fic: practice makes perfect
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn, side Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Basically porn, and a lot of it. Companion piece to the best wake-up call ever.
Words: 3518
Spoilers: Preggers
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Wish I did though.
Author’s note: Completely un-beta’d; all mistakes are mine.
Author’s Note: Please comment!
Rachel and Quinn were sitting together at Rachel’s desk, their mouths gaping open as they stared at the computer screen.
“I can’t decide whether to be impressed or grossed out that Santana fit that thing inside of her,” Quinn said, her eyes wide as saucers.
Rachel swallowed. “It’s…really big.”
“Santana said they have something smaller, right?” Quinn asked a little nervously.
Rachel nodded, navigating the website. “Yes, see, here. It comes from 9 inches to 6 inches.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“How big is Puck’s penis?” Rachel suddenly asked, turning to face Quinn.
“Excuse me?”
“How big is it? So we have an idea what size your body can handle,” Rachel responded in a tone no different than if she was asking the time of day.
“I didn’t exactly measure it, Rachel,” Quinn mumbled, beginning to blush.
“Well..okay, here,” Rachel said, reaching for a ruler. “Just estimate and point.’
Quinn sighed, thinking for a moment before she touched between the 7 and 8 inch mark.
Rachel’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Quinn said. “But don’t say anything. He’s too full of himself as it is.”
“Believe me, I’m not interested in boosting Puck’s city-sized ego,” Rachel answered, rolling her eyes before she looked at Quinn nervously. “I…I don’t know if I can handle something that big. I’ve never…I mean, I have with you, but I’ve never with…not with something like that.”
“Rachel, it’s okay,” Quinn said softly, brushing her hand up and down Rachel’s arm. “We can get whatever size you want. Or we don’t even have to get one at all. I’m perfectly content to just have you.”
Rachel beamed, but pressed on. “No, I want to. I just…maybe the 7 inch one?”
“That's fine with me, but you know that’s still big, right?”
“I know…it’s okay if it hurts a little. I’d have been dealing with it anyway if I’d actually slept with Puck.”
“I'm choosing to ignore that comment,” Quinn said, narrowing her eyes as Rachel went through the online checkout process.
“Sorry. Okay, let me just…okay, done.”
“Now Ms. Fabray,” Rachel said, shutting her computer and turning to Quinn. “What would you like to do while we wait?”
Quinn grinned, moving forward and ghosting her lips along Rachel’s earlobe.
“Well,” Quinn whispered, her breath making Rachel shudder. “There’s lots I want to do…but right now…I want to…tickle you!”
Rachel gasped and choked out a sobbing laugh as Quinn tackled her to the floor and tickled her mercilessly for a full minute.
“Safety word!” Rachel managed to croak out. “Safety word!”
“You ruin all my fun,” Quinn said, stopping and allowing Rachel to catch her breath as she hovered over her.
“Not all your fun,” Rachel responded, her body still shaking as she reached under Quinn’s skirt and cupped between her legs. Arousal flashed in Quinn’s eyes.
“Not all my fun,” Quinn repeated, hissing as Rachel pushed her panties aside and brushed her clit with two fingers.
“You’re still wet from the shower,” Rachel said breathily. “Not that you didn’t dry off properly, I mean -“
“Rachel, shut up,’ Quinn said, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to roll her hips against Rachel’s hand.
“Okay,” Rachel said, gasping when Quinn straddled her, took her hand, and guided the two fingers to her own opening. Keeping Rachel's hand perfectly still, Quinn lowered herself, groaning as the fingers pushed.
“More,” Quinn demanded.
Rachel’s eyes widened but she complied, adding a third finger and put her other hand firmly on Quinn’s hip, pulling her down harder.
Quinn grunted loudly, her mouth opening slightly as she took short, sharp breaths. Shuddering from head to toe, Quinn lowered herself so that she was resting one elbow next to Rachel’s head. She grazed her other hand down Rachel’s body, reaching beneath her underwear and slowly circling her finger around Rachel’s clit.
“Inside,” Rachel croaked. “I need you in- oh my god!“
Quinn had rammed two fingers inside of Rachel before the rest of her sentence had even left her lips. The brunette’s eyes snapped open and she arched her hips into Quinn’s hands. Both girls curled their fingers at the same time and let out matching deep, guttural groans. Quinn came first, crying out Rachel’s name as her vision blurred. Rachel was still writhing beneath her, begging Quinn with throaty gasps to finish her. After a few more thrusts, Rachel fisted her free hand in Quinn’s hair and pulled hard, her body tensing as the orgasm washed through her.
When Rachel went limp, Quinn collapsed on top of her and they gently removed their fingers from each other.
Rachel started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Quinn said, smiling lazily.
“I’m really looking forward to that package,” Rachel replied.
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The next day, Rachel cornered Puck in the parking lot after school.
“I need you to get into my car.”
“Had enough of Quinn, have you?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I just need you to…I need your help."
“Is everything okay?” Puck asked, surprisingly sincerely.
