Fic: The Alphabet of Rachel Berry part 19 (Glee)
Title: The Alphabet of Rachel Berry part 19
Author: meremortal2k5
Rating: R (Hard)
Word Count: 3500
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: All aired episodes.
Authors Notes: were!peen weirdness. All mistakes are my own, especially concerning the religious/mythological content and the hour or so I spent on research.
Prologue
Part 1 - A Tale of Two Halves
Part 2 - Two add two
Part 3 - There’s no way, right?
Part 4 - Full Moon
Part 5 - The only exception
Part 6 - Urgent Matters
Part 7 - If you don’t ask
Part 8 - There is no cure for curiosity
Part 9 - Great aunt Lilith
Part 10 - Certainly not bigger than a bread bin
Part 11 - Is it me, or my penis, that you want?
Part 12 - Not exactly sweet dreams
Part 13 - We’re through
Part 14 - Making lemonade from lemons
Part 15 - Friends with benefits
Part 16 - The tell-tale VPL
Part 17 - Half way between Heaven and Hell
Part 18 - Finn’s, Femmes and Movie Gems.
The movie was okay. Certainly not the best I’ve ever seen, but the second half most definitely made up for the first, and now I was actually considering buying the book just to skip through it to find out what happens next.
We held hands through the entire film and that made the experience so much more enjoyable for me, and hopefully for her too. I’ve never just held someone’s hand during a film. Finn always went for the arm across the shoulder hold, every now and again, brushing his hand against the upper swell of my breast before I would shuffle my shoulders, knocking his hand away.
I sigh at the thought of Finn Hudson. I hadn’t been the only one to notice his giant stature towering over Clancy Hill (second tier Cheerio) as they waited in line for the next showing of the movie Quinn and I had just seen. Seriously, the boy is starting to creep me out. Quinn had glowered at him, but she hadn’t let go of my hand.
Dinner at Breadstix had been nice. Conversation flowed freely and the food had been good now that they offered more vegan choices than the green salad without dressing or bacon bits. You can thank me and the American Vegan Society for that.
I don’t think Quinn had expected a gift as we sat waiting for our desserts, but I handed it over none the less. She blushed furiously, and I have to say that a blushing Quinn is a total turn on for some strange reason, but perhaps it was a blushing Quinn holding a foil wrapped condom with a bow on it, that really did it for me.
I explained that I thought it a good idea that we both carry them just in case one of us had forgotten, or if we needed two. I did not want a repeat of last night’s disaster. My poor penis was still a tad tender. I watched as she nodded and buried the condom inside of her purse before we dug into our desserts.
So, that secret spot I knew of just off Cooper’s Pond? The place I had intended on taking Quinn after dinner? Not much of a secret, it turns out.
I pull onto a dirt road just to the side of the main car park, following it around the pond until we are almost at the other side, only to find that there’s no space at the Inn. No space at all. Even the narrow road leading onto the overspill car park has a line of cars parked all down the one side.
Damn. I look to Quinn then, and she looks back at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Looks like half of McKinley had the same idea, Rache.” She smirks and I’m glad that she isn’t as disappointed as I am.
“I don’t understand.” I sigh. “This place is empty during the day. How did they all find out?”
She giggles. “C’mon. I know a quiet place.”
I’m a little miffed that my simple date plans have gone awry, but I willingly follow her directions once we’re back on the main road.
“Don’t worry about it, Rachel.” She’s watching me as I drive and every time I look at her, she’s smiling, so I relax and smile too. “I know the perfect place to make-out, seeing as everyone else is at Cooper’s Pond.” She snorts.
I narrow my eyes at her. “With my luck, Finn will turn up at this perfect place.”
She snorts again and shakes her head. “I don’t care if he does. I’m still going to kiss you breathless.”
I glance at her and her smile is coy. I lick my lips. “Yeah?”
“Definitely.”
My smile widens, and just like that, our date is back on track, that is until I realise that she’s directing me to the park in the middle of town. The children’s park. Seriously, I have issues about making out around children.
She must see my face fall, but she laughs again. “They’re all in bed now, Rache. We’ll be alone.”
How does she always seem to know what I’m thinking? I swallow my grimace.
