Maybe more than she ever actually realised, and definitely more than she wanted to analyse right now. Just as importantly she wanted to do this for herself, to see if she could, and to see if she enjoyed it half as much as being on the receiving end.

Yet as much as she wanted to it was becoming increasingly apparent she was nervous as hell, her hands may have trembled at one point, leading to Chloe softly taking her hands and sweetly telling her, "It's okay, you don't have too."

Hearing the unbearable disappointment in her friends voice Beca insisted, "No, I want too."

"Are you sure?" Chloe asked sceptically.

"Yes. I do. I really do, I really, really do." Beca blurted, and then worried she didn't sound confident enough added, "I'm going too."

Chloe raised an eyebrow, "You're-"

"I know, that sounded super rapey. I'm sorry." Beca quickly apologised, "It's just-"

"You're nervous. I get it. And don't worry, it's totally normal." Chloe soothed, then added when that intent to appease her friend, "I want to try something, okay?"

"What?" Beca asked sceptically.

Grabbing onto the shower's handle Chloe asked, "Trust me?"

Beca nodded before she even thought about it. Because honestly she never really needed to think about it, as for better or worse she'd always trusted Chloe. Initially it was worse in this case, as Chloe turned on the water, which at first was cold as ice.

But even then it caused them to giggle, after initially crying out, and then the water got warm, and Chloe gave her this look which made her feel like she was going to melt. Then she was pretty sure she actually did melt when Chloe reached out and began rubbing her hands over her body. Like, literally washing her.

How was that erotic? Beca was pretty sure it shouldn't be, at least when Chloe wasn't anywhere near where she wanted her to be, but it was incredibly relaxing and Beca couldn't help think about what happened last night, and how determined she had been to thank Chloe for it.

Just as she was worried that opportunity had been taken from her Chloe guided her hands to the redhead's body and Beca found herself automatically beginning to wash Chloe, again finding the experience incredibly erotic.

To be fair this was all very new to her, and unlike Chloe she very much lingered on certain intimate parts, namely Chloe's boobs, which felt like a perfect handful, and Chloe's well toned butt. She also spent most of her time kissing Chloe, which not only relaxed Beca but returned some of the confidence she had been feeling earlier.

Or more accurately adrenaline masking itself as confidence, spurred on by Beca reminding herself over and over again that she owed it to Chloe to at least try and return the favour from last night.

So more determined than ever Beca began kissing Chloe's neck aggressively, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin there and even nipping at it a little like Chloe had done to her last night.

Which made Chloe moan happily, but nowhere near as much as when Beca started kissing her way down to the redhead's chest, her eagerness/nervousness making sure she was there in a matter of a few seconds.

She then hesitated as she had officially reached unfamiliar territory, and Chloe sense that, and Beca could sense that the redhead could sense that, and not wanting to disappoint her friend Beca pushed herself forward before Chloe could do something sweet like tell her she didn't have too again.

Chloe moaned happily as Beca wrapped her lips around a nipple, licking and sucking it before going back and forth between her boobs and then slowly dropping to her knees.

Chloe would have maybe liked a little more foreplay, but then again she'd woken up this morning with a naked Beca Mitchell. That would have probably been enough for her, and after all the kissing and mutual washing she really didn't mind that Beca rushed the foreplay a bit.

Especially as it resulted in one of her best friends Beca Mitchell kneeling before her, sticking out her tongue and cautiously sliding it over her pussy, going right from the bottom to the very top, Chloe letting out a long guttural cry as her most frequent current fantasy came true.

She barely had the presence of mind to reach over and turn off the water, and she only really did that because she wanted nothing to distract Beca from what she was currently doing. Okay, and because she didn't want to waste the water, as she prided herself on being environmentally friendly.

Besides, if she didn't she'd just have Aubrey's voice in her head telling her to do it the entire time, and she didn't exactly want to think of Aubrey right now. No, she didn't want to think of anyone except Beca. Didn't want to be anywhere but right here with her enjoying this special moment.

The moment they took a step closer to being what Chloe had always wanted them to be, lovers. Not just for a night, or a night in a morning, and hopefully not for just a couple more times when Beca was drunk or felt she owed Chloe for something, but regular lovers.

Ideally girlfriends. Because, as Chloe intended to tell Beca when she felt she was ready to hear it, she really wanted to be Beca's girlfriend. And for Beca to be hers. Oh Chloe got such a thrill out of those words, especially as they were closer than ever to being true.

Chloe's brain was going so fast she didn't notice at first that she'd only received one lick. Then when she realised she had a moment of panic, worried that Beca didn't like it and was about to walk out on her, or worse freak out on her, not only costing Chloe everything she truly wanted but destroying one of the most important friendships she'd ever had.

Then Beca finally gave her a second lick, quickly followed by a third and a fourth, and so on, Chloe relaxing back against the wall with a grateful sigh as she could once again enjoy getting everything she wanted. Or at least pretty much everything.

Beca meant to give more foreplay, but the weird combination of adrenaline and nervousness she was feeling overwhelmed her and before she could come to her senses she was on her knees, sticking out her tongue and licking her first pussy.

Then realisation hit and she kind of freaked out. She forced herself to finish the lick, but her mind was racing the entire time and when it was over she kneeled there with about a million thoughts in her head.

At first it was almost painful, because those thoughts were going so fast that she couldn't really concentrate on one, but then she completed the lick and her head became filled with nothing but terrifying and/or exciting questions.

Questions like, does this make me gay? Does last night make me gay? Was I always gay, or does this make me gay? Am I totally gay, or just gay for Chloe? Cause how could I not be gay for Chloe? She's Chloe. Chloe is so sweet, and confident, and sexy, and... wait, did I just call my best friend sexy?

