"Let You Put Your Hands On Me" (2a/2)
Rachel could see her hands shaking as she tried for the third time to put them on Quinn’s shoulders. She had never been so terrified and yet incredibly turned on in her life. She admitted to herself that she had a crush on Quinn the day that Rachel had accidentally let it slip that Finn wasn’t the baby’s father. When Quinn didn’t get mad at her, Rachel finally realized that the blonde didn’t hate her as much as she had expected, she maybe even liked her, which meant that maybe, just maybe...
“Umm, not to interrupt, uh, whatever it is that you’re thinking about, but could we get a move on?” Quinn’s surprisingly calm voice snapped Rachel out of her nervous thoughts.
“Well, it’s now or never!” Rachel thought to herself, as she slowly extended her arms down to Quinn’s back and began rubbing her shoulders. A surge of energy shot through Rachel at the feel of the Cheerio’s body. She dug in with her fingers and began working on a tight spot, and she could have sworn she heard a stifled moan from the blonde below her. Turned on by the sounds, Rachel‘s confidence grew.
“You know, this would probably work better if you were to take your sweater off Quinn, experts say that skin to skin contact works wonders!” Rachel blushed at her own words, hoping that the blonde wouldn’t pick up on the tones of arousal in her voice. It was only an innocent suggestion, what was wrong with Rachel wanting to see the other girl in her tank top?
“I, um... I guess that makes sense,” Quinn replied, squeezing her arms under herself to unzip her hoodie without knocking Rachel off of herself.
Rachel’s hand clamped to her own mouth to cover her gasp. Quinn had nothing but a bra on under her sweater, evidently having forgotten to change her shirt after practice. As if sensing her apprehension, Quinn sat up and turned slightly.
“Is this ok?” she asked. “I guess I forgot to put my shirt on under my sweater. Practice was so tough that I’m surprised I remembered where I parked my car! I can go get it from my bag if you - “
“NO!” Rachel responded a bit too eagerly. “I mean, oh no, that’s fine. I can manage.”
Quinn giggled at Rachel’s quick answer, and put her head back down for Rachel to continue. Rachel’s hands returned to their position on Quinn’s upper back, kneading small circles to loosen up the muscles. She slid lower down Quinn’s thighs to get the right angle for working on the lower back, and Quinn’s denim-clad ass came back into view. Rachel nearly swooned at the sight, and as if beyond her control, placed her right hand directly over the back pocket.
She hesitated for a second, expecting Quinn to freak out and throw her off, and when that didn’t happen, she quickly remembered her left hand and began working the muscles on the other side of Quinn’s toned body. Feigning that she needed it for leverage, Rachel squeezed her right hand over Quinn ass, slowly running the tips of her fingers over the waistband of the blonde’s jeans, the arousal pooling between the brunette’s legs.
Rachel quickly released it, realizing that Quinn might catch on to her covert groping. She slid herself back up Quinn’s thighs to remove the source of her distraction from her sight, and as she did, unintentionally pressed her center down on the back of the Cheerio’s leg. A wave of pleasure flowed through Rachel; she was so completely turned on that it took all she had in her not to take Quinn right then and there.
“That would be highly inappropriate” Rachel thought to herself. “Here she is, thinking that I’m just being nice and helping her out, and I’m practically dry humping her. No, that’s a lie, there is most certainly nothing dry about this!”
Rachel decided that if Quinn had not said anything yet, she must be either oblivious to or comfortable with the brunette’s actions, so, making sure that her hands travelled up and down at exactly the right moments, she slowly continued her movements, sliding up and down Quinn’s thigh, the heat from her core spreading throughout her entire body. Rachel manoeuvred her hips so that Quinn’s body rubbed her clit just right. Biting her lip to keep from moaning, Rachel’s massage became more frantic as the brunette built herself up.
Suddenly, Rachel felt the blonde’s thigh muscle tense under her. Silently Rachel whimpered at the potential arising from the now hardened limb for her to pleasure her against, but also noted that this reaction meant that Quinn had caught on to what the smaller girl was doing. Although she was close, Rachel knew that this would ruin any chance she had at a friendship with the more popular girl, so she sat up off of her and began rubbing the tops of her shoulders in what could definitely be described as a friendly way.
A hand reached back and grabbed Rachel by the waist; the singer’s heart stopped. Quinn pulled her forward until Rachel was hovering only a few inches above, in line with the Cheerio’s body, hands resting shakily on the blonde’s shoulders.
“Rachel,” Quinn whispered, in a tone so sensual and arousing that Rachel nearly lost it.
“Y-ye-yes, Quinn?” Rachel, formerly eloquent and verbose, barely managed to stutter out.
That same hand moved from Rachel’s waist and positioned itself between the two bodies. Moving with clear intention, the hand slowly twisted up Quinn’s back, and to Rachel’s astonishment, right up to the clasp of the other girl’s bra. With a hitch of her breath, Quinn carefully unclasped her bra, and discarded the now superfluous garment with a gentle toss to the floor.
A single finger summoned Rachel forward, and Rachel, unable to think in her current state, leaned down until she was directly next to Quinn’s face. Torturously slow, the blonde turned to face her, lips hovering dangerously close to the brunette’s ear.
Rachel was sure she was shaking with anticipation at this point, her arousal beginning to pool between her legs. The feel of Quinn’s hot breath on her ear had her nearly falling over the edge, but her thoughts were silenced by a short intake of breath from below her.