“Yes,” Rachel replied. “Everything is fine. I just need your help with something and I don’t want to talk about it in the open and if you won’t get into the car -“
“Berry, stop,” Puck said, wincing as he opened the car door. “I’m getting in.”
Rachel nodded, opened her door, and sat in the driver’s seat.
After a few moments of silence, Rachel abruptly turned to him. “How do you have sex?” she asked, blushing a deep red.
Puck’s eyes widened. “I…wait, is this a dream?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Noah. I just want to know how you have sex.”
“Haven’t you been doing the nasty with Preggo for like, three months?”
“Listen carefully,” Rachel said, beginning to blush. “I need to know how you have sex.”
“Oh. Oh!” Puck said as the realization dawned on him.
“Please…before you start…don’t make fun of me. Don’t make this a joke," Rachel pleaded. "I just don’t know what to do and I want it to be great for her. I don’t want to disappoint her.”
Puck’s gaze softened immediately. “Okay, Rachel. It’s okay. Let’s start from the beginning.”
An hour later, Rachel dropped Puck off at home.
“Don’t worry, Berry,” Puck said grinning. “There’s no way in hell you’ll disappoint her now.”
Rachel smiled. She was counting on it.
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While Rachel was with Puck, Quinn was keeping Brittany company while Santana was at a family dinner. They were sitting together on Brittany’s bed, watching Anchorman on the tiny television in her room.
“So did you order that thing Santana and I told you about?” Brittany asked.
“Umm, yeah. We did.”
“Oh my god, you’re going to love it!” Brittany squeeled.
“Yeah…I know,” Quinn said, lacing her fingers together and staring at them.
“Q, what’s wrong? Are you sad about it?”
“No, not sad…just worried.”
“Worried about what?’
“About what to do with it.”
“Why are you worried about that?” Brittany asked, visibly confused.
Quinn sighed. “I have no idea what I’m doing B. I’m not a dancer like you, and I don’t have tons of experience like Puck. I don’t know how to move my body with something like that.”
“Are you scared you won’t be good?” Brittany asked.
Leave it to Brittany to pinpoint the issue and be so blasé about it. Quinn would have rolled her eyes if she wasn’t so nervous.
“Among other things…”
“Like?”
“I don’t want to hurt her,” Quinn said.
“Okay,” Brittany said with a nod, moving to her closet.
“What are you doing?” Quinn asked.
“I’m getting ours so I can show you how to use it.’
Quinn’s eyes widened. “No, Brittany, I can’t do that with you. Santana would butcher me…and Rachel, well she’d probably talk you to death.”
Brittany laughed. “Quinn, I’m not going to use it on you. I’m going to use it on me. You can watch. It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before. You’ve already been in the same room when Santana and I have been doing it.”
“Wait, what?” Quinn said.
“Nevermind.”
“Brittany, I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Hold on,” Brittany said, picking up her cell phone. “I’m going to text Santana.”
“B, seriously, she’d going to kill me.” Quinn said, her eyes darting around the room as if Santana was going to pop out and attack her.
Brittany’s phone buzzed about three seconds later.
“She said it’s okay as long as you don’t lay one…bad word…finger on me.”
"Really?" Quinn asked, genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, I told her why."
“But Rachel -“ Quinn began.
“Rachel will thank you when your new toy comes. Trust me.”
“Brittany, I…’
“Look,” Brittany said, sitting down on the bed. “I won’t do this if it makes you uncomfortable. You just said you were worried and this is the only way I know how to make you feel better. Okay?”
Quinn paused, considering her options. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Brittany repeated, standing up to take off her skirt and underwear.
Quinn shielded her eyes and Brittany rolled hers.
“Q, we’re about to get a lot more personal.”
“I know. Sorry.”
“Okay,” Brittany repeated, sitting down again. “The first thing you want to do is make sure the straps are really tight. You want it to be kinda like it’s another part of you. It won’t move on its own that way.”
“Okay, that makes sense.”
“Right,” Brittany repeated, laying down on the bed and spreading her legs. “Obviously, the next thing you want to do is make sure she’s wet and ready. I’m gonna give you some lube just in case,” Brittany said, circling her fingers around her clit.
Quinn nodded, swallowing when Brittany’s breath hitched.
“Try using...your fingers firs to make sure she’s ready,” Brittany said, groaning as she slid two fingers into herself and closing her eyes for a moment. “It’ll get her used to it...and loosen her up if she’s scared.”
“Okay,” Quinn said, staring intently.
“When you think she’s ready...wow, shes going to like this...move your hips and put the tip against her and slowly push it in,” Brittany said breathlessly, moving the tip of the dildo against her entrance and easing a couple inches inside of her.
Brittany hissed.
“Are you okay?!” Quinn said, panicking, moving quickly to Brittany's side.
“I’m fine,” Brittany responded, smiling as she continued moving the toy in and out of her body. “I’m just reacting the way Rachel’s gonna.”
“But I don’t want it to hurt her!”
“Quinn,” Brittany said, stopping momentarily and trying to focus. “It’s going to hurt her. You can be totally super gentle, but it’s still going to hurt her.”