Oh God, what's wrong with me? Is this wrong? It doesn't feel wrong, but should it? More importantly, do I like it? Do, do I like the taste of my best friend's pussy? Do I like the taste of pussy?

Particularly that last thought had Beca blushing bright red, but after the fourth or fifth time it circled in her head, she concluded she had insufficient data, having only sampled briefly. She also realised she had been just kneeling there doing nothing for quite a while, so Beca overcompensated by delivering half a dozen rapid licks to Chloe's cunt.

She then lined up a bit, giving her the opportunity to answer the question, Beca ultimately deciding that initially she didn't love or hate it, it was just unfamiliar. Then she kind of, sort of, developed a taste for it and began licking more eagerly.

Then after a couple more seconds Beca pulled back, looked up at her friend and softly murmured, "Tell me what to do. Tell me what you like. I, I wanna please you."

Smiling at the adorable nervousness Chloe moaned, "You're doing a good job of that already."

Finding that hard to believe Beca asked, "Seriously though, can you give me some tips?"

"Okay." Chloe grinned, "Concentrate on my clit. Lick it, ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm, that's it, just like that, oh Beca! Beca! Becaaaaaaaaa ooooooooooooh yessssssssssss!"

Beca still felt like she had no clue what she was doing, but concentrating her licks on Chloe's clit did seem to have a positive effect. Unless Chloe was exaggerating, or worse faking, just to make her feel better.

Then again faking was unlikely as Beca enjoyed a little clit stimulating herself, to the point it was embarrassing she hadn't done this of her own accord, and she knew Chloe liked her, so... yeah, she should have done this sooner.

And, even though she had been perfectly aware that Chloe liked-liked her for some time now, the thought suddenly made Beca feel very proud of herself. That and a warm fuzzy feeling she wasn't ready to analyse.

Chloe certainly wasn't faking her enthusiasm for this, and would have laughed if she knew that was what Beca was thinking. Before last night she wasn't sure if Beca knew the way she felt about her, because sometimes it seemed like she did, and other times it was like Beca Mitchell was the one person in the entire world who didn't know Chloe was crazy about her.

Which was very frustrating, which was one of the many reasons, why ultimately Chloe had come on increasingly aggressively until there could be no doubt what she wanted, and amazingly that had paid off because now she was getting what she wanted.

She had Beca Mitchell on her knees in front of her, eating her pussy and making her feel oh so good. And even if Beca's inexperience was showing a little just the fact that Beca Mitchell was actually going down on her was almost enough to make Chloe cum.

Almost, but not quite, and while Chloe held back on asking for more because she wanted to enjoy this wonderful moment ultimately she became greedy.

Although to be fair she didn't think an orgasm was too much to ask in this stage, and Chloe was happy to do it herself if Beca wasn't ready. It's not like it would take much anyway. However Chloe couldn't help hope that Beca would be willing to push her over the edge.

"Beca! Oh my God Beca! Mmmmmmmm, please, ooooooooooh, please just ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, please fuck me!" Chloe whimpered in between moans, before further explaining as clearly as she could, "Fuck, oh, fuck. Fuck me with your tongue! Mmmmmmmmm, stick your tongue inside my pussy and fuck me with it! Please? Oooooooooooh Goooooooooodddddddddd, mmmmmmmmm, I understand if you can't, but mmmmmmmmmm maybe you could ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh yes, oh Beca! BECA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK, OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS BECAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Chloe had been about a second away from suggesting Beca slide a finger into her, or sucked her clit or even just licked a little harder and faster, if the idea of pushing her tongue inside her made Beca uncomfortable.

Then to her delight Beca's tongue slowly travelled downwards until it was lingering over her entrance, and then after a brief hesitation Beca pushed her tongue as deep into her pussy as it would go, causing Chloe to become increasingly incoherent until all she could do was scream in pleasure and tremble under the force of the mental and physical ecstasy she was in. She couldn't even stop screaming, although she tried her best as the last thing Chloe wanted to do right now was put Beca off.

Luckily that didn't seem to be possible right now as Beca tongue fucked her pussy with the kind of frantic enthusiasm only a beginner could dish out, and while that meant it was sloppy and uncoordinated there was something so endearing about that.

That Beca didn't know what she was doing, but she was trying her best anyway. And of course this was Beca Mitchell, the girl Chloe loved, so it wasn't that long until the physical and mental pleasure caught up with the redhead and she came in the brunette's mouth, the orgasm so powerful that Chloe felt like she literally lost her mind for a few long seconds, which turned into a few long minutes as Beca continued pleasuring her.

Beca was feeling pretty mindless at this point, and that was a really good thing. If she was able to think properly she would totally freak out, over analyse this and totally killed the mood. Instead she was able to focus on the task of thanking Chloe for last night, making them even, and perhaps most importantly just making her friend feel good.

That became easier as time went on, Beca kind of feeling like she got the hang of pleasing Chloe with those concentrated licks to the redhead's clit, and honestly kind of lost in it. So when Chloe begged, like literally begged her, to tongue fuck her Beca didn't even think about it. She just did it.

Before she had even got over how sexy having the more experienced girl begging for her was Beca found herself pushing her tongue literally into her best friend. She then felt her best friend quivering and pulsating around her tongue, Beca finding it so erotic that she whimpered into Chloe's pussy.

Then she started to fuck it with her tongue, gently at first but quickly building up speed, until she made the other girl cum. She made the other, more experienced girl cum for her. Beca made her best friend in the whole entire world Chloe Beale cum in her mouth, the experience almost making her cum too.

It would be so easy for Beca just to slide her hand down to her own wet twat and push herself over the edge, but as tempting as it was Beca's priority remained Chloe's pleasure.