In a voice so lust-filled and desperate that Rachel thought she might die of over-stimulation, Quinn whispered into Rachel’s ear.
“Touch me”
Part 2B
“Umm, not to interrupt, uh, whatever it is that you’re thinking about, but could we get a move on?” Quinn’s surprisingly calm voice snapped Rachel out of her nervous thoughts.
“Well, it’s now or never!” Rachel thought to herself, as she slowly extended her arms down to Quinn’s back and began rubbing her shoulders. A surge of energy shot through Rachel at the feel of the Cheerio’s body. She dug in with her fingers and began working on a tight spot, and she could have sworn she heard a stifled moan from the blonde below her. Turned on by the sounds, Rachel‘s confidence grew.
“You know, this would probably work better if you were to take your sweater off Quinn, experts say that skin to skin contact works wonders!” Rachel blushed at her own words, hoping that the blonde wouldn’t pick up on the tones of arousal in her voice. It was only an innocent suggestion, what was wrong with Rachel wanting to see the other girl in her tank top?
“I, um... I guess that makes sense,” Quinn replied, squeezing her arms under herself to unzip her hoodie without knocking Rachel off of herself.
Rachel’s hand clamped to her own mouth to cover her gasp. Quinn had nothing but a bra on under her sweater, evidently having forgotten to change her shirt after practice. As if sensing her apprehension, Quinn sat up and turned slightly.
“Is this ok?” she asked. “I guess I forgot to put my shirt on under my sweater. Practice was so tough that I’m surprised I remembered where I parked my car! I can go get it from my bag if you - “
“NO!” Rachel responded a bit too eagerly. “I mean, oh no, that’s fine. I can manage.”
Quinn giggled at Rachel’s quick answer, and put her head back down for Rachel to continue. Rachel’s hands returned to their position on Quinn’s upper back, kneading small circles to loosen up the muscles. She slid lower down Quinn’s thighs to get the right angle for working on the lower back, and Quinn’s denim-clad ass came back into view. Rachel nearly swooned at the sight, and as if beyond her control, placed her right hand directly over the back pocket.
She hesitated for a second, expecting Quinn to freak out and throw her off, and when that didn’t happen, she quickly remembered her left hand and began working the muscles on the other side of Quinn’s toned body. Feigning that she needed it for leverage, Rachel squeezed her right hand over Quinn ass, slowly running the tips of her fingers over the waistband of the blonde’s jeans, the arousal pooling between the brunette’s legs.
Rachel quickly released it, realizing that Quinn might catch on to her covert groping. She slid herself back up Quinn’s thighs to remove the source of her distraction from her sight, and as she did, unintentionally pressed her center down on the back of the Cheerio’s leg. A wave of pleasure flowed through Rachel; she was so completely turned on that it took all she had in her not to take Quinn right then and there.
“That would be highly inappropriate” Rachel thought to herself. “Here she is, thinking that I’m just being nice and helping her out, and I’m practically dry humping her. No, that’s a lie, there is most certainly nothing dry about this!”
Rachel decided that if Quinn had not said anything yet, she must be either oblivious to or comfortable with the brunette’s actions, so, making sure that her hands travelled up and down at exactly the right moments, she slowly continued her movements, sliding up and down Quinn’s thigh, the heat from her core spreading throughout her entire body. Rachel manoeuvred her hips so that Quinn’s body rubbed her clit just right. Biting her lip to keep from moaning, Rachel’s massage became more frantic as the brunette built herself up.
Suddenly, Rachel felt the blonde’s thigh muscle tense under her. Silently Rachel whimpered at the potential arising from the now hardened limb for her to pleasure her against, but also noted that this reaction meant that Quinn had caught on to what the smaller girl was doing. Although she was close, Rachel knew that this would ruin any chance she had at a friendship with the more popular girl, so she sat up off of her and began rubbing the tops of her shoulders in what could definitely be described as a friendly way.
A hand reached back and grabbed Rachel by the waist; the singer’s heart stopped. Quinn pulled her forward until Rachel was hovering only a few inches above, in line with the Cheerio’s body, hands resting shakily on the blonde’s shoulders.
“Rachel,” Quinn whispered, in a tone so sensual and arousing that Rachel nearly lost it.
“Y-ye-yes, Quinn?” Rachel, formerly eloquent and verbose, barely managed to stutter out.
That same hand moved from Rachel’s waist and positioned itself between the two bodies. Moving with clear intention, the hand slowly twisted up Quinn’s back, and to Rachel’s astonishment, right up to the clasp of the other girl’s bra. With a hitch of her breath, Quinn carefully unclasped her bra, and discarded the now superfluous garment with a gentle toss to the floor.
A single finger summoned Rachel forward, and Rachel, unable to think in her current state, leaned down until she was directly next to Quinn’s face. Torturously slow, the blonde turned to face her, lips hovering dangerously close to the brunette’s ear.
Rachel was sure she was shaking with anticipation at this point, her arousal beginning to pool between her legs. The feel of Quinn’s hot breath on her ear had her nearly falling over the edge, but her thoughts were silenced by a short intake of breath from below her.
In a voice so lust-filled and desperate that Rachel thought she might die of over-stimulation, Quinn whispered into Rachel’s ear.
“Touch me”
Part 2B