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She tried not to think of her but it couldn’t be helped, if she closed her eyes hard enough and he had shaved that day she could imagine it was her nuzzling her neck, her leg beneath her as she pitched her hips forward. She would always stop herself when she got too close; regardless of her wavering opinion of Finn she would not allow her first orgasm with her boyfriend to be the product of thinking of someone else, Quinn no less.
It was probably decisions like that one that put her in the position she was in now, walking tiredly to gym, an excuse signed by her math teacher clutched in her palm. Her brain was already foggy, thoughts of Quinn monopolizing her third period study hall, a full forty minutes of doodling in her notebook while her mind envisioned Quinn being bent over her desk, one hand pressed on her back, her other inside her, twisting, curling, pumping. This fantasy had strayed a bit from her other ones, Quinn had no words of protest, instead she had sought her out, had stripped herself bare and offered herself, and Rachel of course didn’t hesitate in taking her.
Her mind replayed the fantasy as she turned the corner and entered the locker room, casually walking by the empty rows of lockers, before turning for her own and being knocked of breath to find Quinn standing there. Am I early? Did I not wait long enough? She looked to the clock on the wall and noted that she was in fact right on schedule, well her own schedule at least. Quinn looked up at her and she shuffled her feet anxiously, contemplating fleeing the room.
“Berry, come here I need your help.”
“W-what?” Rachel stuttered but didn’t move from where she was standing. Oh god, I can’t be near her when she changes, she’ll know, she’ll see, fuck she’ll probably smell me. Rachel pressed her legs together feeling the dampness already in her panties from her earlier thoughts.
“Are you deaf?” Quinn shot her a look, “I can’t reach my zipper.” She turned to show her the back of her dress and indeed the zipper was out of reach, perched in that precarious spot between her shoulder blades.
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“Rachel!” The harsh tone and use of her actual name snapped her eyes back to Quinn. “Seriously, what is wrong with you?” Quinn looked over her shoulder at her. She was actually being sincere, though her tone made it just sound like another one of her snide remarks. But Rachel had been acting strange lately even by her standards. She had been fidgety, leaving classes early, leaving Glee early, she spoke less, even now she looked like she might have a fever, there was a light perspiration on her forehead, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over.
“Nothing.” Rachel whispered. A month ago she would have used some long winded excuse to explain off her behavior but at this moment she didn’t trust her voice to not betray her. Slowly, on wobbly legs, she began moving towards her. Give me strength. Give me strength. She repeated the phrase over and over in her head as she walked, their eyes met for a brief second as she came upon her and Rachel felt a chill roll down her spine, Quinn simply turned to allow her access to her zipper.
With unsteady hands Rachel reached up and softly pushed her hair over her shoulder before moving to clasp the gold tab between her fingers. God I’ve imagined this so many times. She fought to steady herself as she began pulling it south, watching the teeth separate and more creamy skin come into view. She knew she only had to drop it a few inches for Quinn to be able to reach but now that she had started she couldn’t stop, so when Quinn didn’t pull away she continued. It seemed as though every sense was amplified, she could hear the click of each notch as it opened, feel the heat radiating off of her, smell her perfume, she had to force herself to not lean forward and let her lips follow the path of her fingers, to press them along each vertebrate down the length of her back. As she reached the base the tip of her thumb grazed across her tailbone and she was forced to stifle a moan. She quickly dropped her hands and stepped backwards, Quinn didn’t move at first and Rachel could have sworn she saw a small shiver shake her frame but brushed it off as her over-active imagination.
“That should do it.” Her voice wavered and she quickly stepped over the bench to her locker, effectively putting a buffer between her and the object of her infatuation.
“Thanks.” Quinn spoke softly and turned to face her locker, shrugging the green dress from her shoulders and stepping out of it.
Oh my god. Rachel’s entire body trembled at the sight. If she thought she had been sexually awakened a month ago, she had been so very wrong. She allowed herself to take her in fully while her back was turned, attempting to memorize every line and mark on her body for further fantasies. She was more perfect then she remembered, her back more toned, her hips more slender, her ass more curved. She licked her lips as Quinn raised her arms to pull the shirt over her head, the muscles of her shoulders shifting and defining as she moved. Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest, she had never wanted to touch someone so badly in her life. She felt a fresh flow of moisture begin to pool between her thighs as Quinn bent over slightly to step into her shorts. Closing her eyes she gripped the hem of her skirt and squeezed her legs together in a desperate attempt to ease the throbbing of her clit.
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Rachel’s eyes shot open to find Quinn facing her, thankfully fully clothed. She swallowed to lubricate her suddenly dry mouth, and nodded. “Yeah, I’m just…” Just what, aching for you? “I haven’t been feeling well.”
Quinn nodded, “Maybe you should lie down or something.”
“Maybe.” She agreed. In truth she needed Quinn to leave the room before her arousal became any more obvious.
“Do you want me to get you some water or anything?” Quinn was genuinely concerned for her.
“I’ll be fine; I just need a few minutes.”