She shudders at the gentle breeze as she climbs out of my car and I watch as she wraps her arms around herself. The park is wide open and not protected from the cool wind like the little parking spot back at the pond. I suggest that we move to the back seat, but Quinn has other ideas.
“Let’s go to the gazebo.” She smiles and her face lights up.
“It’s cold.” I sigh and look around; trying to find the wooden structure but it was too dark.
She shrugs and then shudders, which makes me huff at her determination. We could be in the warmth right now, kissing and touching in the back seat. I walk around my car and open the trunk. It doesn’t take me long to find the huge picnic blanket I have stowed in there. I struggle to fold it in half so that it won’t drag on the floor, and wrap it around Quinn’s shoulders before I pull it around mine. We’ll have to walk closely together to feel the benefits, but I don’t think that either of us really mined.
She smiles warmly at me and thanks me before wrapping her arm around my waist and walking us in the general direction of the gazebo and, thankfully, past the small playground.
I can feel the first rain drops against my face as she guides me up the three steps and under the canopy. It’s quite beautiful here at night and the sound of the wind and rain against the wooden shelter adds to the romantic ambience.
I shudder when she takes the blanket from my shoulders and shakes it out, draping it over the floor. She pulls me down onto it before pulling the ends back up around us. Only our heads can be seen outside of the warm blanket as we look out over the grass, trees and swings.
“This is nice.” She breathes against my cheek when she rests her head on my shoulder.
I nod. It certainly was. It wasn’t making out nice, but it was still nice all the same.
She presses a kiss to my jaw then. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel.” She kisses me just below my ear. "So beautiful." She breathes.
I turn my face so that I can capture her lips with mine as she slowly manuvours herself until she's straddling my lap with her arms around my shoulders, still griping onto the ends of the blanket. Now this is nice.
"Still cold?" Her voice is a whisper against my lips.
I smile. "Not so much anymore."
Our mouths collide again and again, tongues massaging tongues, and it takes me a little while to realise that Quinn is rocking in my lap. She moves her hips, pressing herself against my stomach and I can feel her breathing quicken as we kiss until she pulls away to press her forehead into mine.
She swallows thickly when I hold her hips and pull her against me a little firmer with each undulation, but her eyes are on mine and I wonder what she’s thinking right now. “I want to feel you inside of me.” She breathes.
I freeze momentarily. “Now?” I squeak as my eyes dart to the darkness around us.
“Only if you want to.” She licks her lips.
I take in a long shuddery breath at her words. Of course I want to, but I was also still afraid. I’ve never had sex, and even though this particular situation is possibly the most romantic we’ve experienced so far, shouldn’t we do it in a bed, laying down. It’s then that Brittany’s words from yesterday comes to mind. Sometimes, you just can’t wait until you’re in bed. Did Quinn feel that way now?
I look at her, taking in her blown pupils and the flush of colour on her cheeks. If we weren’t so close, I wouldn’t be able to see her at all, meaning that no one else can see us either, unless Jacob was out in his night vision goggles again. The gentle drum of rain on the roof above us, the whisper of the breeze through the trees, Quinn and I huddled beneath a blanket. Could the moment be any more perfect?
“Rache?” She sighs as she starts to rock again. “I want you. Please, use your fingers if you want. We can wait for more; I just need to feel you now.”
My eyes widen at that and I have to chew on my lip to stop myself from blurting out my feelings.
She huffs against my cheek when I don’t move, and she carefully gathers the ends of the blanket in one hand so that she can reach my hand at her hip and grab my fingers with her own. It’s awkward, but she manages to slide our hands under her dress so that she can press my fingers against her damp panties.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She moans her words against my face and I can feel the heat radiating off of her. “I just can’t seem to get enough of you.” She pushes our fingers harder against her until I finally take the hint and slip my fingers beneath the cotton. She’s so wet for me, she is always so wet for me, and I wonder if she’s been thinking about this, or something similar, during the movie, or when she was at home before our date. I push inside with one finger, nudging at her clit with my thumb as she shudders against me. “Lord, Rachel, I can’t wait to do this to you, be inside you, and feel you.”
