Chapter #51Brianna and the Betas by: Seuzz   The world is cold and blurry, so you cover yourself as best you can and peer about. Shouldn't you have some clothes here? Or at least your glasses?
"You're not going to freak out on me, are you, Will?"
You whirl, and stifle a shriek at the unexpected voice. There's a figure at the doorway, and by squinting at it hard you recognize it as Philip Fairfax.
Beta-Philip, you remind yourself.
Still, you cover your breasts and your ... other bits ... with your hands. "Is it just us?" you gasp.
"Of course. Well, except for—"
A shadow looms behind and grabs him. A familiar voice looses a lot of silly cuss words.
"Will," Beta-Philip grunts, "would you tell Eric to back off?"
"Eric?" you repeat faintly.
"Yes. He's your beta now. I think." His voice is choked and muffled. "He should do what you say."
Your voice quavers. "Eric, stop fighting, er, Philip."
The other figure just sniggers and punches Beta-Philip. "Eric!" you shout. "Stop it!"
And with that he falls back. "Maybe," Beta-Philip pants, "you should tell him to wait in the other room."
"Eat a dick, man," Eric Murphy mutters. You really wish he'd come up with a different insult, but content yourself with ordering him to wait in the studio. With a shrug large enough that you can make it out even in your semi-blinded state, he retreats.
"Interesting that he resisted you at first," Beta-Philip observes. "Can I help you find something?"
"My clothes. What did you—?"
"Over here." Beta-Philip sweeps a pile off the weight bench and hands it to you. "I tried folding them, but, um—"
"That was sweet of you," you say as you fumble your glasses on. "But could you, um—?"
You almost swallow your tongue as your eyes lock onto Beta-Philip's face.
His beautiful, beautiful face.
He has a red-head's fair complexion, with roses in his cheeks to go with the dusty copper of his hair. His green eyes gleam with a sober, penetrating intelligence from behind his black-framed glasses. He is trim, and you wonder if he works out, even just a little bit, because the drape of his white t-shirt catches on a curve that might be a well-developed set of pectoral muscles.
God! You want to bury your face in his shirt and inhale its scent and his musk, and to rub your nose into his smooth neck. To grip with one hand the butt inside his canvas trousers and with the other to rub his back. To take his mouth in yours, to open your mouth to his, and to taste his tongue upon yours. To fall back onto a soft bed of ... well, of hay or grass or linens or anything, really, and to caress him all over while he gently caresses you. To gaze into his eyes and to see in them a sober but ardent adoration of you.
Oh, says Will Prescott from the back of Brianna Kirschke's brain. That's how come I managed to get her out to the complex. You mentioned that Philip might be out here, and seeing as how she has an enormous crush on him ...
"Uh, Will?"
"Huh?" You blink back into the present.
"Is something wrong?"
"No. No!"
"Would you like some privacy?" Without so much as a flicker of a smile, Philip withdraws and pulls down the door to the storage bay. You sink onto the foot locker and let out a very deep breath.
The personalities inside these masks really do seem to hit you hard.
* * * * *
The fact of that crush weighs heavily on you as you dress—though of course you keep plenty of attention on your body and clothes and the act of putting yourself for the first time into a girl's things. Brianna is, admittedly, large in certain portions of her anatomy, but they aren't places you mind seeing mass. Her strong, pale thighs support wide, pale hips, of the sort her aunt has reassured her are "child-bearing." Her tummy carries baby fat, but not an inordinate amount of it, and her boobs are wonderfully large.
So she's not built anything like you, and you prickle with wonder at the differences as you slip Brianna's brief up your legs and around your hips. As you hook her bra together, then swing it around to tuck your boobs into the cups. As you slide into her Levis and pull on her black, long-sleeve shirt. As you tug back your hair, which has been falling into your face, and twist a scrunchie around it; as you fluff out the tail and pull at your scalp to get it comfortably loose. As you pull on socks and the hiking boots she wore today as a precaution against the weather. As you pull her crackling nylon windbreaker tightly about you. As you look around for the ball cap she wore to protect against the rain, before remembering that she left it out in her car.
But anyway, as for Brianna and her thing for Philip—
He's not the only guy that she likes, and she's not the only guy who likes him. There are a number of girls she knows who like him for his sexy smarts, his calm demeanor and his ...
Well, so what if he's not a jock. Even his physique—not buff, not scrawny—and his bland wardrobe bespeak a solid dependability.
And is there a fire behind those cool, querying green eyes? No has ever confessed to making out with him. But wouldn't it be awesome to be the girl who cracks his veneer and tease him out, to be the one who can finally teach this sexy, smart guy how much fun a girl can be?
That's what Brianna thinks. And what do you think?
For fuck's sake, how did I manage to score a girl who's crazy for the team leader? And how come it has to hit me so hard?
Eric hit you pretty hard too, you now realize. Oh, sure, like most guys you're more than a little nuts for girls. But now, with a little distance, you recognize that where you yourself only feel surges of lust, as Eric you were squirting it out of your ears and from under your fingernails every time you took a step.
You sure as hell hope you can keep it under control as Brianna.
You square your shoulders, take a deep breath, and march out to meet your future husband.
No! To meet Fairfax! Beta-Fairfax! That's all he is!
They're in the studio unit, him and Beta-Eric. The latter breaks out in a huge grin and hops toward you until you stop him cold with an upraised finger. "Heh," he says.
"I think I figured out why he didn't obey you right away," Beta-Philip says. "You know how he didn't stop fighting until you told him a second time? It's because you told him to stop fighting Philip. But I'm not Philip, strictly speaking, but only his beta. He knew that I was only a beta, so he interpreted you literally as referring to my alpha, not to me, when you told him not to fight, er, Philip."
So mesmerized are you by his manner that he you let him finish this pompous explanation of something you don't care about. "Okay," you chirp.
"So you'd better be careful when issuing him instructions," Beta-Philip says. "He's tricky."
"I will. What happens now?"
"Well, I sent my alpha a text, telling him that you had successfully, uh, procured Brianna Kirschke." He cocks his head. "Are you alright, Will?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You're staring at me." He touches his cheek. "Is there something on my face?"
"Oh. No." You tear your eyes away. Eric grins as your gaze briefly alights on him. But you're pissed at him for luring you into this trap—
Gosh, you really are being influenced by Brianna's personality. Even to the point that your internal setting is to say words like "gosh."
"Well, my alpha would like to meet with you once you are settled into Brianna's memories," Beta-Fairfax continues. "What are you going to do until then?"
That's right! You could go meet Philip now!
But you tamp back the surging desire to hang out with your crush, and instead reply that you'll hang loose for now, check up on Brianna's messages and stuff like that.
The beta nods. "I'm going to stay here for awhile," he says, "and get some work done. I believe the plan is to get you a couple of more betas, so you'll need some more masks." He pauses. "If you want to stay here with me, I wouldn't mind the company."
Boom!
Oh my God, is he hoping I'll stay and hang out with him? Does he have the same feelings for me that I have for him? Was he excited by seeing me naked? Oh God, that was awful, but if it got him to think of me "that way"—!
"Will?"
"What?"
"You're staring at me again."
Beta-Eric sniggers, and with a snarl you dismiss him with the instructions to "go do whatever you were gonna do tonight." "But don't tell anyone about talking to me, or coming out here!" you add. "All of this, it's a secret!" He gives you a Nazi salute then runs out the door.
Brianna's own plans involve going to Maggie Crenshaw's party. But she was also thinking of going to find Melanie, who was in a melancholy mood today and mumbling about spending the night in. A visit to Eric's ex- would fit in with your original, Eric-based plans.
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