Pitch Perfect: Room For One More

Stacie leaned back on her redwood lounge chair, enjoying the burn of the sun on her bare skin. On the patio table was a can of beer, chips of ice from the cooler still sticking to it. She wasn’t much of a drinker, never having needed to be drunk to ley a guy fuck her, but on a hot day like this, she enjoyed a cool beer. She even had it in a cozy.

On the soft grass was Benji, doing some light wrestling with Jesse the way boys seemed to enjoy. Stacie shifted her position, her skirt slipping higher along her long, creamy legs. She watched the boys out of the corner of her eyes, feeling sleepy and cozy. The sun was at its peak, boiling sweat out of her well-exposed flesh. Unthinkingly she spread her legs further apart. With her eyes closed under her sunglasses, her mind drifted. She thought about sex. It was usually what she thought about.

In short order she felt her breasts swelling inside her scant bra, her nipples tingling in their confinement. There was a throb inside of her, her sex twitching and quivering, the folds of her pussy swelling fuller than before. Her clit burned to be touched, and comfortable as she was, she started thinking about going back inside and getting herself off.

She didn’t notice Beca coming into the yard, but Beca noticed her.

“The great outdoors,” she said quietly, in response to all the Stacie there was, in her bra top and skimpy skirt. 

Stacie opened her eyes. “Beca, hey.”

“And hey yourself,” Beca said, leaning on the patio table. “Congrats on the show. I think you’re building an avid viewership.”

“What do you mean?” Stacie asked as she sipped at her beer. She would have to finish it before it gave in to the heat and became lukewarm. 

Beca jerked her head at Benji and Jesse, who were sitting on the grass, facing inconspicuously away from the women, but seemingly unable to stop sneaking glances at them. 

“They’re acting like they’ve never seen a set of boobs before,” Stacie said.

“Boobs, yes—otherwise, no.”

Stacie looked down and saw that her skirt was up almost to her hips. “Okay, that’s a bit much,” she said embarrassedly, closing her legs and smoothing her skirt down.

“It’s a little late for that,” Beca said with a lazy grin. “I don’t think they got in any flash photography though. But if you were planning to convince one of them you’re a natural blonde…”

Stacie’s face flushed and she sat up, spinning around on the lounger to put her feet on the ground alongside it.

“I wasn’t,” Stacie said, trying to cover up her embarrassment with her usual sexuality. “But I don’t think I need to be anything other than a brunette to get them charging full speed ahead. In their pants.”

Beca sighed. “Why do you have to go there, dude? Gross.”

“Why not?” Stacie asked. “I mean, a hard cock is a better than a soft cock, right? If you can make a cock hard, you should be proud of that. It’s not like high school, where a stiff breeze would do it. These are college guys. The crème de la cum.”

“That’s not how you—“ Beca began, but didn’t finish. She blushed, knowing it would only encourage Stacie.

She didn’t consider herself a prude, but she had a love-hate relationship with Stacie’s lack of inhibitions. Stacie went all-out, and in comparison, that made Beca come off as shy and conservative, even to herself. At the same time, it was enjoyable to listen to Stacie, exciting even, and that made her feel… not shy.

It was a weird mix.

“Try not to overdo it,” Beca said. “Benji’s head might explode.”

“Why? Emily’s pretty hot stuff herself.”

With Stacie sitting sideways on the lounge chair, Beca had room to sit down beside her and lower her voice confidentially. “I hear they haven’t… sealed the deal.”

“Too bad for them. It’s always the quiet ones. And they’re both pretty quiet…”

“I also heard…” Now Beca was whispering. “Benji’s the hold-up. He’s never sealed the deal. With anyone.”

“Not even another man?” Stacie asked. “Because I got that vibe…”

Beca raised her voice. “Can you focus, dude?”

“Focus on what?”

“I was thinking of doing a solid for our fellow Bella. Helping Benji overcome his fear. You know, so Emily can have a guy who is… experienced.”

“Oh,” Stacie said, getting it. “Booty experienced.”

“I’d do it myself, but I’m hardly—“

“Don’t let that stop you,” Stacie said, overlapping her slightly. 

“Stop—me from—“ Beca asked haltingly, uncertainly.

