fic: Sinner
Rachel is a sexy, tough as nails cheerio. Quinn is a member of the Christ Crusaders and the Chastity club who has never made it past first base. Rachel makes it her life's goal to get into Quinn's virginal white panties.
Bonus points-- super innocent Quinn, Quinn being initially disgusted by the idea of Rachel going down on her (but totally enjoying it anyway).
Double bonus points--Quinn asking God for forgiveness while Rachel eats her.
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 4,444 (HOW COOL IS THAT! LOL!)
The sea of students at McKinley High parts at exactly 8:05 am in the South Hall, same as every day. Watching them strutting down the hall in the same formation, all the students know to simply stay out of their way or risk verbal assault and in all likelihood, a slushie shower. The head bitch comes first, always; Rachel Berry. In that sexy Cheerios outfit that hugs her curves, with the pleated skirt that gives off teasing flashes of her firm ass with every step, Rachel is the epitome of sex and the queen of the school. Santana follows almost directly behind her, to her right, and has her pinkie linked to her partner-in-crime, Brittany. The trio walks down the hallway with heads held high and a confident smirk perpetually etched on their leaders face.
When Rachel arrives at her locker, Santana and Brittany lean beside her and watch the students around them, who are now allowed to move freely, though of course need to stay at least beyond a five-foot radius of the small Cheerio. “Finn’s coming,” Santana says dully, rolling her eyes as she catches the lummox bumbling towards them. Rachel pauses. “Should I tell him to fuck off?” The Latina offers to her friend. Rachel shakes her head and turns around just as Finn reaches them.
“Good morning, Rachel,” he says with a cheerful, but obviously nervous grin. Even though he is Rachel’s boyfriend, and has been for almost two years, he still knows that his girlfriend is fiercer than anyone at the school and never knew when she would be in a bad mood. The pair was hardly exclusive; well…Rachel was hardly exclusive. She was the top bitch, she was the sexy one, if she saw someone she wanted, boy or girl, she had full liberties to hook up with him or her, and Finn knew that. The boy was too in love with her and her reputation to care though, he put up with anything she dished out.
“Hi Finn,” Rachel said with a big smile. He stood awkwardly in front of her, caught sight of Santana giving him the once over, and immediately started blushing. Finn had always felt awkward around the other Cheerios who worshiped Rachel like a god. After a minute of not talking, Rachel’s face grew serious. “Can I do something for you?” She said coolly. She didn’t like having her time wasted and Lord knows Finn was great at doing just that.
“Uh, no, sorry…I-I’ll see you at lunch,” Finn replied bashfully and ducked away quietly.
Santana scowled. “That boy is the definition of awkward…and stupid…and annoying…and-“
“You’re right.” Santana did a double take. Usually when she started listing everything she hated in Finn, Rachel would snap at her; hearing the smaller girl reply with an affirmative was shocking.
“Excuse me?” Santana scoffed, looking to Rachel who shut her locker and picked up her bag.
“You heard me, you’re 100% right, San.”
“So if you think that, why don’t you just dump him?” Brittany pondered. “You should be with someone you really like,” she continued and looked at Santana who beamed at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Brittany giggled softly. “See?”
Rachel pursed her lips. “That’s boring.” Santana glared at Rachel and took Brittany’s hand.
“Well what’s not boring then?” Brittany asked.
“A challenge,” Rachel replied with a shrug and started her march down the halls, smiling inwardly as students went every which way to get out of her path.
“And what, pray tell, is a challenge? Who in their right mind wouldn’t hook up with you? Last week that Jacob kid offered to sell his parents into slavery so you could use his house…” Santana argued.
“Her,” Rachel said triumphantly and nodded her head towards a girl at the far end of the hall, loading books into her locker and humming softly to herself.
Brittany followed Rachel’s line of sight. “Rach, you know that’s Quinn Fabray, right?” she asked softly.
Rachel nodded. “I know full-well who she is. She’s probably the only person in this school who hasn’t made a play at me.”
“Yeah. Cause she’s a bible-thumping Jesus freak, that’s why,” Santana said with a snort. “You’d have better luck hooking up with the Pope.” Rachel laughed at that as they continued walking, closer and closer towards the girl in question. Santana’s face remained serious. “You think I’m joking? She’s a Christ Crusader and the president of the damn celibacy club!”
“Ooooh, celibacy club, fun,” Rachel said with a chuckle. “You know me, San, I love a sweet little virgin.” Quinn dropped a book and bent down to pick it up. Rachel cocked her head to the side as she passed and peered under her skirt. “She’s even rocking cotton white panties,” she mumbled with a smirk as they passed her. “I just have to get those as a souvenir.”
“You’re delusional, Berry,” Santana said with a wicked grin and turned into the Chem room.
“I promise you I’m not, I just like to have some fun,” Rachel concluded.
**
The next day, Rachel waited patiently nearby Quinn’s locker, ready to make her move. When the blonde finally made an appearance, she eyed Rachel suspiciously before opening her locker. Rachel leaned next to the virgin, eying her with a cocky grin. Quinn said nothing.
Finally after two minutes of silence, Rachel spoke up. “Good afternoon, sexy.” Quinn nodded once and looked at the schedule on her locker’s door. “You look gorgeous today, you know that?” Quinn pursed her lips but said nothing. “I don’t bite you know, you can respond to me.”
“Forgive me, but you can’t blame me for not wanting to associate myself with someone as…loose as yourself,” Quinn muttered. Rachel had half a mind to pop Quinn one.
Her face quickly hardened at the comment. She stood in silence, watching the blonde, who seemed totally unmoved by her cold words, before smirking. “Do you touch yourself, Quinn?”
The blonde dropped the book she was holding into her locker, sputtering wildly, her face contorting awkwardly. “What a vulgar question and it’s certainly none of your business!” she snapped.
Rachel snickered. “I was simply wondering if your chastity vow, or whatever it is you celibate freaks do, applies to self-love, it’s a valid question,” she explained. Quinn looked repulsed. “So you’ve never played with yourself? Never rubbed your clit? Or put a few fingers inside that hot virgin hole you have?”
“I’m done with this conversation, pervert.” With fury and embarrassment engrained on her face, Quinn slammed her locker shut and stormed off.