My breath hitches and I push in with another finger. We’re fumbling in the dark but I manage to find her mouth with my own so that I can kiss her as I finger her. She gasps my name over and over as she grinds down, and I can hear the clicking of my fingers from how wet she really is. I make my decision then. Nothing will ever beat this moment.
“Quinn?”
She hums, letting me know that she hears me but that she doesn’t want to stop.
“I want to be inside of you.” I swallow thickly. I was already hard. How could I not be when I had my girlfriend impaled on my fingers? “I've left my purse in the car, did you bring yours?"
She chuckles breathlessly and drops the ends the blanket until it pools around our waists. She gropes around inside her purse then and pulls out the little foil packet, still with its bow on. "Thank god you gave me this." She swallows and I can tell that she's fighting the urge to move against my fingers, so I slowly withdraw them.
It's a good job that I read the instructions on the box of condoms because this is going to be my first attempt at putting one on. I never in a million years thought that I would ever be in this situation, so I never thought to practise.
Quinn lifts up onto her knees but I stop her going any further. She didn't need to stand up. I popped the button on my jeans and slid down the zipper. I had to shuffle them down a little bit but as soon as I could release my cock from my shorts; I stop.
We both felt warmer now, no longer needing to pull the blanket back up around our shoulders, so Quinn sat on my knees and we both watch as I bite into the foil and slip out the condom.
I stroke myself a couple of times, just to make sure I was fully erect, and I feel Quinn shudder as she watches. I pinch the end of the condom and roll it down my length. It's then that I look up at my girlfriend and grin widely, proud that I did it in one go.
She laughs at me before her smile slips. "Are you sure, Rachel?"
I nod. I was about to lose my virginity for the first time and I really didn't want to stop.
She lifts back up onto her knees and moves closer to me. She's looking at me so intently that I reach out to pull her against me so that I can kiss her.
"Relax, Quinn." I breath against her mouth.
She kisses me again and again as I gather the blanket closer to us, making sure that everything below our waists is covered. I feel her reach down then. She touches me gently, guiding me to her, rubbing the head of my dick between her folds before she slowly pushes me inside of her as she sinks down.
We both whimper.
Holy shit. I have never felt anything quite like being fully inside of Quinn Fabray. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my head of the fog as I grip her hips and lift her just a little, giving myself space for a short thrust.
Quinn groans and her eyes slam shut.
I couldn't really do much in our current position but it was still perfect. I rock into her and then back, placing one hand on the floor behind me for leverage. She grunts as I start to move and she starts to rock also. We find a rhythm quickly and I wonder if its because I'm humming my go to tune for combating an early arrival.
It's when Quinn reaches for me and pulls me into a sloppy kiss that I realise how close she is already. I feel the squeeze of muscles gripping me more firmly and my name is tumbling from her lips in quick succession. Her hips roll forcefully again and again, and I take a few moments to really look at my beautiful girlfriend.
Those three words are on the tip of my tongue, and if this thing between us had been going on for longer than three days, I would've spoken them without fear, but it was still too soon. I might be in the process of losing one of my virginities to my girlfriend, but I didn't want to frighten her away with confessions of love.
What the hell am I doing?
I get my head back in the game by holding onto Quinn's waist before I roll us over. I carefully lower her to the floor, making sure that her head lay on the blanket, before I place my hands besides her cheeks. I touch her hair as I pick up the pace and thrust deeply. I've only ever done this to my hand before, but I don't think that Quinn has any complaints.
"Rache!" She gasps up at me. "Don't stop."
She didn’t need to tell me twice, but the words ‘don’t stop’ tumble from her lips again until I cover her mouth with my own for a quick kiss. I would love to kiss her until she came, but I wasn’t yet proficient enough in intercourse to be able to juggle too many balls at once, so I lift my head and stare into her hazel eyes. They’re darker than I have ever seen them.
She lifts her knees then, cradling my hips as she starts to tilt her pelvis on each thrust. My eyes widen as I reach the deepest parts of her and suddenly, her breath hitches and her fingers curl sharply into my back. She grips at my cock so tightly that at first my timing falters, but then her muscles convulse rhythmically and I’m so close to coming that I continue my push and pull.
She bites down on her lip, groaning throatily. “Don’t … st-stop.” She stutters once she manages to drag in enough air to speak.