Quinn eyed her suspiciously before stepping away, “Ok, I’ll let the teacher know you’re in here.”
The moment she was gone from the room Rachel released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her entire body felt flushed and warm and she quickly stripped down to her bra and underwear needing to feel the cool air breeze against her heated skin. She tried in vain to push the thoughts of Quinn nearly naked from her mind, to simply get dressed and go to class but she couldn’t. She growled in frustration and collapsed down on the bench feeling the cool wood against her back as she tried to calm herself down.
Running a shaky hand through her hair she closed her eyes and almost immediately images of her began flooding her thinking space once again. As if by its own accord her hand continued south, over her neck, through the valley of her breasts, down her stomach, the moment her fingertips met with her panty line her mind comprehended what she was doing and she shot upright.
“Oh god…” She gasped. The sudden movement had an entirely different consequence then she had anticipated, the wood suddenly pressing between the apex of her thighs, flush against her already dripping center. Her head felt light and dizzy and she placed her palm down to steady herself, but that only made the situation worse as her clit lightly grazed against the grain.
Don’t move, don’t move, do-not-move. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed her body to listen to her brain. It didn’t. It couldn’t. Weeks of pressure had built up inside her and her hips tilted pushing the bench more firmly against her, a long slow groan rumbling through her chest and past her lips.
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Maybe this will help. She told herself, her hips rolling. I’ll get my concentration back; I’ll stop fantasizing about Quinn.
“Oh god, Quinn…” Her leg twitched and she thrust harder, thoughts of her spurring her need.
She let her mind drift further, quickly getting lost in fantasy; tossing her only rule out the window and using the last image she had of her, the tiny gym short and tight t-shirt. She imagined pushing her against the lockers, cupping her breasts in her hands, feeling her nipples harden against them.
“So hard…” She whispered aloud as she let herself get completely lost in the images.
Whimpering she ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it away from the sheen of sweat on her neck and began to move her hips quicker, relishing in the rough friction. Her mind pushed forth as well, Quinn was naked now, having roughly stripped her of clothing, the long fingers gripping her hair as she nipped and sucked the skin of her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, leaving marks as she went.
“So perfect…” Her words slipped from her fantasy once again as she spread her thighs and dropped her other hand to the bench sliding them down, looking for more purchase.
“Oh god.” She panted lightly, she couldn’t really believe what she was doing, her entire body flamed as she continued grinding herself down on to the wood. Masturbation wasn’t foreign to her, but it had never felt like this. Everything about it felt dirty and she loved it, her panties were soaked and her clit throbbed, gone were the long strokes replaced with quick jerks of her hips. She licked her lips and moaned as she found the perfect angle, making sure she never lost contact with the hard surface she rocked against.
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"Fuck.” Rachel groaned, arching her back, she was close, so close, and her body hummed as she pushed forward again, whining softly and rolling her head. The bench felt hot and hard between her legs, raising her hand she groped her chest, pinching her nipple between her fingers, needing just a bit more.
Quinn stood slack-jawed watching the sight before her, having returned by her teachers instructions to accompany her to the nurse. She gripped the locker next to her to keep from falling over. She knew she should alert her of her presence, or alternatively just leave the room, but her feet remained glued in place and her tongue laid leaden in her mouth. Instantly she was transported back to that brief moment in the locker room earlier and another pang of arousal shot through her stomach. You should not be turned on by this! She yelled at herself internally. But she was, embarrassingly so. Her conscience burned as she recognized this was the second time in ten minutes that she had made her feel this way.
“Fuck.” Rachel hissed with more force and any thoughts of embarrassment were quickly pushed from Quinn’s mind, warmth spreading in her stomach. Rachel was grinding down on the bench with fervor, her panties barely covered her ass and Quinn licked her lips as she watched it clench with each quick thrust. Filthy thoughts began invading her mind, of grasping that ass with her fingers, of digging her nails into the soft flesh, pulling her flush against her body, hearing those whimpers and moans directly in her ear. Finn is a lucky man. The thought came out of nowhere and her cheeks flamed.
“Ugh, jesus…Quinn!” Rachel felt her body stiffen as the choked moan tore from her throat, her hips and thighs twitching and jerking as her arousal spilled and pooled in her panties and against the wood, her fantasy and ministrations finally bringing searing hot release. “Quinn…” She whispered again, loving the sound of her name as her pussy clenched and contracted. Falling forward she let the aftershocks roll unabated through her body, feeling her stomach tighten and toes curl with each one. This was wrong. She knew it was wrong, but god it felt so good.
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“Don’t move.”
“Quinn?” Her heart pounded as she heard Quinn’s voice and felt the hands digging into her hips, keeping her seated on the bench. Oh god, how much did she see? Hear? Fuck, fuck , fuck. How could you be so stupid, reckless, careless… Her mind tore and flashed and she felt unexpected tears burn her eyes knowing she had been caught. She tried to get up again but Quinn gripped tighter.