Rachel nodded dully to herself. “Off to a great start,” she muttered.
**
“You really thought asking Queen Celibacy if she masturbates was a good icebreaker? Were you raised by wolves, you dumbass?” Santana said through hysterical laughter as she picked at her lunch.
Rachel scowled. “Shut up, Santana, I got the ball rolling!”
“What ball rolling?! She probably wants to never see you again, the ball isn’t rolling, it’s glued still!”
Rachel threw a French fry at the Latina who batted it away. “I think I agree with San, Rach. That didn’t seem like a very good idea… she’s not very sexual,” Brittany explained.
Rachel nodded. “You have any suggestions since your girlfriend’s too much of an ass to help!”
Brittany looked pensive for a second before grinning. “Get her flowers!” Rachel looked at the blonde like she’d sprouted two heads; romancing a woman was almost a foreign language. “She wears flowery dresses all the time and virgins like flowers don’t they?” The table was silent.
**
The next day, Rachel walked up to Quinn’s locker holding a little bouquet of flowers behind her back. With a deep breath, she put on as sweet and charming a smile as she could, and held them out to the blonde. Quinn eyed the flowers suspiciously. “Come to ask me about my personal life again?”
“No. I realize what I said yesterday was inappropriate, and I’m here to apologize. I got you flowers…you like flowers don’t you?”
Quinn stared quizzically at the cheerleader. “….Yeah…I love flowers actually, thanks.” Point, Brittany. Quinn took the flowers but the confusion was still evident on her face.
“Something wrong?”
“Why are you talking to me all of a sudden?” Rachel’s mouth flapped aimlessly, trying to think of a good excuse. “I don’t think you’ve ever spoken to me, aside from calling me ‘prude’ or ‘Jesus-freak’ in passing, and you haven’t even done that since sophomore year…”
“I…” Think fast Rachel! “I just wanted to get to know you. I feel bad that we’re in similar classes and never speak.”
“So?”
Rachel was about to be furious. Since when did people not want to be friends with her?! Everyone wanted to be friends with her! People would bend over backwards and say anything she wanted to hear to be her friend! “Fine, never mind then!” Rachel was about to storm off when Quinn blushed.
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t a neighborly thing to say. I’m sorry, I mean it.” Rachel spun around. Typical goody-goody little Christian girl. She smiled. That’s better.
“It’s ok. Would you maybe like to have lunch tomorrow?” By making it tomorrow, Quinn would be left to stir in her thoughts on the popular Cheerio.
“What about your cheerleader friends? Last I checked, they aren’t too big on getting to know people who aren’t on the Cheerios.”
“So then let’s just get lunch, you and me. Meet me at the picnic tables outside, tomorrow, at noon. Ok? Great.” Rachel didn’t even give Quinn a chance to respond, she simply smiled and spun on her heels, excited that now the ball was, in fact, rolling; she had a plan.
**
Tomorrow came, and found Rachel was sitting on top of a picnic table running her plastic fork over her salad. When she looked up and saw Quinn approaching with a tray of her own. She smiled as kindly as she could as the taller girl took her seat and eyed Rachel curiously. “Why aren’t you sitting on the bench?”
“Why aren’t you sitting on the table?”
“Because it’s a table, not a bench. Table’s are for the food, benches are for the people.” Well aren’t you just a bundle of fun. Rachel shook her head and smiled, but gave in and sat down next to Quinn who smiled lightly.
“So why did you want to have lunch with me?” Quinn asked softly as she ate.
“I told you, I want to be friends.”
Quinn rolled her eyes. “Then be a friend and give me an honest answer.”
Rachel raised her eyebrows. “Fine, because I think you’re simply gorgeous and I’d like to get to know you better.”
“And by know me better, you mean get in my pants and be on your merry way?” Quinn mused.
Rachel was silent. “You really assume the worst in people, it’s not a becoming quality. I figured you of all people wouldn’t judge someone,” Rachel said coolly and turned her attention to her meal. This time Quinn was silent. She nodded bashfully.
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t right of me. And it’s not right to judge you based on who you are romantically involved with.”
Rachel nodded. “Thank you.” They ate in silence before Rachel decided to put her plan in action. “Do you ever find being so religious difficult?” She asked sweetly. Quinn looked at her, puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” Rachel said matter-of-factly. “It’s just that most teenagers our age find this stage in our lives so complicated and scary.”
“Yes, but Jesus helps steer me in the right direction.”
“But there are some things that religion just can’t help with.” Quinn shrugged weakly but Rachel celebrated when she saw a very subtle nod. They stayed quiet before Rachel spoke up again. “I mean, so many teens, especially girls, struggle with their sexuality, for instance, once puberty hits.” Rachel eyed Quinn curiously. She was staring straight into her sandwich, unmoving. Rachel’s assumption had been correct; away from everyone in the school, Quinn was far more vulnerable to her questions. “Personally, I found it very scary when I started noticing how beautiful and soft women looked. When I found myself wanting to touch them…kiss them…I didn’t know what to think.”
Quinn’s lips were pursed tightly, as if her body was physically constraining her from responding. Rachel continued. “When I finally did…kiss them,” she sighed, “I was so mesmerized. But then I found myself still noticing boys. And I eventually found that I liked kissing and touching them both.” Rachel let the statement hang in the air. “Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like religion would just complicated and confuse me, more. But what’s your opinion, hmm?”
“I…I guess that makes sense.”
Rachel pounced again. “I know it was a crude thing to say a few days ago, but I suppose it’s fitting with the conversation. At our age our hormones in such flux, masturbation feels almost as necessary as eating or drinking, and again, religion just represses us.” Rachel smirked. It represses us in so many ways, doesn’t it, Quinnie? The blonde looked away from Rachel and mumbled something. “What was that?” Quinn turned her head more towards Rachel and bit her lip. “You can tell me, Quinn. I’d like our friendship to be strong and all friendships are built on trust.”
Quinn kept her eyes on her hands, which were now resting in her lap. “Jesus says it’s wrong, though.”
“Jesus doesn’t have to know. You can tell me.”
“…….I’ve never…touched…that.”