I burry my face in the crook of her neck and close my eyes. I concentrate on what she’s doing to me and how she feels, because this memory right here is one that will be with me forever and I don’t want to forget a single thing.
She cries out my name and she’s coming again. I’m truly amazed that I have lasted as long as I have whilst being inside her, but Quinn coming around my dick for a second time hurtles me over the edge. I freeze, and I’m glad that my face is hidden in her hair because I feel as though I am pulling the most unattractive of faces right now. Every muscle tenses as I grunt my almost painful release, and then I collapse.
She’s panting against my ear, but I also hear her chuckle. Her arms surround me and she’s holding me tightly as I shake and shudder against her.
“Wow.” I breathe finally. “Honestly, Quinn,” I swallow thickly. “Just, wow.”
She laughs as she strokes her fingers through my hair. “Yeah,” I can feel her nod as she quickly recovers. “Wow.”
I start to chuckle as I reluctantly roll off of my lover so that I can stare up at the dark canopy above. I wish I could see the stars, but even though I can’t, it was still perfect. Making love to Quinn Fabray for the first time was perfect. So perfect. No other word seems sufficient to my orgasm induced, chemically imbalanced mind.
She curls into me and presses her lips to my cheek, and as I turn to her, she kisses my lips.
I smile at her as I slide my fingers into her hair so that I can pull her to me again and again in a series of sweet kisses. “I feel as though I should thank you, Quinn.” I sigh into her mouth when she parts her lips to invite me into a deeper kiss.
I feel the puff of air she releases when she snorts. “There’s no need.” She smiles softly. “I’m just happy that I could be a part of your first time and that, hopefully, it was special for you.” I see it then, the tinge of regret for her own first time.
“Quinn?” I push her gently onto her back and lean over her, smoothing blonde away from her eyes. “We were perfect.” My lips quirk a little as I find humour in repeating aloud the word that my mind seems to be stuck on. “And, I would like you to invite you to spend the night with me this coming Friday. I was going to ask you at the end of the night when I kiss you on your stoop, but I think that now is a better time to ask, whilst you’re still recovering from the multiple orgasms I just gave you.” I can’t help but be proud of my achievement.
Her brows furrow, so I elaborate. “Our second date, if you’re agreeable? My daddy has a conference, and my dad has decided to go with him. We will be alone until late the following evening and even though being alone doesn’t necessarily translate into time where we could be having sex, I am hoping that you’d afford me the opportunity to find out if I too am multi-orgasmic with a partner.”
“You want me to spend the night at your home?”
My grin fades. I can’t help but feel a little trepidatious at her incredulous tone. Didn’t she want to spend the whole night alone with me? I swallow harshly. Or, did she just get what she really wants from me, knowing that in two short days, my penis will be gone until next month?
I push to sit up, grappling at my pants and pulling them up over my hips. I pull the nasty condom off and tie a knot in it before wondering as to what I should do with it. I grimace as I stuff it into my pocket. No way was I leaving it for some poor child to find the next morning, I’d just find a suitable dustbin and dispose of it. If there was a next time, I’d remember to bring tissues and disposable diaper sacks.
“Rachel?”
I huff before turning to look at Quinn with barely concealed disappointment.
She frowns at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head. I stare at her then, trying to read her thoughts like she can so effortlessly read mine. Taking a deep breath, I think that I might be wrong, and that, maybe, I jumped to conclusions. I don’t see duplicity or anything other than confusion and desire on her pretty face. Desire? I sigh. “You don’t want to spend the night with me?”
“Of course I do.” She scoffs. “It’s just,” She purses her lips and scowls. “I’m supposed to go shopping with my mother next Saturday, and I don’t know if I can and it not be obvious what we were doing all night.” She blushes furiously.
“What?” Did she mean sex? Mrs Fabray would know that we had been having sex all night long just by looking at her daughters face? Did this freaky sixth sense run in the family?
“She’s going to want to talk about you, and I don’t know what to say.” Quinn babbles. I didn’t know that she did that. “At least when it’s a party, or if Santana and Brittany are involved, I can skirt around you, at least that’s what I’ve done in the past, but if it’s just you and I, what do I say that doesn’t make it obvious that I’ve been in love with you for forever?”