“But there’s got to be a way to -“
“There isn’t . All you can do is listen to her and watch for signs that it’s too much, okay?”
Quinn sighed. “Okay.”
"Okay, so once it's in all the way," Brittany said, speeding up. "You move your hips back and forth. You can pull her up to sit on your lap or do it laying down, or however you want. Just make sure you move slowly unless she tells you not to.”
Quinn just nodded because talking was too much. No wonder Santana had been so chipper these days.
“If it gets…hard…for her…use your hand and rub her clit. It helps a lot,” Brittany said, reaching her hand down and groaning as she did it to herself.
“Eventually, it’ll all…build up…and she’ll come,” Brittany croaked through clenched teeth, moving the dildo in and out of her body faster as she pinched her clit with her free hand.
A few moments later, Quinn watched amazed as Brittany came.
As she caught her breath, Brittany slowly removed the dildo from her body and smiled at Quinn.
“Once you know how she likes it you can experiment more, but I figured you’d want the basics first,” she said breathlessly.
“Thank you, B,” Quinn said, leaning down and kissing Brittany on the cheek. “You’re the most amazing friend ever.”
Brittany beamed and handed her an extra bottle of lube from her nightstand.
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Five days later, on a sunny saturday afternoon in Lima, Rachel and Quinn woke up to the doorbell ringing.
“Let one of my dads get it,” Rachel said sleepily, rolling over onto her side.
“Mmf, they both have day shifts, remember?” Quinn said, curling into Rachel.
“Oh yeah,” Rachel sighed, untangling herself from the sheets and Quinn’s arms. “I’ll get it.”
Quinn immediately fell back asleep until she felt Rachel shaking her awake.
“Quinn, get up. It’s here!”
Quinn bolted up in bed. “Lemme see.’
Silently thanking the mail gods for making sure it was delivered when Rachel’s fathers were at work, the two girls opened the package and stared at the contents.
“Do you want to…” Quinn asked, hesitating for a split second.
“I…yes…do you?” Rachel replied, looking at Quinn questioningly.
“Good lord, yes,” Quinn said, grabbing the package and running to the bathroom.
Rachel just chuckled, went to her fathers' bathroom to brush her teeth, and then began removing her clothing. When Quinn came back fifteen minutes later (it had taken her a while to get it on and fix herself up) Rachel was naked, her arms grasping the bars of her headboard, with her legs spread and her knees up. Quinn’s mouth went dry.
Rachel had been scared that seeing Quinn wearing a strap-on would be more funny than sexy... but one look at Quinn, with the silicon hanging between her legs, and Rachel's stomach quivered. That was going to be inside her. Her eyes darkened with lust as Quinn moved towards her and settled herself between Rachel’s legs.
“All ready for me, huh?” Quinn said, brushing her teeth against Rachel’s ear.
“Always,” Rachel replied, resting her hands on Quinn’s hips.
“Well maybe I’m not ready for that yet,” Quinn said throatily, moving her lips across Rachel’s neck and collarbone. Rachel felt the desire pooling between her legs.
“Maybe I want to take my time,” Quinn said, flattening her tongue against one of Rachel’s nipples, then taking it in her mouth and lightly sucking. Rachel groaned.
The silicon appendage was resting against Rachel’s center and she pushed her hips forward, desperate for more contact.
“None of that,,” Quinn smirked, moving her body further down. “Not yet.’
Before Rachel knew what was happening, Quinn’s tongue was dancing circles around her clit. Rachel cried out, fisting her hands in Quinn’s hair as the blonde worked her up. The pressure was starting to build at an alarmingly high rate.
“Quinn,” Rachel moaned, “If you don’t stop I’m gonna…you have to…”
Grinning, Quinn pressed one last kiss to Rachel’s clit - causing the brunette to jump - and moved her body so that she was face to face with her girlfriend.
“Are you ready?” Quinn asked, positioning the tip of the strap-on against Rachel’s entrance.
“Yes,” Rachel said, arching her hips up.
“Try to relax,” Quinn said, sliding the silicon half way in and stopping when Rachel tensed.
“Keep going,” Rachel said, wincing a little.
“Okay,” Quinn replied, swiftly pushing the rest of the way in and pressing kisses to Rachel’s lips as the brunette stiffened and grunted.
“I’m okay…just move slowly.”
Quinn did just that, gently sliding out of Rachel and then back into her, making sure to watch her face for signs of discomfort. Soon, both girls were covered in a sheen of sweat. Rachel was writhing frantically underneath Quinn who was, thanks to the clit insert of the strap-on, groaning in time with her girlfriend.
When Quinn reached down and pinched Rachel’s clit, Rachel came like a freight train. Her entire body arched off the bed and her nails raked down Quinn’s back. Quinn brought her lips down and met Rachel for a searing, mind-blowing kiss.
Rachel squirmed when she felt Quinn press into her again.
“Quinn, I can’t…please…take it out.”