JACK. POT. “Oh.” Virgin in every sense, awesome. “Is that because your religion tells you not to?”
“Yes.”
“it says that in the Bible?”
“…I think.”
Rachel smirked. “You know, Quinn, it actually isn’t anywhere in the Bible.” Quinn looked up at the singer in shock. She nodded. “No where, not even in Leviticus where it speaks so much to sexuality, does it say that masturbation is a sin.” Rachel slowly scooted herself closer to the other girl.
“But lust is a sin.”
“If it’s so sinful, then why does God make us this horny? Why would he do that unless he wants us to act on it?” Rachel whispered, now directly next to the religious girl. Quinn shook her head as Rachel nodded. “It feels so good to act.” With that, Rachel leaned in and kissed Quinn chastely. The blonde was mostly in shock as Rachel slowly licked her lower lip before sliding her tongue inside her warm mouth. Quinn whimpered softly. Rachel deepened the kiss and moved her hand to hold the back of Quinn’s head. They stayed locked at the lips for several minutes before Quinn pulled back.
“I-I think lunch is over,” she whispered, her cheeks bright red.
Rachel grinned. “You’re probably right, we can continue this later,” she mused with a wink. Quinn kept her head bowed the entire walk back to the building. Rachel could only assume she was asking forgiveness.
**
For the next two weeks, Rachel and Quinn ate lunch together alone almost daily. It became routine for them to debate religion, which culminated in a passionate make-out session, which Quinn undoubtedly would end. On their walk back to the building, Rachel could always hear the taller girl whispering prayers under her breath. It turned Rachel on.
One day, after a particularly hot session that involved Rachel pawing at Quinn’s chest over her top, Rachel waited by Quinn’s locker. While the blonde unloaded her books and packed her bag to go home, Rachel simply eyed her. “Can I help you, Rachel?”
Rachel nodded. “Can I come over?” Quinn choked on air before shaking her head wildly. Rachel frowned. “Why not?”
Quinn paused. “Man shall not lie with man as he does with woman, it is an abomination.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “And where does it say woman shall not lie with woman as she does with man?”
“It’s implied, Rachel.”
“Really? Because the Bible is pretty explicit about everything else; The Ten Commandments, the dietary laws, its all laid out in plain English, so why not that?” She argued. Quinn couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Maybe your precious Bible doesn’t say that for a reason. Now take me to your house, now.” The HBIC Rachel was out in full force by now; she wanted to fuck Quinn and she wanted to fuck Quinn now.
A few minutes later, the two girls were in Quinn’s car, driving silently. When they got inside and up to Quinn’s room, Rachel was admirably able to contain herself when she saw the crucifix and painting of Jesus above Quinn’s headboard. Quinn looked nervous, but Rachel quickly took control, as she normally did, and took the taller girl in her arms, kissing her passionately. They stumbled weakly to the bed, where Rachel quickly got on top, kissing Quinn’s lips, her cheeks and down to her pale neck.
Rachel growled as she marked Quinn’s untainted skin. She felt her panties soak knowing she was literally the first person to ever touch this girl. Or so she thought, until Quinn blurted out in a weak whimper, “I touched myself.”
Rachel stopped her kissing and leaned up with a triumphant smirk. “Really?”
Quinn looked shocked that she admitted it, but nodded surely. “I-I didn’t know what I was doing…but I used a finger a-and just touched…”
Rachel leaned down and kissed Quinn’s neck again. “That’s so hot, Quinn. Did it feel good?” she husked, leaving a deep bruise. Quinn shuddered.
“It w-was alright…I don’t know.”
“Let me teach you.”
Quinn shuddered as Rachel’s hand slid under her shirt, gently rubbing over her flat stomach. “O-Ok,” she whispered. Her eyes opened and glanced up to see Jesus hanging on her wall. She quickly shut her eyes again.
“Good girl,” Rachel cooed and undid the front clasp of Quinn’s bra. She inhaled sharply. “First, you should always tease yourself. When women get horny, their pussies get wet, that way when they have sex it feels good. Was your pussy wet when you touched, Quinn?” Rachel asked as she cupped Quinn’s breasts, avoiding the pointed nipples.
“A little,” she whispered. Quinn whished Rachel wouldn’t make her talk.
“What were you thinking about?”
“I wasn’t thinking about anything…it just felt sinful,” she sighed. Rachel pouted.
“You should always think of something that makes you feel good, Quinnie. Otherwise you won’t get wet.” Quinn nodded shakily. “Good. Now, playing with your nipples is usually a good way to get started,” she said and ran her thumb over the stiff bud several times. Quinn shook slightly. “Your nipples seem very sensitive, I would suggest rubbing and tugging them gently, like this.” Rachel took Quinn’s right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled gently. Quinn moaned. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Yes…yes it does.”
“And you know what’s good about having another person with you to help?” Quinn shook her head stiffly. “The other person can use their mouth, see?” Rachel pulled gently at the girl’s top and lowered her head, taking the soft brown bud in her mouth. She suckled at it gently, soaking her panties when Quinn let out a shuddered moan of pleasure.
“T-That feels so nice, Rachel,” Quinn sighed, trying to compose herself. She wasn’t a horny animal, after all, but hell if Rachel wasn’t going to try and change that.
“Good,” Rachel breathed out and switched to Quinn’s other nipple, taking it in her mouth and nipping at it gently. She let her tongue sooth the sensitive skin, reveling in the hushed whimpers above her. “Are you getting all wet?” Quinn’s eyes clenched tighter and bit her lip. “Quiiiinn,” Rachel urged sweetly.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Rachel nodded with satisfaction and kissed Quinn on the lips; she didn’t like that she had been biting them throughout Rachel’s actions. Rachel grinned into the kiss when she felt Quinn’s hand tentatively take hold of the back of her head, bringing their embrace closer. “Now I’m going to show you how to play with your pussy. Are you excited?”
“Yes, Rachel.” Rachel’s hand slid slowly down Quinn’s torso and underneath her skirt. She cupped Quinn’s sex, gasping at the precum that had soaked through the cotton.
“My, my, seems someone isn’t so innocent.”
“I-I am. I’m not a whore,” Quinn pleaded, still clutching to her religion.
