Rebounding (GKM Fill)
This is another Glee Kink Meme fill! OP is here!
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Tina sat at the lunch table by herself, stirring her sticky rice without eating it. She wasn't exactly hungry now that her relationship with Mike was over. She sniffed, tossing her fork down and packing her food up, throwing it all out before storming off to the choir room, wiping her eyes harder.
Sam had known something was off with Tina when she had stopped singing and sat back, mouthing the words to the songs, even her favorite ones of the set. He kept a close eye on her, and when he saw her run out of the cafeteria, he followed her to the choir room. "Hey, Tina, what's wrong," he asked, stepping into the room. She sniffed, looking over.
She wanted to tell him to go away, but someone actually checking on her made her cry more. "Mike b-broke up with me," she whimpered, getting up and running into Sam's arms. Sam held her close, leaning back and shutting the door.
"I'm so sorry, Tina," he said, squeezing her. "You're so sweet, I don't know why he would..."
"It doesn't even matter," Tina said softly. "It's over." She cried softly, clinging to Sam's broad shoulders.
Sam frowned a little. "Well, I've never really been broken up with," he said awkwardly, "but my friends that have had people break up with them said that they like...rebound or whatever." He didn't know exactly what that meant, but Tina might. She did, and she looked up at him, sniffing, but lacking tears.
"Sam," she started slowly, "are you asking me if you can be my rebound sex?"
"S...sex," he stammered. "Um, I totally didn't meant sex, like I didn't even know what rebounding was..."
She laughed softly. That was so...Sam. "When you said "rebound", it usually means rebound sex to get over a break up. I..." she sighed. "I don't think I'm ready for rebound sex. It's just not me." She looked down, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Sam swallowed, leaning down and kissing her softly. "You don't have to do anything," he whispered. "If you want, I can...make you feel good."
"You mean...oh," she whispered, against his lips. "I...I've never..."
Swallowing, Sam looked down. "You mean Mike never went down on you?" He asked, confused. When she shook her head, he smiled a little. "Lay down?" He requested, giving her a clear window to leave if she wanted. To is surprise (and excitement), she nodded, laying back on the floor, skirt flaring out. He got down on his knees, licking his lips and slowly rolling her skirt up. He got to her black panties and groaned softly, the smell of her dampness already invading his senses, like a sweet desert. He leaned down, licking a gentle stripe up her cloth-covered slit.
That was..."Oh!" She cried softly, hips bucking a little. The sight of Sam going between her legs was enough to get her damp, but the hot lick up her pussy made her squirm and buck, the heat of her own sex plus the wet heat of Sam's tongue overloading her body. "Sam," she panted, hands going to his strong shoulders. "God..."
Encouraged by her moans of his name, Sam leaned down, using a finger to tug the cloth to the side, showing her glistening pussy, already throbbing a little. He immediately went in, pressing his tongue inside her hole, making her squeak. He took that as a good sign, moving up to suck her clit a little, moaning against her folds. He lapped and sucked, going a little harder than before. He didn't want to put fingers in her because she said she wasn't ready for something like that, but this was perfect. He licked up her slit again, pressing his tongue deeper into her, licking up the flowing juices.
"Sam...Sam!" Tina cried out, gripping his shirt and shoulders fitfully. It was so....good, she realized, hips rocking up. Mike had never done this to her before, but God she wished he had. This felt incredible. She rocked against Sam's mouth, moaning and biting her lip.
"Fuck, Tina," he moaned, gripping her hips and putting his mouth on her entire pussy, lapping and sucking eagerly. She sounded so sexy like this, writhing and panting his name as he ate her perfect pussy. He moved his lips over her, sucking and nibbling at her clit as he gripped her hips tighter and worked his mouth on her.
"I'm going to come," she panted, sitting up a little and looking at him. "Sam, I'm-"
"Go ahead," he panted, licking his lips and looking up. "I want to taste it when you do." He went back down, continuing his menstrations on her pussy. She whined, arching up and gasping as she came, pussy clenching around nothing and spasming, juices leaking out. Sam lapped and scooped some up, trying to catch as much as he could into his mouth. He finally sat up, crawling over her and kissing her hard. "Tasty?" He asked, smirking.
Tina moaned, licking into his mouth. She didn't like girls, but it turned her on to taste herself on Sam's lips. "You should be at my house tonight," She panted, smirking a little. "I think I've found my rebound."