Quinn slowly sat back, pulling the silicon out of Rachel’s body. When it was all the way out, Rachel let out a loud grunt and collapsed backward onto the bed.
“That was amazing,” she said smiling, rubbing small circles on Quinn’s thigh.
Quinn was still shuddering, trying to fight down the urge to rub herself against Rachel's leg.
Rachel looked at her quizzically. “Oh…you didn’t get to...did you?”
“No,” Quinn replied, shaking. “It’s okay though.”
“It most certainly is not,” Rachel said, wobbling a little as she stood up, motioning for Quinn to do the same.
Quinn stood and leaned against the wall. She hissed as the clit insert moved as Rachel unbuckled the harness and sighed when it was finally off and the pressure removed.
Quinn gaped when Rachel had the strap-on buckled and fit onto her body within two minutes.
“How did you do that so quickly?”
“Research.”
“But where did you find -“
“The Internet. Enough talking, Quinn,” Rachel said, “On the bed, on your elbows and knees.”
Quinn’s mouth fell open.
“Now,” Rachel said, stepping closer.
Without another word, Quinn obeyed, kneeling on the bed and resting her forehead on the pillow. Rachel’s breath hitched.
“Poor Quinn didn’t get to come,” Rachel said, kneeling behind Quinn and sliding two fingers into Quinn with no preamble.
Quinn groaned and pushed backwards against Rachel’s hand.
“Do you want to come, Quinn?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you want to come from my fingers?”
“No,” Quinn moaned.
“What do you want to come from?”
Quinn groaned, rolling her hips.
“Tell me,” Rachel said, removing her fingers.
“Rachel Berry, if you don't have that strap-on inside me in two seconds, I'm going to combust,” Quinn whined.
“Okay then,” Rachel said with a smirk and pushed the appendage deep into Quinn in one motion.
“Oh my god,” Quinn grunted, her body going rigid.
Rachel bent over and leaned closer to her girlfriend as she pulled out and then pushed back in again.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
“Yes, god, don’t stop,” Quinn said, bucking her hips wildly against Rachel.
“Your wish is my command,” Rachel said smirking as she gripped the headboard in front of Quinn and pulled herself into Quinn as hard as she could.
“Fuck!” Quinn yelled, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
Over and over, Rachel pulled herself by the headboard, slamming the dildo deep into Quinn, and out again. She reached around, rolling Quinn's clit between two fingers and groaned when she saw Quinn bite the pillow to keep from screaming.
Rachel groaned. She totally understood why Quinn had felt so frustrated. The insert was pressing wonderfully on her already swollen and sensitive nub.
“Fuck, Quinn, it feels so good,” she grunted.
“Just a little more,” Quinn begged as Rachel thrusted. “Please, god, just a little more.”
With one final thrust, Rachel pressed deep into Quinn and angled up, impaling her girlfriend as deeply as she could.
She felt Quinn shudder and gasp and, when Quinn’s wet warmth began to coat her thighs, Rachel tumbled over the edge with her.
"Where the hell did that come from," Quinn asked incredulously, rolling over from under Rachel while she desperately tried to catch her breath.
"I got a little advice," Rachel replied, shuddering slightly as she slowly managed to unbuckle the strap-on and remove it from her body.
"From who, the God of Sex?"
"You're going to wish you hadn't said that," Rachel said, laughing.
Quinn looked at Rachel and narrowed her eyes. "Why? Who was it?"
"Noah," Rachel said, grinning widely as Quinn groaned into a pillow.
"Oh God," Quinn groaned. "You can't tell him I said that."
"He did ask me to tell him how it went in exchange for the information he gave me."
"Rachel, don't you dare."
"Don't worry, Quinn, your secret is safe with me," Rachel said. "Speaking of secrets though, I got an interesting call from Santana a couple days ago."
Quinn froze. "Oh yeah?"
"She said you had an interesting lesson with Brittany."
"Rachel, before you get mad, let me explain," Quinn said, starting to panic."I was just trying to learn and I didn't want to hurt you and Brittany said that you wouldn't mind and I just - "
"Quinn, hush, I don't mind," Rachel interrupted, running her hand up and down Quinn's back.
"You don't?"
"Of course not. You went to Brittany just like I went to Noah."
"Yeah, but you didn't watch Puck...wait, you didn't watch Puck, did you?!"
"Oh, God, no!" Rachel said, her eyes widening in shock. "Though you could hardly be mad at me if I had," she added.
"I know, but ew."
"Which is exactly why I didn't do it. It's not like he didn't offer."
"Gross. So...you aren't mad?"
"No," Rachel said, smirking. "But I might go over to Brittany's house tomorrow."
"Oh no you're not," Quinn said, pushing Rachel onto her back and straddling her.
"But Quinn," Rachel said, looking up at her girlfriend as innocently as she could. "How will I ever learn?"
"You know what they say, Berry," Quinn replied, reaching for the harness. "Practice makes perfect."
The next Monday at school, Quinn and Rachel were both walking a little funny. When Brittany caught Rachel's eye and gave her an inquiring thumbs up, Rachel just smiled, nodded, and gingerly sat down.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Basically porn, and a lot of it. Companion piece to the best wake-up call ever.