Rachel chuckled and curled a finger under the crotch of the blonde’s underwear, pulling them down to her knees. “Your pussy is all hot and wet for girl, that doesn’t make you a whore, but it makes you a little gay.” She watched Quinn bite her lip. The guilt she was instilling in the girl was sadistically funny to her. “Ready for a finger, sexy?” Quinn almost regretfully nodded. Rachel pushed her pointed finger slowly into the taller girl’s slippery sex, who gasped at the sensation.
“O-Oh, Rachel…”
“So tight,” Rachel hissed, leaning her forehead against Quinn’s. “This is why I love virgins. Such tight fuckholes.” Quinn shuddered. Slowly Rachel pumped in and out of the hot mound, picking up the pace with every few thrusts. “Now your pussy is going to take another finger, it’s so tight, it’ll feel amazing.” Quinn nodded, lost in the sensations as she canted her hips forward to meet the welcome intrusion. Rachel smirked arrogantly and slid her middle finger in. She sighed feeling Quinn’s walls flutter around her digits. The room was silent aside from Quinn’s heavy breathing and wet slapping sound as Rachel’s hand slammed into the apex of Quinn’s widely spread legs.
“Tell me how you feel, Quinn.”
“D-Debached…impure…” she whimpered softly been soft keening sounds. Rachel sighed and curled her fingers, brushing gently against her g-spot.
“How do you feel, Quinn?”
All Quinn could do was sigh. “Amazing.”
Rachel nodded appreciatively, sat up, flipped Quinn’s skirt, and admired the view of her fingers plunging into Quinn’s heat, disappearing into full red pussy lips. The blonde pubic hair Quinn had was trimmed short and well maintained in a neat patch just above her lips. “Mmmmm fuck,” Rachel growled. Quinn weakly opened her eyes and followed Rachel’s line of sight.
“Rachel…no, mouths are for kissing.” Again, she’s a barrel of fun.
Rachel put on a faux innocent face. “But Quinnie, I do want to kiss you. I just want to kiss you somewhere else.” Rachel’s fingers slipped out and easily glided across Quinn’s swollen clit.
“N-No, kissing on lips.”
Rachel grinned wickedly and began kissing down the virgin's abs. “I will be kissing your lips. Just a different set…”
“R-Rach, it’s disgusting,” Quinn squeaked out. Rachel growled and nipped roughly at her lover’s hipbone.
“Has anyone given you head before, Quinnie?”
“No…”
“So you’ve never felt a tongue fill your fuckhole?” She glanced up from her kisses to look at Quinn. She shook her head, defeated. “And you’ve never felt teeth nip your clit, making you squirt with an earth-shattering orgasm?” The brunette sighed huskily, letting her hands roam over soft, porcelain skin. Quinn barely shook her head; she knew it was game over. “Then I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy, Quinn, and you won’t object any more.”
Before Quinn could respond, Rachel positioned herself between the girl’s legs, held her down with one hand and lowered her head. She took Quinn’s bud in her mouth and let her tongue lick over it in a rough broad stroke. Quinn wailed with pleasure, bucking her hips wildly. Rachel chuckled and licked again, this time, pointing her tongue and flicking the bud back and forth, teasing it, bullying it from it’s hood.
“Oooh Rachel, oohh oh Rachel!!” Quinn chanted. The Cheerio released the button reluctantly and slid her tongue down, wiggling it against the taller girls’ entrance. “Y-yes! In!” Rachel was all too happy to oblige. With gusto, she stuck her strong tongue into Quinn’s sex, nearly cumming herself as the blonde’s inner walls adjusted to the new and incredible sensation. As Rachel began stroking her tongue along Quinn’s walls, she thought her ears were deceiving her. She quieted her sloppy licking (even though the crass, wet sound was turning her on immensely) and sure enough, she had heard right. Quinn was whispering, ever so softly, “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me.” She’s thinking about God instead of my tongue! Rachel growled and went back to suckling Quinn’s clit.
“Whu’s tha’?” she muttered over the nub in her mouth. “Give you?” she growled, pulling her head back, grinning at the pained whimper Quinn let out. “Give you more, maybe?”
“Yes, Rachel,” Quinn pleaded.
“Or were you saying forgive me?” she snapped harshly. Quinn blushed and canted her hips forward, brushing against the Cheerio’s still hand.
“…I-“
“The truth, Quinn. Or no more of this,” Rachel roughly put two fingers into Quinn’s hole. She inhaled sharply at the mix of pain and pleasure.
“I said forgive me! Please Rachel!”
“Are you sinning, Quinn?” Rachel husked, and leaned down to inhale the blonde’s dripping pussy.
“Y-yes…yes I’m a sinner…”
Hearing Quinn confess that what they were doing was “sinful” nearly made Rachel cream herself, as she began licking at the girl’s clit. “Say it again,” she growled.
“I’m a sinner.”
“Again.”
“I’m a sinner!” With each confession, Rachel would lick faster. After a few seconds, Quinn was humping Rachel’s face wantonly, screaming without abandon that she was a sinner, that she was sinning, that Rachel was her temptress. And with one more greedy suck at the blonde’s clit, Quinn fell apart, squirting her cum onto Rachel’s chin.
For someone who had never had an orgasm, Quinn didn’t know what to expect, but to see flashing lights, to feel every muscle instantaneously contract and release seemingly instantly, to fall apart with a simple flick of a tongue, it was all too much. Rachel rubbed sloppily at the virgin’s clit, making her shake and quiver as smaller spurts of cream spilled from her pussy, falling easily into Rachel’s waiting mouth.
As Quinn settled down, Rachel couldn’t help but admire the view. Blonde hair was spread messily across the pillows, while short bangs were clinging with sweat to the girl’s forehead. Quinn’s hands, which had been gripping the sheets in a death grip, were now lax, lying lazily next to crumpled sheets. Her chest rose and dropped erratically. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating, on a high like one she’d never imagined.
“Dirty girl,” Rachel said with a smirk.
“Your dirty sinner girl.”
Rachel nodded approvingly. “Filthy sinner.” Quinn nodded. “Does it get you hot that sinning felt so good?” Quinn nodded again. Rachel grinned mischievously. “Good. Because sodomy feels even better.”