Love?
Oh. So that’s what she meant.
Tbc.
Author: meremortal2k5
Rating: R (Hard)
Word Count: 3500
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Spoilers: All aired episodes.
Authors Notes: were!peen weirdness. All mistakes are my own, especially concerning the religious/mythological content and the hour or so I spent on research.
Prologue
Part 1 - A Tale of Two Halves
Part 2 - Two add two
Part 3 - There’s no way, right?
Part 4 - Full Moon
Part 5 - The only exception
Part 6 - Urgent Matters
Part 7 - If you don’t ask
Part 8 - There is no cure for curiosity
Part 9 - Great aunt Lilith
Part 10 - Certainly not bigger than a bread bin
Part 11 - Is it me, or my penis, that you want?
Part 12 - Not exactly sweet dreams
Part 13 - We’re through
Part 14 - Making lemonade from lemons
Part 15 - Friends with benefits
Part 16 - The tell-tale VPL
Part 17 - Half way between Heaven and Hell
Part 18 - Finn’s, Femmes and Movie Gems.
The movie was okay. Certainly not the best I’ve ever seen, but the second half most definitely made up for the first, and now I was actually considering buying the book just to skip through it to find out what happens next.
We held hands through the entire film and that made the experience so much more enjoyable for me, and hopefully for her too. I’ve never just held someone’s hand during a film. Finn always went for the arm across the shoulder hold, every now and again, brushing his hand against the upper swell of my breast before I would shuffle my shoulders, knocking his hand away.
I sigh at the thought of Finn Hudson. I hadn’t been the only one to notice his giant stature towering over Clancy Hill (second tier Cheerio) as they waited in line for the next showing of the movie Quinn and I had just seen. Seriously, the boy is starting to creep me out. Quinn had glowered at him, but she hadn’t let go of my hand.
Dinner at Breadstix had been nice. Conversation flowed freely and the food had been good now that they offered more vegan choices than the green salad without dressing or bacon bits. You can thank me and the American Vegan Society for that.
I don’t think Quinn had expected a gift as we sat waiting for our desserts, but I handed it over none the less. She blushed furiously, and I have to say that a blushing Quinn is a total turn on for some strange reason, but perhaps it was a blushing Quinn holding a foil wrapped condom with a bow on it, that really did it for me.
I explained that I thought it a good idea that we both carry them just in case one of us had forgotten, or if we needed two. I did not want a repeat of last night’s disaster. My poor penis was still a tad tender. I watched as she nodded and buried the condom inside of her purse before we dug into our desserts.
So, that secret spot I knew of just off Cooper’s Pond? The place I had intended on taking Quinn after dinner? Not much of a secret, it turns out.
I pull onto a dirt road just to the side of the main car park, following it around the pond until we are almost at the other side, only to find that there’s no space at the Inn. No space at all. Even the narrow road leading onto the overspill car park has a line of cars parked all down the one side.
Damn. I look to Quinn then, and she looks back at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Looks like half of McKinley had the same idea, Rache.” She smirks and I’m glad that she isn’t as disappointed as I am.
“I don’t understand.” I sigh. “This place is empty during the day. How did they all find out?”
She giggles. “C’mon. I know a quiet place.”
I’m a little miffed that my simple date plans have gone awry, but I willingly follow her directions once we’re back on the main road.
“Don’t worry about it, Rachel.” She’s watching me as I drive and every time I look at her, she’s smiling, so I relax and smile too. “I know the perfect place to make-out, seeing as everyone else is at Cooper’s Pond.” She snorts.
I narrow my eyes at her. “With my luck, Finn will turn up at this perfect place.”
She snorts again and shakes her head. “I don’t care if he does. I’m still going to kiss you breathless.”
I glance at her and her smile is coy. I lick my lips. “Yeah?”
“Definitely.”
My smile widens, and just like that, our date is back on track, that is until I realise that she’s directing me to the park in the middle of town. The children’s park. Seriously, I have issues about making out around children.
She must see my face fall, but she laughs again. “They’re all in bed now, Rache. We’ll be alone.”
How does she always seem to know what I’m thinking? I swallow my grimace.