Words: 3518
Spoilers: Preggers
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Wish I did though.
Author’s note: Completely un-beta’d; all mistakes are mine.
Author’s Note: Please comment!
Rachel and Quinn were sitting together at Rachel’s desk, their mouths gaping open as they stared at the computer screen.
“I can’t decide whether to be impressed or grossed out that Santana fit that thing inside of her,” Quinn said, her eyes wide as saucers.
Rachel swallowed. “It’s…really big.”
“Santana said they have something smaller, right?” Quinn asked a little nervously.
Rachel nodded, navigating the website. “Yes, see, here. It comes from 9 inches to 6 inches.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“How big is Puck’s penis?” Rachel suddenly asked, turning to face Quinn.
“Excuse me?”
“How big is it? So we have an idea what size your body can handle,” Rachel responded in a tone no different than if she was asking the time of day.
“I didn’t exactly measure it, Rachel,” Quinn mumbled, beginning to blush.
“Well..okay, here,” Rachel said, reaching for a ruler. “Just estimate and point.’
Quinn sighed, thinking for a moment before she touched between the 7 and 8 inch mark.
Rachel’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Quinn said. “But don’t say anything. He’s too full of himself as it is.”
“Believe me, I’m not interested in boosting Puck’s city-sized ego,” Rachel answered, rolling her eyes before she looked at Quinn nervously. “I…I don’t know if I can handle something that big. I’ve never…I mean, I have with you, but I’ve never with…not with something like that.”
“Rachel, it’s okay,” Quinn said softly, brushing her hand up and down Rachel’s arm. “We can get whatever size you want. Or we don’t even have to get one at all. I’m perfectly content to just have you.”
Rachel beamed, but pressed on. “No, I want to. I just…maybe the 7 inch one?”
“That's fine with me, but you know that’s still big, right?”
“I know…it’s okay if it hurts a little. I’d have been dealing with it anyway if I’d actually slept with Puck.”
“I'm choosing to ignore that comment,” Quinn said, narrowing her eyes as Rachel went through the online checkout process.
“Sorry. Okay, let me just…okay, done.”
“Now Ms. Fabray,” Rachel said, shutting her computer and turning to Quinn. “What would you like to do while we wait?”
Quinn grinned, moving forward and ghosting her lips along Rachel’s earlobe.
“Well,” Quinn whispered, her breath making Rachel shudder. “There’s lots I want to do…but right now…I want to…tickle you!”
Rachel gasped and choked out a sobbing laugh as Quinn tackled her to the floor and tickled her mercilessly for a full minute.
“Safety word!” Rachel managed to croak out. “Safety word!”
“You ruin all my fun,” Quinn said, stopping and allowing Rachel to catch her breath as she hovered over her.
“Not all your fun,” Rachel responded, her body still shaking as she reached under Quinn’s skirt and cupped between her legs. Arousal flashed in Quinn’s eyes.
“Not all my fun,” Quinn repeated, hissing as Rachel pushed her panties aside and brushed her clit with two fingers.
“You’re still wet from the shower,” Rachel said breathily. “Not that you didn’t dry off properly, I mean -“
“Rachel, shut up,’ Quinn said, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to roll her hips against Rachel’s hand.
“Okay,” Rachel said, gasping when Quinn straddled her, took her hand, and guided the two fingers to her own opening. Keeping Rachel's hand perfectly still, Quinn lowered herself, groaning as the fingers pushed.
“More,” Quinn demanded.
Rachel’s eyes widened but she complied, adding a third finger and put her other hand firmly on Quinn’s hip, pulling her down harder.
Quinn grunted loudly, her mouth opening slightly as she took short, sharp breaths. Shuddering from head to toe, Quinn lowered herself so that she was resting one elbow next to Rachel’s head. She grazed her other hand down Rachel’s body, reaching beneath her underwear and slowly circling her finger around Rachel’s clit.
“Inside,” Rachel croaked. “I need you in- oh my god!“
Quinn had rammed two fingers inside of Rachel before the rest of her sentence had even left her lips. The brunette’s eyes snapped open and she arched her hips into Quinn’s hands. Both girls curled their fingers at the same time and let out matching deep, guttural groans. Quinn came first, crying out Rachel’s name as her vision blurred. Rachel was still writhing beneath her, begging Quinn with throaty gasps to finish her. After a few more thrusts, Rachel fisted her free hand in Quinn’s hair and pulled hard, her body tensing as the orgasm washed through her.
When Rachel went limp, Quinn collapsed on top of her and they gently removed their fingers from each other.
Rachel started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Quinn said, smiling lazily.
“I’m really looking forward to that package,” Rachel replied.
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The next day, Rachel cornered Puck in the parking lot after school.
“I need you to get into my car.”
“Had enough of Quinn, have you?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I just need you to…I need your help."
“Is everything okay?” Puck asked, surprisingly sincerely.