Bonus points-- super innocent Quinn, Quinn being initially disgusted by the idea of Rachel going down on her (but totally enjoying it anyway).
Double bonus points--Quinn asking God for forgiveness while Rachel eats her.
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 4,444 (HOW COOL IS THAT! LOL!)
The sea of students at McKinley High parts at exactly 8:05 am in the South Hall, same as every day. Watching them strutting down the hall in the same formation, all the students know to simply stay out of their way or risk verbal assault and in all likelihood, a slushie shower. The head bitch comes first, always; Rachel Berry. In that sexy Cheerios outfit that hugs her curves, with the pleated skirt that gives off teasing flashes of her firm ass with every step, Rachel is the epitome of sex and the queen of the school. Santana follows almost directly behind her, to her right, and has her pinkie linked to her partner-in-crime, Brittany. The trio walks down the hallway with heads held high and a confident smirk perpetually etched on their leaders face.
When Rachel arrives at her locker, Santana and Brittany lean beside her and watch the students around them, who are now allowed to move freely, though of course need to stay at least beyond a five-foot radius of the small Cheerio. “Finn’s coming,” Santana says dully, rolling her eyes as she catches the lummox bumbling towards them. Rachel pauses. “Should I tell him to fuck off?” The Latina offers to her friend. Rachel shakes her head and turns around just as Finn reaches them.
“Good morning, Rachel,” he says with a cheerful, but obviously nervous grin. Even though he is Rachel’s boyfriend, and has been for almost two years, he still knows that his girlfriend is fiercer than anyone at the school and never knew when she would be in a bad mood. The pair was hardly exclusive; well…Rachel was hardly exclusive. She was the top bitch, she was the sexy one, if she saw someone she wanted, boy or girl, she had full liberties to hook up with him or her, and Finn knew that. The boy was too in love with her and her reputation to care though, he put up with anything she dished out.
“Hi Finn,” Rachel said with a big smile. He stood awkwardly in front of her, caught sight of Santana giving him the once over, and immediately started blushing. Finn had always felt awkward around the other Cheerios who worshiped Rachel like a god. After a minute of not talking, Rachel’s face grew serious. “Can I do something for you?” She said coolly. She didn’t like having her time wasted and Lord knows Finn was great at doing just that.
“Uh, no, sorry…I-I’ll see you at lunch,” Finn replied bashfully and ducked away quietly.
Santana scowled. “That boy is the definition of awkward…and stupid…and annoying…and-“
“You’re right.” Santana did a double take. Usually when she started listing everything she hated in Finn, Rachel would snap at her; hearing the smaller girl reply with an affirmative was shocking.
“Excuse me?” Santana scoffed, looking to Rachel who shut her locker and picked up her bag.
“You heard me, you’re 100% right, San.”
“So if you think that, why don’t you just dump him?” Brittany pondered. “You should be with someone you really like,” she continued and looked at Santana who beamed at her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Brittany giggled softly. “See?”
Rachel pursed her lips. “That’s boring.” Santana glared at Rachel and took Brittany’s hand.
“Well what’s not boring then?” Brittany asked.
“A challenge,” Rachel replied with a shrug and started her march down the halls, smiling inwardly as students went every which way to get out of her path.
“And what, pray tell, is a challenge? Who in their right mind wouldn’t hook up with you? Last week that Jacob kid offered to sell his parents into slavery so you could use his house…” Santana argued.
“Her,” Rachel said triumphantly and nodded her head towards a girl at the far end of the hall, loading books into her locker and humming softly to herself.
Brittany followed Rachel’s line of sight. “Rach, you know that’s Quinn Fabray, right?” she asked softly.
Rachel nodded. “I know full-well who she is. She’s probably the only person in this school who hasn’t made a play at me.”
“Yeah. Cause she’s a bible-thumping Jesus freak, that’s why,” Santana said with a snort. “You’d have better luck hooking up with the Pope.” Rachel laughed at that as they continued walking, closer and closer towards the girl in question. Santana’s face remained serious. “You think I’m joking? She’s a Christ Crusader and the president of the damn celibacy club!”
“Ooooh, celibacy club, fun,” Rachel said with a chuckle. “You know me, San, I love a sweet little virgin.” Quinn dropped a book and bent down to pick it up. Rachel cocked her head to the side as she passed and peered under her skirt. “She’s even rocking cotton white panties,” she mumbled with a smirk as they passed her. “I just have to get those as a souvenir.”
“You’re delusional, Berry,” Santana said with a wicked grin and turned into the Chem room.
“I promise you I’m not, I just like to have some fun,” Rachel concluded.
**
The next day, Rachel waited patiently nearby Quinn’s locker, ready to make her move. When the blonde finally made an appearance, she eyed Rachel suspiciously before opening her locker. Rachel leaned next to the virgin, eying her with a cocky grin. Quinn said nothing.
Finally after two minutes of silence, Rachel spoke up. “Good afternoon, sexy.” Quinn nodded once and looked at the schedule on her locker’s door. “You look gorgeous today, you know that?” Quinn pursed her lips but said nothing. “I don’t bite you know, you can respond to me.”
“Forgive me, but you can’t blame me for not wanting to associate myself with someone as…loose as yourself,” Quinn muttered. Rachel had half a mind to pop Quinn one.
Her face quickly hardened at the comment. She stood in silence, watching the blonde, who seemed totally unmoved by her cold words, before smirking. “Do you touch yourself, Quinn?”
The blonde dropped the book she was holding into her locker, sputtering wildly, her face contorting awkwardly. “What a vulgar question and it’s certainly none of your business!” she snapped.
Rachel snickered. “I was simply wondering if your chastity vow, or whatever it is you celibate freaks do, applies to self-love, it’s a valid question,” she explained. Quinn looked repulsed. “So you’ve never played with yourself? Never rubbed your clit? Or put a few fingers inside that hot virgin hole you have?”
“I’m done with this conversation, pervert.” With fury and embarrassment engrained on her face, Quinn slammed her locker shut and stormed off.
Rachel nodded dully to herself. “Off to a great start,” she muttered.
