Screwing around

The two of you don’t waste any time. Becca pulls you toward her bed, and you spend the next while kissing hungrily and groping each other. Your hands slide under her oversized t-shirt, squeezing her tits and ass while she grinds against you. Clothes start coming off your shirt hits the floor, her t-shirt gets yanked over her head, leaving her in just her black panties. She’s breathing hard and smirking against your lips when she suddenly pushes you off with a playful shove.

“Hold on, perv,” she says with a grin.

She hops off the bed and turns on her speakers, putting on some loud punk rock. She starts dancing for you, turning around and twerking her ass playfully, looking back over her shoulder with a cocky smirk. You whistle and she laughs, clearly enjoying showing off.

“Alright, enough of that,” she says, still giggling. She grabs two beers from her mini-fridge and brings over her weed stash. You spend the next hour or so goofing around — drinking, passing a joint back and forth, laughing at stupid stories, and teasing each other. The music keeps playing in the background.

You notice something different tonight though. Becca is being unusually attentive, making sure your drink is full, laughing extra hard at your jokes, and staying close. She’s not usually this dedicated to pleasing you. You have a pretty good feeling about what’s coming.

Eventually the playlist shifts to a quieter, slower song. The mood in the room changes instantly. Becca scoots right up against you on the bed, her bare thigh pressed against yours. She keeps giving you nervous side glances, biting her lip.

You decide to tease her a little and raise an eyebrow. “Yes?”

Becca rolls her eyes but lets out a small, nervous giggle. She takes a deep breath and starts talking, staring at the floor.

“So… we’ve been kinda together since you got here, yeah?”

“I guess,” you reply.

“And we’ve been fucking a lot this whole time.”

“Yeah. A lot.”

She pauses, then speaks quickly, almost like she’s forcing the words out. “So I’ve been thinking… what if we were a bit more than just fuckbuddies?” Her voice gets quieter. “Not like you have to stop fucking other girls or officially date me or anything. It’s fine if you wanna keep messing around. I just… I was wondering if you could prioritize me, is all.”

She finishes speaking and looks everywhere but at you, clearly anxious about your answer.

You gently turn her chin so she’s looking at you. “Sure,” you say softly. “You’re my priority, Becca. Got it.”

Her face lights up with a genuine, relieved smile. Before she can say anything else, you pull her into a deep kiss, slower and more romantic than any you’ve shared before. There’s no rush, no roughness. Just soft, lingering lips and gentle tongues. Becca melts into it completely, her arms wrapping around your neck as she kisses you back with surprising tenderness.

When you finally pull apart, she rests her forehead against yours, breathing softly.