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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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“Yes.” Quinn husked, mesmerized at the sight of that small hand moving in the confined space, the panties pulling from her body giving her the briefest of glimpses at what lay inside. Her hips jerked as she began circling her clit, her senses bathing in the feel of the small body pressed against her, the smell of arousal, the sound of her whimpers, “Talk to me.”
“I can feel you.” Rachel moaned, adding another finger to her endeavors, stretching and going deeper, “Touching yourself.”
“Do you wish it was your fingers?”
“God, yes.” Rachel breathed. “I’d make you feel so good.”
Quinn moaned at that, and didn’t doubt it’s truthfulness for a second. “What would you do to me?”
“Everything.” Rachel rasped, the heel of her palm hitting her clit with every thrust of her hand, “Fuck you, taste you, make you come.”
“Jesus Rachel.” Those dirty words coming from her full pouty lips shot heat to her center. Her fingers began making frantic motions circular patterns, pushing, pulling, toying, pinching, her orgasm building with each movement.
Rachel released her hold on Quinn’s thigh and reached backwards to wrap her fingers in Quinn’s hair, pulling her head further over her shoulder. “Watch,” She husked, her hand pumping more furiously. She could feel Quinn’s breasts pressed into her back, feel her hand moving quickly against her tailbone, hear her shallow breath in her ear, “Watch what you do to me.” She paused briefly, her breath catching in her throat, “What I could do to you.”
“Fuck.” Quinn whimpered. She could hear and see how wet she was and her clit pulsed erratically beneath her fingers.
“Yes.” Rachel growled, her hips beginning to quake knowing she was moments away from climaxing in front of Quinn for the second time.
“You want to come for me Rachel?” Quinn whispered.
“Oh god yes…” Rachel’s bucked into her hand, and tugged harder on Quinn’s hair making her cry out.
“Come.” Quinn growled.
“F-fuck, Quinn, fuck.” Rachel’s back arched to an impossible angle, her head falling back to Quinn’s shoulder as her hips shot from the bench, her entire being spasming and convulsing around her fingers, drenching her hand and seeping down her thigh.
Quinn immediately felt herself clench, hearing and seeing Rachel come apart robbing her of sound and breath. She came silently, shuddering and clamping her thighs together over her hand, only to spread them back apart as Rachel collapsed back down. She closed her eyes when Rachel fell lifeless against her body, breathing heavily. Her mind still couldn’t comprehend what just took place but her body continued to convulse in pleasure and as her hips jerked again Rachel sighed delightedly.
Taking a moment to compose herself Quinn searched for words, searched for an explanation, searched for anything to break the silence that Rachel seemed so content to stay in.
“That was.....unexpected.” She finally spoke then inwardly cringed when she felt Rachel shake lightly with laughter.
“Maybe for you.” With weak limbs she pushed herself up to look at her, the tousled hair, the flush cheeks, and all because of her, it was literally a dream come true.
------I'm considering continuing this...I can't seem to find an ending I enjoy. Idk....but this is all for now.
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