**
“You really thought asking Queen Celibacy if she masturbates was a good icebreaker? Were you raised by wolves, you dumbass?” Santana said through hysterical laughter as she picked at her lunch.
Rachel scowled. “Shut up, Santana, I got the ball rolling!”
“What ball rolling?! She probably wants to never see you again, the ball isn’t rolling, it’s glued still!”
Rachel threw a French fry at the Latina who batted it away. “I think I agree with San, Rach. That didn’t seem like a very good idea… she’s not very sexual,” Brittany explained.
Rachel nodded. “You have any suggestions since your girlfriend’s too much of an ass to help!”
Brittany looked pensive for a second before grinning. “Get her flowers!” Rachel looked at the blonde like she’d sprouted two heads; romancing a woman was almost a foreign language. “She wears flowery dresses all the time and virgins like flowers don’t they?” The table was silent.
**
The next day, Rachel walked up to Quinn’s locker holding a little bouquet of flowers behind her back. With a deep breath, she put on as sweet and charming a smile as she could, and held them out to the blonde. Quinn eyed the flowers suspiciously. “Come to ask me about my personal life again?”
“No. I realize what I said yesterday was inappropriate, and I’m here to apologize. I got you flowers…you like flowers don’t you?”
Quinn stared quizzically at the cheerleader. “….Yeah…I love flowers actually, thanks.” Point, Brittany. Quinn took the flowers but the confusion was still evident on her face.
“Something wrong?”
“Why are you talking to me all of a sudden?” Rachel’s mouth flapped aimlessly, trying to think of a good excuse. “I don’t think you’ve ever spoken to me, aside from calling me ‘prude’ or ‘Jesus-freak’ in passing, and you haven’t even done that since sophomore year…”
“I…” Think fast Rachel! “I just wanted to get to know you. I feel bad that we’re in similar classes and never speak.”
“So?”
Rachel was about to be furious. Since when did people not want to be friends with her?! Everyone wanted to be friends with her! People would bend over backwards and say anything she wanted to hear to be her friend! “Fine, never mind then!” Rachel was about to storm off when Quinn blushed.
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t a neighborly thing to say. I’m sorry, I mean it.” Rachel spun around. Typical goody-goody little Christian girl. She smiled. That’s better.
“It’s ok. Would you maybe like to have lunch tomorrow?” By making it tomorrow, Quinn would be left to stir in her thoughts on the popular Cheerio.
“What about your cheerleader friends? Last I checked, they aren’t too big on getting to know people who aren’t on the Cheerios.”
“So then let’s just get lunch, you and me. Meet me at the picnic tables outside, tomorrow, at noon. Ok? Great.” Rachel didn’t even give Quinn a chance to respond, she simply smiled and spun on her heels, excited that now the ball was, in fact, rolling; she had a plan.
**
Tomorrow came, and found Rachel was sitting on top of a picnic table running her plastic fork over her salad. When she looked up and saw Quinn approaching with a tray of her own. She smiled as kindly as she could as the taller girl took her seat and eyed Rachel curiously. “Why aren’t you sitting on the bench?”
“Why aren’t you sitting on the table?”
“Because it’s a table, not a bench. Table’s are for the food, benches are for the people.” Well aren’t you just a bundle of fun. Rachel shook her head and smiled, but gave in and sat down next to Quinn who smiled lightly.
“So why did you want to have lunch with me?” Quinn asked softly as she ate.
“I told you, I want to be friends.”
Quinn rolled her eyes. “Then be a friend and give me an honest answer.”
Rachel raised her eyebrows. “Fine, because I think you’re simply gorgeous and I’d like to get to know you better.”
“And by know me better, you mean get in my pants and be on your merry way?” Quinn mused.
Rachel was silent. “You really assume the worst in people, it’s not a becoming quality. I figured you of all people wouldn’t judge someone,” Rachel said coolly and turned her attention to her meal. This time Quinn was silent. She nodded bashfully.
“I’m sorry, that wasn’t right of me. And it’s not right to judge you based on who you are romantically involved with.”
Rachel nodded. “Thank you.” They ate in silence before Rachel decided to put her plan in action. “Do you ever find being so religious difficult?” She asked sweetly. Quinn looked at her, puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” Rachel said matter-of-factly. “It’s just that most teenagers our age find this stage in our lives so complicated and scary.”
“Yes, but Jesus helps steer me in the right direction.”
“But there are some things that religion just can’t help with.” Quinn shrugged weakly but Rachel celebrated when she saw a very subtle nod. They stayed quiet before Rachel spoke up again. “I mean, so many teens, especially girls, struggle with their sexuality, for instance, once puberty hits.” Rachel eyed Quinn curiously. She was staring straight into her sandwich, unmoving. Rachel’s assumption had been correct; away from everyone in the school, Quinn was far more vulnerable to her questions. “Personally, I found it very scary when I started noticing how beautiful and soft women looked. When I found myself wanting to touch them…kiss them…I didn’t know what to think.”
Quinn’s lips were pursed tightly, as if her body was physically constraining her from responding. Rachel continued. “When I finally did…kiss them,” she sighed, “I was so mesmerized. But then I found myself still noticing boys. And I eventually found that I liked kissing and touching them both.” Rachel let the statement hang in the air. “Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like religion would just complicated and confuse me, more. But what’s your opinion, hmm?”
“I…I guess that makes sense.”
Rachel pounced again. “I know it was a crude thing to say a few days ago, but I suppose it’s fitting with the conversation. At our age our hormones in such flux, masturbation feels almost as necessary as eating or drinking, and again, religion just represses us.” Rachel smirked. It represses us in so many ways, doesn’t it, Quinnie? The blonde looked away from Rachel and mumbled something. “What was that?” Quinn turned her head more towards Rachel and bit her lip. “You can tell me, Quinn. I’d like our friendship to be strong and all friendships are built on trust.”
Quinn kept her eyes on her hands, which were now resting in her lap. “Jesus says it’s wrong, though.”
“Jesus doesn’t have to know. You can tell me.”
“…….I’ve never…touched…that.”
JACK. POT. “Oh.” Virgin in every sense, awesome. “Is that because your religion tells you not to?”