She shudders at the gentle breeze as she climbs out of my car and I watch as she wraps her arms around herself. The park is wide open and not protected from the cool wind like the little parking spot back at the pond. I suggest that we move to the back seat, but Quinn has other ideas.
“Let’s go to the gazebo.” She smiles and her face lights up.
“It’s cold.” I sigh and look around; trying to find the wooden structure but it was too dark.
She shrugs and then shudders, which makes me huff at her determination. We could be in the warmth right now, kissing and touching in the back seat. I walk around my car and open the trunk. It doesn’t take me long to find the huge picnic blanket I have stowed in there. I struggle to fold it in half so that it won’t drag on the floor, and wrap it around Quinn’s shoulders before I pull it around mine. We’ll have to walk closely together to feel the benefits, but I don’t think that either of us really mined.
She smiles warmly at me and thanks me before wrapping her arm around my waist and walking us in the general direction of the gazebo and, thankfully, past the small playground.
I can feel the first rain drops against my face as she guides me up the three steps and under the canopy. It’s quite beautiful here at night and the sound of the wind and rain against the wooden shelter adds to the romantic ambience.
I shudder when she takes the blanket from my shoulders and shakes it out, draping it over the floor. She pulls me down onto it before pulling the ends back up around us. Only our heads can be seen outside of the warm blanket as we look out over the grass, trees and swings.
“This is nice.” She breathes against my cheek when she rests her head on my shoulder.
I nod. It certainly was. It wasn’t making out nice, but it was still nice all the same.
She presses a kiss to my jaw then. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel.” She kisses me just below my ear. "So beautiful." She breathes.
I turn my face so that I can capture her lips with mine as she slowly manuvours herself until she's straddling my lap with her arms around my shoulders, still griping onto the ends of the blanket. Now this is nice.
"Still cold?" Her voice is a whisper against my lips.
I smile. "Not so much anymore."
Our mouths collide again and again, tongues massaging tongues, and it takes me a little while to realise that Quinn is rocking in my lap. She moves her hips, pressing herself against my stomach and I can feel her breathing quicken as we kiss until she pulls away to press her forehead into mine.
She swallows thickly when I hold her hips and pull her against me a little firmer with each undulation, but her eyes are on mine and I wonder what she’s thinking right now. “I want to feel you inside of me.” She breathes.
I freeze momentarily. “Now?” I squeak as my eyes dart to the darkness around us.
“Only if you want to.” She licks her lips.
I take in a long shuddery breath at her words. Of course I want to, but I was also still afraid. I’ve never had sex, and even though this particular situation is possibly the most romantic we’ve experienced so far, shouldn’t we do it in a bed, laying down. It’s then that Brittany’s words from yesterday comes to mind. Sometimes, you just can’t wait until you’re in bed. Did Quinn feel that way now?
I look at her, taking in her blown pupils and the flush of colour on her cheeks. If we weren’t so close, I wouldn’t be able to see her at all, meaning that no one else can see us either, unless Jacob was out in his night vision goggles again. The gentle drum of rain on the roof above us, the whisper of the breeze through the trees, Quinn and I huddled beneath a blanket. Could the moment be any more perfect?
“Rache?” She sighs as she starts to rock again. “I want you. Please, use your fingers if you want. We can wait for more; I just need to feel you now.”
My eyes widen at that and I have to chew on my lip to stop myself from blurting out my feelings.
She huffs against my cheek when I don’t move, and she carefully gathers the ends of the blanket in one hand so that she can reach my hand at her hip and grab my fingers with her own. It’s awkward, but she manages to slide our hands under her dress so that she can press my fingers against her damp panties.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She moans her words against my face and I can feel the heat radiating off of her. “I just can’t seem to get enough of you.” She pushes our fingers harder against her until I finally take the hint and slip my fingers beneath the cotton. She’s so wet for me, she is always so wet for me, and I wonder if she’s been thinking about this, or something similar, during the movie, or when she was at home before our date. I push inside with one finger, nudging at her clit with my thumb as she shudders against me. “Lord, Rachel, I can’t wait to do this to you, be inside you, and feel you.”
My breath hitches and I push in with another finger. We’re fumbling in the dark but I manage to find her mouth with my own so that I can kiss her as I finger her. She gasps my name over and over as she grinds down, and I can hear the clicking of my fingers from how wet she really is. I make my decision then. Nothing will ever beat this moment.