“Yes,” Rachel replied. “Everything is fine. I just need your help with something and I don’t want to talk about it in the open and if you won’t get into the car -“
“Berry, stop,” Puck said, wincing as he opened the car door. “I’m getting in.”
Rachel nodded, opened her door, and sat in the driver’s seat.
After a few moments of silence, Rachel abruptly turned to him. “How do you have sex?” she asked, blushing a deep red.
Puck’s eyes widened. “I…wait, is this a dream?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Noah. I just want to know how you have sex.”
“Haven’t you been doing the nasty with Preggo for like, three months?”
“Listen carefully,” Rachel said, beginning to blush. “I need to know how you have sex.”
“Oh. Oh!” Puck said as the realization dawned on him.
“Please…before you start…don’t make fun of me. Don’t make this a joke," Rachel pleaded. "I just don’t know what to do and I want it to be great for her. I don’t want to disappoint her.”
Puck’s gaze softened immediately. “Okay, Rachel. It’s okay. Let’s start from the beginning.”
An hour later, Rachel dropped Puck off at home.
“Don’t worry, Berry,” Puck said grinning. “There’s no way in hell you’ll disappoint her now.”
Rachel smiled. She was counting on it.
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While Rachel was with Puck, Quinn was keeping Brittany company while Santana was at a family dinner. They were sitting together on Brittany’s bed, watching Anchorman on the tiny television in her room.
“So did you order that thing Santana and I told you about?” Brittany asked.
“Umm, yeah. We did.”
“Oh my god, you’re going to love it!” Brittany squeeled.
“Yeah…I know,” Quinn said, lacing her fingers together and staring at them.
“Q, what’s wrong? Are you sad about it?”
“No, not sad…just worried.”
“Worried about what?’
“About what to do with it.”
“Why are you worried about that?” Brittany asked, visibly confused.
Quinn sighed. “I have no idea what I’m doing B. I’m not a dancer like you, and I don’t have tons of experience like Puck. I don’t know how to move my body with something like that.”
“Are you scared you won’t be good?” Brittany asked.
Leave it to Brittany to pinpoint the issue and be so blasé about it. Quinn would have rolled her eyes if she wasn’t so nervous.
“Among other things…”
“Like?”
“I don’t want to hurt her,” Quinn said.
“Okay,” Brittany said with a nod, moving to her closet.
“What are you doing?” Quinn asked.
“I’m getting ours so I can show you how to use it.’
Quinn’s eyes widened. “No, Brittany, I can’t do that with you. Santana would butcher me…and Rachel, well she’d probably talk you to death.”
Brittany laughed. “Quinn, I’m not going to use it on you. I’m going to use it on me. You can watch. It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before. You’ve already been in the same room when Santana and I have been doing it.”
“Wait, what?” Quinn said.
“Nevermind.”
“Brittany, I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Hold on,” Brittany said, picking up her cell phone. “I’m going to text Santana.”
“B, seriously, she’d going to kill me.” Quinn said, her eyes darting around the room as if Santana was going to pop out and attack her.
Brittany’s phone buzzed about three seconds later.
“She said it’s okay as long as you don’t lay one…bad word…finger on me.”
"Really?" Quinn asked, genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, I told her why."
“But Rachel -“ Quinn began.
“Rachel will thank you when your new toy comes. Trust me.”
“Brittany, I…’
“Look,” Brittany said, sitting down on the bed. “I won’t do this if it makes you uncomfortable. You just said you were worried and this is the only way I know how to make you feel better. Okay?”
Quinn paused, considering her options. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Brittany repeated, standing up to take off her skirt and underwear.
Quinn shielded her eyes and Brittany rolled hers.
“Q, we’re about to get a lot more personal.”
“I know. Sorry.”
“Okay,” Brittany repeated, sitting down again. “The first thing you want to do is make sure the straps are really tight. You want it to be kinda like it’s another part of you. It won’t move on its own that way.”
“Okay, that makes sense.”
“Right,” Brittany repeated, laying down on the bed and spreading her legs. “Obviously, the next thing you want to do is make sure she’s wet and ready. I’m gonna give you some lube just in case,” Brittany said, circling her fingers around her clit.
Quinn nodded, swallowing when Brittany’s breath hitched.
“Try using...your fingers firs to make sure she’s ready,” Brittany said, groaning as she slid two fingers into herself and closing her eyes for a moment. “It’ll get her used to it...and loosen her up if she’s scared.”
“Okay,” Quinn said, staring intently.
“When you think she’s ready...wow, shes going to like this...move your hips and put the tip against her and slowly push it in,” Brittany said breathlessly, moving the tip of the dildo against her entrance and easing a couple inches inside of her.
Brittany hissed.
“Are you okay?!” Quinn said, panicking, moving quickly to Brittany's side.
“I’m fine,” Brittany responded, smiling as she continued moving the toy in and out of her body. “I’m just reacting the way Rachel’s gonna.”
“But I don’t want it to hurt her!”
“Quinn,” Brittany said, stopping momentarily and trying to focus. “It’s going to hurt her. You can be totally super gentle, but it’s still going to hurt her.”