“Yes.”
“it says that in the Bible?”
“…I think.”
Rachel smirked. “You know, Quinn, it actually isn’t anywhere in the Bible.” Quinn looked up at the singer in shock. She nodded. “No where, not even in Leviticus where it speaks so much to sexuality, does it say that masturbation is a sin.” Rachel slowly scooted herself closer to the other girl.
“But lust is a sin.”
“If it’s so sinful, then why does God make us this horny? Why would he do that unless he wants us to act on it?” Rachel whispered, now directly next to the religious girl. Quinn shook her head as Rachel nodded. “It feels so good to act.” With that, Rachel leaned in and kissed Quinn chastely. The blonde was mostly in shock as Rachel slowly licked her lower lip before sliding her tongue inside her warm mouth. Quinn whimpered softly. Rachel deepened the kiss and moved her hand to hold the back of Quinn’s head. They stayed locked at the lips for several minutes before Quinn pulled back.
“I-I think lunch is over,” she whispered, her cheeks bright red.
Rachel grinned. “You’re probably right, we can continue this later,” she mused with a wink. Quinn kept her head bowed the entire walk back to the building. Rachel could only assume she was asking forgiveness.
**
For the next two weeks, Rachel and Quinn ate lunch together alone almost daily. It became routine for them to debate religion, which culminated in a passionate make-out session, which Quinn undoubtedly would end. On their walk back to the building, Rachel could always hear the taller girl whispering prayers under her breath. It turned Rachel on.
One day, after a particularly hot session that involved Rachel pawing at Quinn’s chest over her top, Rachel waited by Quinn’s locker. While the blonde unloaded her books and packed her bag to go home, Rachel simply eyed her. “Can I help you, Rachel?”
Rachel nodded. “Can I come over?” Quinn choked on air before shaking her head wildly. Rachel frowned. “Why not?”
Quinn paused. “Man shall not lie with man as he does with woman, it is an abomination.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “And where does it say woman shall not lie with woman as she does with man?”
“It’s implied, Rachel.”
“Really? Because the Bible is pretty explicit about everything else; The Ten Commandments, the dietary laws, its all laid out in plain English, so why not that?” She argued. Quinn couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Maybe your precious Bible doesn’t say that for a reason. Now take me to your house, now.” The HBIC Rachel was out in full force by now; she wanted to fuck Quinn and she wanted to fuck Quinn now.
A few minutes later, the two girls were in Quinn’s car, driving silently. When they got inside and up to Quinn’s room, Rachel was admirably able to contain herself when she saw the crucifix and painting of Jesus above Quinn’s headboard. Quinn looked nervous, but Rachel quickly took control, as she normally did, and took the taller girl in her arms, kissing her passionately. They stumbled weakly to the bed, where Rachel quickly got on top, kissing Quinn’s lips, her cheeks and down to her pale neck.
Rachel growled as she marked Quinn’s untainted skin. She felt her panties soak knowing she was literally the first person to ever touch this girl. Or so she thought, until Quinn blurted out in a weak whimper, “I touched myself.”
Rachel stopped her kissing and leaned up with a triumphant smirk. “Really?”
Quinn looked shocked that she admitted it, but nodded surely. “I-I didn’t know what I was doing…but I used a finger a-and just touched…”
Rachel leaned down and kissed Quinn’s neck again. “That’s so hot, Quinn. Did it feel good?” she husked, leaving a deep bruise. Quinn shuddered.
“It w-was alright…I don’t know.”
“Let me teach you.”
Quinn shuddered as Rachel’s hand slid under her shirt, gently rubbing over her flat stomach. “O-Ok,” she whispered. Her eyes opened and glanced up to see Jesus hanging on her wall. She quickly shut her eyes again.
“Good girl,” Rachel cooed and undid the front clasp of Quinn’s bra. She inhaled sharply. “First, you should always tease yourself. When women get horny, their pussies get wet, that way when they have sex it feels good. Was your pussy wet when you touched, Quinn?” Rachel asked as she cupped Quinn’s breasts, avoiding the pointed nipples.
“A little,” she whispered. Quinn whished Rachel wouldn’t make her talk.
“What were you thinking about?”
“I wasn’t thinking about anything…it just felt sinful,” she sighed. Rachel pouted.
“You should always think of something that makes you feel good, Quinnie. Otherwise you won’t get wet.” Quinn nodded shakily. “Good. Now, playing with your nipples is usually a good way to get started,” she said and ran her thumb over the stiff bud several times. Quinn shook slightly. “Your nipples seem very sensitive, I would suggest rubbing and tugging them gently, like this.” Rachel took Quinn’s right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled gently. Quinn moaned. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Yes…yes it does.”
“And you know what’s good about having another person with you to help?” Quinn shook her head stiffly. “The other person can use their mouth, see?” Rachel pulled gently at the girl’s top and lowered her head, taking the soft brown bud in her mouth. She suckled at it gently, soaking her panties when Quinn let out a shuddered moan of pleasure.
“T-That feels so nice, Rachel,” Quinn sighed, trying to compose herself. She wasn’t a horny animal, after all, but hell if Rachel wasn’t going to try and change that.
“Good,” Rachel breathed out and switched to Quinn’s other nipple, taking it in her mouth and nipping at it gently. She let her tongue sooth the sensitive skin, reveling in the hushed whimpers above her. “Are you getting all wet?” Quinn’s eyes clenched tighter and bit her lip. “Quiiiinn,” Rachel urged sweetly.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Rachel nodded with satisfaction and kissed Quinn on the lips; she didn’t like that she had been biting them throughout Rachel’s actions. Rachel grinned into the kiss when she felt Quinn’s hand tentatively take hold of the back of her head, bringing their embrace closer. “Now I’m going to show you how to play with your pussy. Are you excited?”
“Yes, Rachel.” Rachel’s hand slid slowly down Quinn’s torso and underneath her skirt. She cupped Quinn’s sex, gasping at the precum that had soaked through the cotton.
“My, my, seems someone isn’t so innocent.”
“I-I am. I’m not a whore,” Quinn pleaded, still clutching to her religion.