“Quinn?”
She hums, letting me know that she hears me but that she doesn’t want to stop.
“I want to be inside of you.” I swallow thickly. I was already hard. How could I not be when I had my girlfriend impaled on my fingers? “I've left my purse in the car, did you bring yours?"
She chuckles breathlessly and drops the ends the blanket until it pools around our waists. She gropes around inside her purse then and pulls out the little foil packet, still with its bow on. "Thank god you gave me this." She swallows and I can tell that she's fighting the urge to move against my fingers, so I slowly withdraw them.
It's a good job that I read the instructions on the box of condoms because this is going to be my first attempt at putting one on. I never in a million years thought that I would ever be in this situation, so I never thought to practise.
Quinn lifts up onto her knees but I stop her going any further. She didn't need to stand up. I popped the button on my jeans and slid down the zipper. I had to shuffle them down a little bit but as soon as I could release my cock from my shorts; I stop.
We both felt warmer now, no longer needing to pull the blanket back up around our shoulders, so Quinn sat on my knees and we both watch as I bite into the foil and slip out the condom.
I stroke myself a couple of times, just to make sure I was fully erect, and I feel Quinn shudder as she watches. I pinch the end of the condom and roll it down my length. It's then that I look up at my girlfriend and grin widely, proud that I did it in one go.
She laughs at me before her smile slips. "Are you sure, Rachel?"
I nod. I was about to lose my virginity for the first time and I really didn't want to stop.
She lifts back up onto her knees and moves closer to me. She's looking at me so intently that I reach out to pull her against me so that I can kiss her.
"Relax, Quinn." I breath against her mouth.
She kisses me again and again as I gather the blanket closer to us, making sure that everything below our waists is covered. I feel her reach down then. She touches me gently, guiding me to her, rubbing the head of my dick between her folds before she slowly pushes me inside of her as she sinks down.
We both whimper.
Holy shit. I have never felt anything quite like being fully inside of Quinn Fabray. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my head of the fog as I grip her hips and lift her just a little, giving myself space for a short thrust.
Quinn groans and her eyes slam shut.
I couldn't really do much in our current position but it was still perfect. I rock into her and then back, placing one hand on the floor behind me for leverage. She grunts as I start to move and she starts to rock also. We find a rhythm quickly and I wonder if its because I'm humming my go to tune for combating an early arrival.
It's when Quinn reaches for me and pulls me into a sloppy kiss that I realise how close she is already. I feel the squeeze of muscles gripping me more firmly and my name is tumbling from her lips in quick succession. Her hips roll forcefully again and again, and I take a few moments to really look at my beautiful girlfriend.
Those three words are on the tip of my tongue, and if this thing between us had been going on for longer than three days, I would've spoken them without fear, but it was still too soon. I might be in the process of losing one of my virginities to my girlfriend, but I didn't want to frighten her away with confessions of love.
What the hell am I doing?
I get my head back in the game by holding onto Quinn's waist before I roll us over. I carefully lower her to the floor, making sure that her head lay on the blanket, before I place my hands besides her cheeks. I touch her hair as I pick up the pace and thrust deeply. I've only ever done this to my hand before, but I don't think that Quinn has any complaints.
"Rache!" She gasps up at me. "Don't stop."
She didn’t need to tell me twice, but the words ‘don’t stop’ tumble from her lips again until I cover her mouth with my own for a quick kiss. I would love to kiss her until she came, but I wasn’t yet proficient enough in intercourse to be able to juggle too many balls at once, so I lift my head and stare into her hazel eyes. They’re darker than I have ever seen them.
She lifts her knees then, cradling my hips as she starts to tilt her pelvis on each thrust. My eyes widen as I reach the deepest parts of her and suddenly, her breath hitches and her fingers curl sharply into my back. She grips at my cock so tightly that at first my timing falters, but then her muscles convulse rhythmically and I’m so close to coming that I continue my push and pull.
She bites down on her lip, groaning throatily. “Don’t … st-stop.” She stutters once she manages to drag in enough air to speak.