“But there’s got to be a way to -“
“There isn’t . All you can do is listen to her and watch for signs that it’s too much, okay?”
Quinn sighed. “Okay.”
"Okay, so once it's in all the way," Brittany said, speeding up. "You move your hips back and forth. You can pull her up to sit on your lap or do it laying down, or however you want. Just make sure you move slowly unless she tells you not to.”
Quinn just nodded because talking was too much. No wonder Santana had been so chipper these days.
“If it gets…hard…for her…use your hand and rub her clit. It helps a lot,” Brittany said, reaching her hand down and groaning as she did it to herself.
“Eventually, it’ll all…build up…and she’ll come,” Brittany croaked through clenched teeth, moving the dildo in and out of her body faster as she pinched her clit with her free hand.
A few moments later, Quinn watched amazed as Brittany came.
As she caught her breath, Brittany slowly removed the dildo from her body and smiled at Quinn.
“Once you know how she likes it you can experiment more, but I figured you’d want the basics first,” she said breathlessly.
“Thank you, B,” Quinn said, leaning down and kissing Brittany on the cheek. “You’re the most amazing friend ever.”
Brittany beamed and handed her an extra bottle of lube from her nightstand.
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Five days later, on a sunny saturday afternoon in Lima, Rachel and Quinn woke up to the doorbell ringing.
“Let one of my dads get it,” Rachel said sleepily, rolling over onto her side.
“Mmf, they both have day shifts, remember?” Quinn said, curling into Rachel.
“Oh yeah,” Rachel sighed, untangling herself from the sheets and Quinn’s arms. “I’ll get it.”
Quinn immediately fell back asleep until she felt Rachel shaking her awake.
“Quinn, get up. It’s here!”
Quinn bolted up in bed. “Lemme see.’
Silently thanking the mail gods for making sure it was delivered when Rachel’s fathers were at work, the two girls opened the package and stared at the contents.
“Do you want to…” Quinn asked, hesitating for a split second.
“I…yes…do you?” Rachel replied, looking at Quinn questioningly.
“Good lord, yes,” Quinn said, grabbing the package and running to the bathroom.
Rachel just chuckled, went to her fathers' bathroom to brush her teeth, and then began removing her clothing. When Quinn came back fifteen minutes later (it had taken her a while to get it on and fix herself up) Rachel was naked, her arms grasping the bars of her headboard, with her legs spread and her knees up. Quinn’s mouth went dry.
Rachel had been scared that seeing Quinn wearing a strap-on would be more funny than sexy... but one look at Quinn, with the silicon hanging between her legs, and Rachel's stomach quivered. That was going to be inside her. Her eyes darkened with lust as Quinn moved towards her and settled herself between Rachel’s legs.
“All ready for me, huh?” Quinn said, brushing her teeth against Rachel’s ear.
“Always,” Rachel replied, resting her hands on Quinn’s hips.
“Well maybe I’m not ready for that yet,” Quinn said throatily, moving her lips across Rachel’s neck and collarbone. Rachel felt the desire pooling between her legs.
“Maybe I want to take my time,” Quinn said, flattening her tongue against one of Rachel’s nipples, then taking it in her mouth and lightly sucking. Rachel groaned.
The silicon appendage was resting against Rachel’s center and she pushed her hips forward, desperate for more contact.
“None of that,,” Quinn smirked, moving her body further down. “Not yet.’
Before Rachel knew what was happening, Quinn’s tongue was dancing circles around her clit. Rachel cried out, fisting her hands in Quinn’s hair as the blonde worked her up. The pressure was starting to build at an alarmingly high rate.
“Quinn,” Rachel moaned, “If you don’t stop I’m gonna…you have to…”
Grinning, Quinn pressed one last kiss to Rachel’s clit - causing the brunette to jump - and moved her body so that she was face to face with her girlfriend.
“Are you ready?” Quinn asked, positioning the tip of the strap-on against Rachel’s entrance.
“Yes,” Rachel said, arching her hips up.
“Try to relax,” Quinn said, sliding the silicon half way in and stopping when Rachel tensed.
“Keep going,” Rachel said, wincing a little.
“Okay,” Quinn replied, swiftly pushing the rest of the way in and pressing kisses to Rachel’s lips as the brunette stiffened and grunted.
“I’m okay…just move slowly.”
Quinn did just that, gently sliding out of Rachel and then back into her, making sure to watch her face for signs of discomfort. Soon, both girls were covered in a sheen of sweat. Rachel was writhing frantically underneath Quinn who was, thanks to the clit insert of the strap-on, groaning in time with her girlfriend.
When Quinn reached down and pinched Rachel’s clit, Rachel came like a freight train. Her entire body arched off the bed and her nails raked down Quinn’s back. Quinn brought her lips down and met Rachel for a searing, mind-blowing kiss.
Rachel squirmed when she felt Quinn press into her again.
“Quinn, I can’t…please…take it out.”
Quinn slowly sat back, pulling the silicon out of Rachel’s body. When it was all the way out, Rachel let out a loud grunt and collapsed backward onto the bed.