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Tina sat at the lunch table by herself, stirring her sticky rice without eating it. She wasn't exactly hungry now that her relationship with Mike was over. She sniffed, tossing her fork down and packing her food up, throwing it all out before storming off to the choir room, wiping her eyes harder.
Sam had known something was off with Tina when she had stopped singing and sat back, mouthing the words to the songs, even her favorite ones of the set. He kept a close eye on her, and when he saw her run out of the cafeteria, he followed her to the choir room. "Hey, Tina, what's wrong," he asked, stepping into the room. She sniffed, looking over.
She wanted to tell him to go away, but someone actually checking on her made her cry more. "Mike b-broke up with me," she whimpered, getting up and running into Sam's arms. Sam held her close, leaning back and shutting the door.
"I'm so sorry, Tina," he said, squeezing her. "You're so sweet, I don't know why he would..."
"It doesn't even matter," Tina said softly. "It's over." She cried softly, clinging to Sam's broad shoulders.
Sam frowned a little. "Well, I've never really been broken up with," he said awkwardly, "but my friends that have had people break up with them said that they like...rebound or whatever." He didn't know exactly what that meant, but Tina might. She did, and she looked up at him, sniffing, but lacking tears.
"Sam," she started slowly, "are you asking me if you can be my rebound sex?"
"S...sex," he stammered. "Um, I totally didn't meant sex, like I didn't even know what rebounding was..."
She laughed softly. That was so...Sam. "When you said "rebound", it usually means rebound sex to get over a break up. I..." she sighed. "I don't think I'm ready for rebound sex. It's just not me." She looked down, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Sam swallowed, leaning down and kissing her softly. "You don't have to do anything," he whispered. "If you want, I can...make you feel good."
"You mean...oh," she whispered, against his lips. "I...I've never..."
Swallowing, Sam looked down. "You mean Mike never went down on you?" He asked, confused. When she shook her head, he smiled a little. "Lay down?" He requested, giving her a clear window to leave if she wanted. To is surprise (and excitement), she nodded, laying back on the floor, skirt flaring out. He got down on his knees, licking his lips and slowly rolling her skirt up. He got to her black panties and groaned softly, the smell of her dampness already invading his senses, like a sweet desert. He leaned down, licking a gentle stripe up her cloth-covered slit.
That was..."Oh!" She cried softly, hips bucking a little. The sight of Sam going between her legs was enough to get her damp, but the hot lick up her pussy made her squirm and buck, the heat of her own sex plus the wet heat of Sam's tongue overloading her body. "Sam," she panted, hands going to his strong shoulders. "God..."
Encouraged by her moans of his name, Sam leaned down, using a finger to tug the cloth to the side, showing her glistening pussy, already throbbing a little. He immediately went in, pressing his tongue inside her hole, making her squeak. He took that as a good sign, moving up to suck her clit a little, moaning against her folds. He lapped and sucked, going a little harder than before. He didn't want to put fingers in her because she said she wasn't ready for something like that, but this was perfect. He licked up her slit again, pressing his tongue deeper into her, licking up the flowing juices.
"Sam...Sam!" Tina cried out, gripping his shirt and shoulders fitfully. It was so....good, she realized, hips rocking up. Mike had never done this to her before, but God she wished he had. This felt incredible. She rocked against Sam's mouth, moaning and biting her lip.
"Fuck, Tina," he moaned, gripping her hips and putting his mouth on her entire pussy, lapping and sucking eagerly. She sounded so sexy like this, writhing and panting his name as he ate her perfect pussy. He moved his lips over her, sucking and nibbling at her clit as he gripped her hips tighter and worked his mouth on her.
"I'm going to come," she panted, sitting up a little and looking at him. "Sam, I'm-"
"Go ahead," he panted, licking his lips and looking up. "I want to taste it when you do." He went back down, continuing his menstrations on her pussy. She whined, arching up and gasping as she came, pussy clenching around nothing and spasming, juices leaking out. Sam lapped and scooped some up, trying to catch as much as he could into his mouth. He finally sat up, crawling over her and kissing her hard. "Tasty?" He asked, smirking.
Tina moaned, licking into his mouth. She didn't like girls, but it turned her on to taste herself on Sam's lips. "You should be at my house tonight," She panted, smirking a little. "I think I've found my rebound."