I burry my face in the crook of her neck and close my eyes. I concentrate on what she’s doing to me and how she feels, because this memory right here is one that will be with me forever and I don’t want to forget a single thing.
She cries out my name and she’s coming again. I’m truly amazed that I have lasted as long as I have whilst being inside her, but Quinn coming around my dick for a second time hurtles me over the edge. I freeze, and I’m glad that my face is hidden in her hair because I feel as though I am pulling the most unattractive of faces right now. Every muscle tenses as I grunt my almost painful release, and then I collapse.
She’s panting against my ear, but I also hear her chuckle. Her arms surround me and she’s holding me tightly as I shake and shudder against her.
“Wow.” I breathe finally. “Honestly, Quinn,” I swallow thickly. “Just, wow.”
She laughs as she strokes her fingers through my hair. “Yeah,” I can feel her nod as she quickly recovers. “Wow.”
I start to chuckle as I reluctantly roll off of my lover so that I can stare up at the dark canopy above. I wish I could see the stars, but even though I can’t, it was still perfect. Making love to Quinn Fabray for the first time was perfect. So perfect. No other word seems sufficient to my orgasm induced, chemically imbalanced mind.
She curls into me and presses her lips to my cheek, and as I turn to her, she kisses my lips.
I smile at her as I slide my fingers into her hair so that I can pull her to me again and again in a series of sweet kisses. “I feel as though I should thank you, Quinn.” I sigh into her mouth when she parts her lips to invite me into a deeper kiss.
I feel the puff of air she releases when she snorts. “There’s no need.” She smiles softly. “I’m just happy that I could be a part of your first time and that, hopefully, it was special for you.” I see it then, the tinge of regret for her own first time.
“Quinn?” I push her gently onto her back and lean over her, smoothing blonde away from her eyes. “We were perfect.” My lips quirk a little as I find humour in repeating aloud the word that my mind seems to be stuck on. “And, I would like you to invite you to spend the night with me this coming Friday. I was going to ask you at the end of the night when I kiss you on your stoop, but I think that now is a better time to ask, whilst you’re still recovering from the multiple orgasms I just gave you.” I can’t help but be proud of my achievement.
Her brows furrow, so I elaborate. “Our second date, if you’re agreeable? My daddy has a conference, and my dad has decided to go with him. We will be alone until late the following evening and even though being alone doesn’t necessarily translate into time where we could be having sex, I am hoping that you’d afford me the opportunity to find out if I too am multi-orgasmic with a partner.”
“You want me to spend the night at your home?”
My grin fades. I can’t help but feel a little trepidatious at her incredulous tone. Didn’t she want to spend the whole night alone with me? I swallow harshly. Or, did she just get what she really wants from me, knowing that in two short days, my penis will be gone until next month?
I push to sit up, grappling at my pants and pulling them up over my hips. I pull the nasty condom off and tie a knot in it before wondering as to what I should do with it. I grimace as I stuff it into my pocket. No way was I leaving it for some poor child to find the next morning, I’d just find a suitable dustbin and dispose of it. If there was a next time, I’d remember to bring tissues and disposable diaper sacks.
“Rachel?”
I huff before turning to look at Quinn with barely concealed disappointment.
She frowns at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head. I stare at her then, trying to read her thoughts like she can so effortlessly read mine. Taking a deep breath, I think that I might be wrong, and that, maybe, I jumped to conclusions. I don’t see duplicity or anything other than confusion and desire on her pretty face. Desire? I sigh. “You don’t want to spend the night with me?”
“Of course I do.” She scoffs. “It’s just,” She purses her lips and scowls. “I’m supposed to go shopping with my mother next Saturday, and I don’t know if I can and it not be obvious what we were doing all night.” She blushes furiously.
“What?” Did she mean sex? Mrs Fabray would know that we had been having sex all night long just by looking at her daughters face? Did this freaky sixth sense run in the family?
“She’s going to want to talk about you, and I don’t know what to say.” Quinn babbles. I didn’t know that she did that. “At least when it’s a party, or if Santana and Brittany are involved, I can skirt around you, at least that’s what I’ve done in the past, but if it’s just you and I, what do I say that doesn’t make it obvious that I’ve been in love with you for forever?”
Love?
Oh. So that’s what she meant.
Tbc.