“I said don’t move.” Her voice was stern and Rachel immediately listened.
“Q-Quinn,” her voice trembled, “I can explain..”
“Can you?” Quinn chuckled. “You can explain why I just found you humping a bench.” She moved herself closer until she felt the heat of Rachel’s back against her front, moving her lips to her ear, “And thinking of me no less.” Her voice was low and Rachel shivered.
“I wasn’t…”
“Don’t bother lying.” Quinn stopped her from even attempting it. “Tell me, what was going on in that head of yours that you couldn’t wait to get home?”
“What?” Rachel blinked at the question.
“I want to know what you were thinking about.” Quinn spoke directly into her ear and delighted in feeling her shiver. There were a million and one reasons she shouldn’t be doing what she was doing but she didn’t care. She had to know.
There was something in her tone that gave Rachel pause. It was teasing, but not maliciously so. By now Quinn should be berating her, calling her disgusting, a freak, a pervert or any other insult she was certain would have come from the blondes lips if she had ever been made aware of her dark thoughts, but she wasn’t.
“Why?” Rachel whispered.
“Is it always me?” Quinn ignored her question and inched forward again until Rachel’s back was flush against her front.
Rachel sighed and her head fell forward, the feel of Quinn’s t-shirt against her back and her bare thighs astride her own not helping her gain any more control of the situation. She tried desperately to reconcile the fact that her life was probably ruined and the orchestrator of her destruction was currently pressed against her, but where any normal person would be put off she simply just wanted to feel more.
“Answer me.”
“No.” Rachel lied.
An unexpected frown fell across Quinn’s lips. “But it was this time.”
“Yes.” Rachel whispered, defeated, “It was.
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*gulp*
YOU ARE GOING TO CONTINUE THIS RIGHT?
YOU CAN'T STOP NOW THAT QUINN GOT THERE
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Here's to hoping you feel obliged to continue.
AMAZING.
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*struggles internaly*
Thank you for sharing :') You did so well.. I love your writing.
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and post to ur LJ!!
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Rachel blushed and nodded.
Inwardly Quinn felt her stomach clench, her ego stroked with the knowledge that post-pregnancy she still had this type of power over people, her specifically.
“Tell me what you were thinking of.” She spoke softer now.
Rachel whimpered when that same finger trailed up the length of her thigh, her arousal coming back with a vengeance. “Y-you and I.” she pushed out trying to keep her tone level.
Completely releasing her hold on her hip Quinn trailed her other hand up her back, before winding her fingers through the thick brown hair and roughly pulling her head backwards, exposing her neck.
“Specifics Berry.” She growled.
“Fuck.” Rachel arched, the movement and vibration in her ear causing her hands to grip into Quinn’s thighs, it was then that she heard the faintest of moans fall from Quinn’s lips. And suddenly everything clicked into place, this wasn’t about Quinn making her feel embarrassed, or finding more to use against her, this was about Quinn.
“Tell me.” Quinn husked and tugged again, and this time Rachel didn’t stifle her groan.
“I was fucking you.” She whispered, then shook when Quinn grazed her teeth along the column of her throat.
“Have you thought of that before?”
“Yes.” She sighed when Quinn’s hand left her thigh but moaned when she felt the back of her knuckles against her ass, it meant only one thing, Quinn was touching herself. Although her fantasies always included it being her fingers she would take this as a victory, if she could get Quinn off with her words.
Quinn clamped her eyes shut as she cupped her sex, feeling the dampness through the thin material of her shorts. “How do I feel? When you think of me?” She breathed into the skin of her neck, exhaling then inhaling her scent.
“Warm.” Rachel whispered, “Wet.” Rachel increased her boldness, the damage had already been done, she might as well go down in flames. Her fingers gripped more firmly into Quinn’s thighs and she rolled her hips up, effectively pushing Quinn’s hand more firmly against her, then smiling when she heard her groan.
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“Sometimes.” Rachel whispered.
“Do you come for me?” Quinn bit into her shoulder and dipped her hand beneath the waistband of her gym shorts, gasping at just how wet she was.
“Always.” She husked and rolled her hips again. Her head was still thrown back against Quinn’s shoulder, and a fresh flow of moisture ran between her legs as she closed her eyes, rehashing old fantasies.
Slowly Quinn trailed her hand to meet with Rachel’s peeling her fingers from her thigh and moving it her own leg. “Do it now.” She commanded, moving Rachel hand to touch herself.
“Oh god.” Rachel’s head rolled forward and she opened her eyes, her stomach clenching seeing Quinn’s hand holding hers own against her soaked panties. She could not believe this was actually happening. “Fuck, Quinn.” She whined when Quinn quickly added more pressure before trailing her hand away to grip her trembling thigh, spreading them further. Slowly she raised her hand and slipped it beneath the thin material.
Quinn’s eyes widened and she exhaled shakily. She had never been more turned on in her entire life, her fingers started slowly stroking along her slit, gasping as they came to rest on her clit.
“Fuck yourself Rachel.”
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