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Beca twisted her hair up into a messy bun. She had on her favorite pair of sweats, and she was completely ready to enjoy her Friday night drinking beer and working on some mash ups. She would be alone in the Bella house, which doesn’t happen often. The girls all left to go to a Treble party. Beca hadn’t been to a Treble party since her and Jesse broke up a few months back. It was just too awkward.
She bounded down the attic stairs and almost collided with Stacie at the bottom. Beca looked at the woman, dressed in yoga pants and a tank top. “Wow, you’re not going to the party?”
“Eh,” Stacie shrugged. “I wasn’t really feeling it tonight, and I thought you would maybe want some company,” she said looking down at Beca.
“Oh, sure, that—that would be nice. I was just going to grab a beer. Want one?”
“Sure,” Stacie answered. “I’ll just wait for you up there,” she said, pointing to Beca’s room.
“Yeah, okay.”
Beca went into the kitchen and retrieved the beers before making her way back up to her room. She had a smile on her face at the prospect of spending alone time with Stacie. The leggy brunette intrigued her to say the least.
Stacie was lying on her back across Beca’s bed, propped up on Beca’s pillows. Beca took a moment to enjoy the way Stacie Conrad looked in her bed before passing the woman a beer.
Beca took a seat at her desk. “So, what do you wanna do?” She asked.
Stacie’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Wanna make out?”
This made Beca choke on the drink she was taking. She felt her body alight with a blush as she sputtered trying to respond.
Stacie laughed loudly. “You’re too easy, Beca,” she smiled.
Beca flipped the woman off in response. Stacie continued to laugh before suggesting, “Let's play twenty questions.”
Beca nodded her head yes. She was trying (and failing) to get the image of them two kissing out of her head. “You go first,” she said.
Stacie smiled and sat up. “Hmmm, let’s see,” she said, tapping her chin in thought. “Who do you think is the prettiest Bella?” Stacie asked.
“Wow, not even going to warm up. That’s your first question?”
Stacie laughed again and nodded her head yes.
“Chloe,” Beca answered with a slight blushing once again.
“I agree. It’s the eyes,” Stacie said, nodding her head.
“Definitely the eyes,” Beca agreed.
“Your turn,” Stacie said.
Beca took a moment to think of a question to ask Stacie. She settled for something tame. “Full name?”
“Anastasia Maria Conrad,” Stacie answered and took a swig from the beer bottle in her hand.
“That’s a pretty name,” Beca said before taking her own drink. Beca hit shuffle on her Spotify and music lightly started playing from her laptop.
Stacie sat up and crossed her legs. “Why did you and Jesse break up?”
Beca gulped and her eyes widened. Does she tell her the truth? The only person she has told was Chloe. It’s not like she would care; Stacie was openly bisexual. Beca sat there quietly lost in her own thoughts.
Upon seeing her reaction, Stacie quickly added, “You don’t have to answer that, obviously.”
“It’s…it’s okay,” Beca cleared her throat. She took another long pull from her beer bottle. “I…I realized I’m gay.”
“Thanks for being comfortable enough to share that with me,” Stacie said sincerely.
Beca nodded. She wanted to quickly change the subject. “Favorite food?”
“My mom’s spaghetti,” Stacie answered with a smile. She tapped her chin again in thought. “Oooo, I got a good one. Favorite position?”
Beca almost choked on her beer again. “You know, I really don’t know.”
“How do you not know?” Stacie laughed.
Beca stared at the floor. “The only person I ever had sex with was Jesse, and we only ever did missionary the handful of times we done it.”
Stacie’s jaw dropped in shock. “Only one? Really?”
“Yup,” Beca answered, taking another drink of beer.
Before Stacie could ask anymore on the matter she asked her next question. “What was your first time like?”
Stacie laughed. “Oh, it was horrible. Happened at my junior prom. It was over as quickly as it started.”
“Stacie Conrad's first time was horrible?” Beca teased.
“Of course. Isn’t everyone’s? Now, the second person I had sex with was mind blowing and it helped make me into the person I am today,” Stacie chuckled.
Beca laughed. “Okay, your turn.”
“Sexiest Bella?” Stacie asked.
Beca rolled her eyes. “You already asked that.”
Stacie smirked. “No, I asked the prettiest Bella. Now I’m asking who you think is the sexiest. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.”
Beca bit her lip. She paused for a considerable moment before she answered. “You.”
Stacie smiled devilishly. “Really?”
“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” Beca responded. “I mean have you seen you?”
“Wanna make out?” Stacie asked for the second time that night. But this time was in a totally different tone from the joking one earlier and Beca could feel it in her entire body.
Beca could feel the tips of her ears burn as she felt Stacie study her. “Yes,” she finally answered honestly.
Stacie smirked and crooked her finger into a come hither motion.
Beca gulped but slowly rose from the chair and walked to the bed. Stacie grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently down on the bed. She wasted no time. Her hand curled around the back of Beca’s neck, pulling her closer. Their lips met tenderly before quickly turning more heated.
“Wow,” Beca said, pulling back for much needed oxygen.
“Wow, indeed,” Stacie whispered, following Beca to reconnect their lips.