Rachel chuckled and curled a finger under the crotch of the blonde’s underwear, pulling them down to her knees. “Your pussy is all hot and wet for girl, that doesn’t make you a whore, but it makes you a little gay.” She watched Quinn bite her lip. The guilt she was instilling in the girl was sadistically funny to her. “Ready for a finger, sexy?” Quinn almost regretfully nodded. Rachel pushed her pointed finger slowly into the taller girl’s slippery sex, who gasped at the sensation.
“O-Oh, Rachel…”
“So tight,” Rachel hissed, leaning her forehead against Quinn’s. “This is why I love virgins. Such tight fuckholes.” Quinn shuddered. Slowly Rachel pumped in and out of the hot mound, picking up the pace with every few thrusts. “Now your pussy is going to take another finger, it’s so tight, it’ll feel amazing.” Quinn nodded, lost in the sensations as she canted her hips forward to meet the welcome intrusion. Rachel smirked arrogantly and slid her middle finger in. She sighed feeling Quinn’s walls flutter around her digits. The room was silent aside from Quinn’s heavy breathing and wet slapping sound as Rachel’s hand slammed into the apex of Quinn’s widely spread legs.
“Tell me how you feel, Quinn.”
“D-Debached…impure…” she whimpered softly been soft keening sounds. Rachel sighed and curled her fingers, brushing gently against her g-spot.
“How do you feel, Quinn?”
All Quinn could do was sigh. “Amazing.”
Rachel nodded appreciatively, sat up, flipped Quinn’s skirt, and admired the view of her fingers plunging into Quinn’s heat, disappearing into full red pussy lips. The blonde pubic hair Quinn had was trimmed short and well maintained in a neat patch just above her lips. “Mmmmm fuck,” Rachel growled. Quinn weakly opened her eyes and followed Rachel’s line of sight.
“Rachel…no, mouths are for kissing.” Again, she’s a barrel of fun.
Rachel put on a faux innocent face. “But Quinnie, I do want to kiss you. I just want to kiss you somewhere else.” Rachel’s fingers slipped out and easily glided across Quinn’s swollen clit.
“N-No, kissing on lips.”
Rachel grinned wickedly and began kissing down the virgin's abs. “I will be kissing your lips. Just a different set…”
“R-Rach, it’s disgusting,” Quinn squeaked out. Rachel growled and nipped roughly at her lover’s hipbone.
“Has anyone given you head before, Quinnie?”
“No…”
“So you’ve never felt a tongue fill your fuckhole?” She glanced up from her kisses to look at Quinn. She shook her head, defeated. “And you’ve never felt teeth nip your clit, making you squirt with an earth-shattering orgasm?” The brunette sighed huskily, letting her hands roam over soft, porcelain skin. Quinn barely shook her head; she knew it was game over. “Then I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy, Quinn, and you won’t object any more.”
Before Quinn could respond, Rachel positioned herself between the girl’s legs, held her down with one hand and lowered her head. She took Quinn’s bud in her mouth and let her tongue lick over it in a rough broad stroke. Quinn wailed with pleasure, bucking her hips wildly. Rachel chuckled and licked again, this time, pointing her tongue and flicking the bud back and forth, teasing it, bullying it from it’s hood.
“Oooh Rachel, oohh oh Rachel!!” Quinn chanted. The Cheerio released the button reluctantly and slid her tongue down, wiggling it against the taller girls’ entrance. “Y-yes! In!” Rachel was all too happy to oblige. With gusto, she stuck her strong tongue into Quinn’s sex, nearly cumming herself as the blonde’s inner walls adjusted to the new and incredible sensation. As Rachel began stroking her tongue along Quinn’s walls, she thought her ears were deceiving her. She quieted her sloppy licking (even though the crass, wet sound was turning her on immensely) and sure enough, she had heard right. Quinn was whispering, ever so softly, “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me.” She’s thinking about God instead of my tongue! Rachel growled and went back to suckling Quinn’s clit.
“Whu’s tha’?” she muttered over the nub in her mouth. “Give you?” she growled, pulling her head back, grinning at the pained whimper Quinn let out. “Give you more, maybe?”
“Yes, Rachel,” Quinn pleaded.
“Or were you saying forgive me?” she snapped harshly. Quinn blushed and canted her hips forward, brushing against the Cheerio’s still hand.
“…I-“
“The truth, Quinn. Or no more of this,” Rachel roughly put two fingers into Quinn’s hole. She inhaled sharply at the mix of pain and pleasure.
“I said forgive me! Please Rachel!”
“Are you sinning, Quinn?” Rachel husked, and leaned down to inhale the blonde’s dripping pussy.
“Y-yes…yes I’m a sinner…”
Hearing Quinn confess that what they were doing was “sinful” nearly made Rachel cream herself, as she began licking at the girl’s clit. “Say it again,” she growled.
“I’m a sinner.”
“Again.”
“I’m a sinner!” With each confession, Rachel would lick faster. After a few seconds, Quinn was humping Rachel’s face wantonly, screaming without abandon that she was a sinner, that she was sinning, that Rachel was her temptress. And with one more greedy suck at the blonde’s clit, Quinn fell apart, squirting her cum onto Rachel’s chin.
For someone who had never had an orgasm, Quinn didn’t know what to expect, but to see flashing lights, to feel every muscle instantaneously contract and release seemingly instantly, to fall apart with a simple flick of a tongue, it was all too much. Rachel rubbed sloppily at the virgin’s clit, making her shake and quiver as smaller spurts of cream spilled from her pussy, falling easily into Rachel’s waiting mouth.
As Quinn settled down, Rachel couldn’t help but admire the view. Blonde hair was spread messily across the pillows, while short bangs were clinging with sweat to the girl’s forehead. Quinn’s hands, which had been gripping the sheets in a death grip, were now lax, lying lazily next to crumpled sheets. Her chest rose and dropped erratically. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating, on a high like one she’d never imagined.
“Dirty girl,” Rachel said with a smirk.
“Your dirty sinner girl.”
Rachel nodded approvingly. “Filthy sinner.” Quinn nodded. “Does it get you hot that sinning felt so good?” Quinn nodded again. Rachel grinned mischievously. “Good. Because sodomy feels even better.”