“That was amazing,” she said smiling, rubbing small circles on Quinn’s thigh.
Quinn was still shuddering, trying to fight down the urge to rub herself against Rachel's leg.
Rachel looked at her quizzically. “Oh…you didn’t get to...did you?”
“No,” Quinn replied, shaking. “It’s okay though.”
“It most certainly is not,” Rachel said, wobbling a little as she stood up, motioning for Quinn to do the same.
Quinn stood and leaned against the wall. She hissed as the clit insert moved as Rachel unbuckled the harness and sighed when it was finally off and the pressure removed.
Quinn gaped when Rachel had the strap-on buckled and fit onto her body within two minutes.
“How did you do that so quickly?”
“Research.”
“But where did you find -“
“The Internet. Enough talking, Quinn,” Rachel said, “On the bed, on your elbows and knees.”
Quinn’s mouth fell open.
“Now,” Rachel said, stepping closer.
Without another word, Quinn obeyed, kneeling on the bed and resting her forehead on the pillow. Rachel’s breath hitched.
“Poor Quinn didn’t get to come,” Rachel said, kneeling behind Quinn and sliding two fingers into Quinn with no preamble.
Quinn groaned and pushed backwards against Rachel’s hand.
“Do you want to come, Quinn?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you want to come from my fingers?”
“No,” Quinn moaned.
“What do you want to come from?”
Quinn groaned, rolling her hips.
“Tell me,” Rachel said, removing her fingers.
“Rachel Berry, if you don't have that strap-on inside me in two seconds, I'm going to combust,” Quinn whined.
“Okay then,” Rachel said with a smirk and pushed the appendage deep into Quinn in one motion.
“Oh my god,” Quinn grunted, her body going rigid.
Rachel bent over and leaned closer to her girlfriend as she pulled out and then pushed back in again.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
“Yes, god, don’t stop,” Quinn said, bucking her hips wildly against Rachel.
“Your wish is my command,” Rachel said smirking as she gripped the headboard in front of Quinn and pulled herself into Quinn as hard as she could.
“Fuck!” Quinn yelled, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
Over and over, Rachel pulled herself by the headboard, slamming the dildo deep into Quinn, and out again. She reached around, rolling Quinn's clit between two fingers and groaned when she saw Quinn bite the pillow to keep from screaming.
Rachel groaned. She totally understood why Quinn had felt so frustrated. The insert was pressing wonderfully on her already swollen and sensitive nub.
“Fuck, Quinn, it feels so good,” she grunted.
“Just a little more,” Quinn begged as Rachel thrusted. “Please, god, just a little more.”
With one final thrust, Rachel pressed deep into Quinn and angled up, impaling her girlfriend as deeply as she could.
She felt Quinn shudder and gasp and, when Quinn’s wet warmth began to coat her thighs, Rachel tumbled over the edge with her.
"Where the hell did that come from," Quinn asked incredulously, rolling over from under Rachel while she desperately tried to catch her breath.
"I got a little advice," Rachel replied, shuddering slightly as she slowly managed to unbuckle the strap-on and remove it from her body.
"From who, the God of Sex?"
"You're going to wish you hadn't said that," Rachel said, laughing.
Quinn looked at Rachel and narrowed her eyes. "Why? Who was it?"
"Noah," Rachel said, grinning widely as Quinn groaned into a pillow.
"Oh God," Quinn groaned. "You can't tell him I said that."
"He did ask me to tell him how it went in exchange for the information he gave me."
"Rachel, don't you dare."
"Don't worry, Quinn, your secret is safe with me," Rachel said. "Speaking of secrets though, I got an interesting call from Santana a couple days ago."
Quinn froze. "Oh yeah?"
"She said you had an interesting lesson with Brittany."
"Rachel, before you get mad, let me explain," Quinn said, starting to panic."I was just trying to learn and I didn't want to hurt you and Brittany said that you wouldn't mind and I just - "
"Quinn, hush, I don't mind," Rachel interrupted, running her hand up and down Quinn's back.
"You don't?"
"Of course not. You went to Brittany just like I went to Noah."
"Yeah, but you didn't watch Puck...wait, you didn't watch Puck, did you?!"
"Oh, God, no!" Rachel said, her eyes widening in shock. "Though you could hardly be mad at me if I had," she added.
"I know, but ew."
"Which is exactly why I didn't do it. It's not like he didn't offer."
"Gross. So...you aren't mad?"
"No," Rachel said, smirking. "But I might go over to Brittany's house tomorrow."
"Oh no you're not," Quinn said, pushing Rachel onto her back and straddling her.
"But Quinn," Rachel said, looking up at her girlfriend as innocently as she could. "How will I ever learn?"
"You know what they say, Berry," Quinn replied, reaching for the harness. "Practice makes perfect."
The next Monday at school, Quinn and Rachel were both walking a little funny. When Brittany caught Rachel's eye and gave her an inquiring thumbs up, Rachel just smiled, nodded, and gingerly sat down.