“I get it, okay, you want me to devirginalize Benji and show him a few moves so Emily doesn’t go to bed with a one-pump chump. But if Emily would like having a guy friend with staying power, what makes you think Jesse wouldn’t appreciate a girlfriend who’d been around the block a few times?”

Beca gasped as excitement bubbled up in her. “You’re joking!”

“I never joke about orgasms.” Stacie looked out at Benji, who was still sitting on the grass, whispering to Jesse. “In fact, I think that should be my condition. If you want me to fuck Benji, you have to be my Plus One. It’ll be so hot.”

“I never said I wanted you to… bang… him…”

“So, what, you were going to do it?” Stacie laughed, her voice throaty and a little coy.

“Why couldn’t I? Some guys like girls with short legs. There’s less… tangle… you don’t have to—“

Stacie finished off her beer. “I hate to insist, but can you promise me he’s got a big dick on him?”

Beca dropped her eyes. “He’s not the kind of person I shower with.”

“So okay then. If he can handle both of us, coolio. If he can’t, you can show me some of those Chloe moves—“

“I don’t do anything with Chloe!” Beca insisted shrilly, and so loud that Benji and Jesse looked up at her.

“Please, it’s so obvious,” Stacie said, crumpling up the empty can. “I hear you screaming the Kommissar’s name—well, I assume it’s hers, since she’s the only German we know—and Jesse wouldn’t have you in a Sapphic headspace, so it has to be Chloe. Unless it’s Aubrey. It’s not Aubrey, is it?”

“It’s not Aubrey!” Beca said confidently. “It might… occasionally… be Chloe. Which Jesse is totally fine with, by the way.”

“No shit.”

Beca’s ears burned. “Like you’ve never let Cynthia-Rose go down on you…”

“Hell yeah,” Stacie said, flinging the empty can towards the recycling bin on the side of the house. “Why go shopping when the pantry is full?”

“You’re horrible,” Beca said, and closed her fingers into a fist when she noticed they were shaking. She pictured it in her head, Benji, his cock very hard and pistoning into Stacie’s dark-haired cunt, just as she’d seen it when she’d walked outside.

Beca was surprised at the sudden warm sensation between her legs.

“Maybe I’d better do it by my lonesome,” Beca said. “Like I said, wouldn’t want Benji’s head to explode.”

“You’re the boss, boss,” Stacie replied. “He’s all yours.”

***

A day later, Beca stood in front of the mirror, looking herself over. She was constitutionally incapable of going all-out like Stacie, but she doubted this would get her kicked out of the Playboy Mansion. She wore a tight T-shirt, slashed down the middle of the collar to give it a plunging neckline through her bra, painted on jeans, and a bolero jacket which she thought just looked cute.

So armed, she went to go see Benji. As she was dating his roommate, it was pretty easy to pick a time when he was alone to pay her housecall. So she was surprised to go up to his door when Jesse had emphatically said the man planned to spend a quiet evening alone and hear voices coming from inside. Could he just have the TV on? Beca pressed her ear against the door to listen.

“I’ve been looking at your lips for a while now. I bet you’ve kissed every girl in this dorm. Do you like kissing girls, Benji? Do you like getting them all hot, getting their nipples all hard and their panties all wet? Come on. You can tell me.”

“I, uh, don’t have a lot of time for girls…”

“Of course not. It doesn’t take long for a stud like you to get between a girl’s legs, does it?”

“That—tickles. Maybe I should go…”

“But I need you here. You’re much better off with me than practicing your silly magic tricks. Although… I think I can make this hard-on disappear…”

Beca picked then to use the key Jesse had given her and barge into the room. Benji was sitting on the bed, Stacie straddling his lap, her short skirt draped across her waist to show off maybe half of her pert, tiny ass. Only Stacie’s ass wasn’t small. She had a thick, juicy ass, the kind that had black girls asking her for autographs. It only looked small with Benji’s twelve-inch erection sticking out of his fly below Stacie’s buttocks, shooting up all the way to the small of her back, as thick around as a can of Pringles.

Beca was speechless. Stacie wasn’t. Turning around, her arms laced around Benji’s neck, she gave Beca an appraising, appreciative look and winked at her.

“Room for one more.”