Her first time was with Finn.

Six days after Regionals – after his startling confession and their charged performance of Faithfully – Rachel found herself alone with Finn in his room, staring up at his cowboy wallpaper as his lips wandered up and down her neck. "Rach, baby," he breathed, and she could feel his member growing stiff and hard against her thigh. Something twitched deep within her abdomen, and a rushing feeling invaded her head.

She felt her hips buck up against his, grinding against his dick. It felt so good that she wanted to scream, so she did. His mother was at Burt's for the night, so they had the tiny house to themselves.

"Oh, Finn," Rachel moaned.

Before she knew it his fingers were fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, and she revelled in the feeling of his rough hands against her body. They pulled the shirt off together, doing his next. Rachel pushed herself close to him. The only thing separating them was her thin white bra.

And then he was pulling at the clasp and she was reaching around to help him, hands tangling together in the heated moment. It came loose and Rachel tossed it to the floor, turning back to face Finn.

He looked at her like she was a goddess. She crawled across the bed, straddling his hips and sitting up on her knees. When he kissed her again it was rough, sensual. "Finn," she breathed.

He moved his head downward to her breast, enveloping it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hardening peak. Dampness grew between Rachel's legs and she pushed herself farther down into Finn's lap, throwing her head back as he sucked on her breast.

"Rachel, baby, I want you so bad," he groaned, after letting go of her breast with a pop. "Rachel, Rachel..."

She could feel him underneath her, hard as steel. She cupped him through his pants. He moaned and moved to pull them off.

Soon Finn was naked in front of her and Rachel allowed herself to stare in awe. She never thought it would be so big – so big and thick and alluring in every way. She wrapped a hand around him, stroking up and down.

"Stop," Finn breathed. "Stop. It'll..."

He reached instead for her skirt, tossing it aside onto the floor, and hooked his fingers through the waistband of her panties. The only scrap of clothing left between them was soaking wet.

"Rachel," Finn said wonderingly, and she blushed pink.

"I really want you too," she whispered.

That was too much for him. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on, watching her face as he did. He lowered himself over top of her, kissing her hard, and guided his dick toward her soaking wet mound. "Are you ready?" he whispered wetly into her ear.

"Yes," she moaned, and then he was inside of her, filling her up completely. "Oh my god."

Finn stopped. "Am I hurting you?"

"Y-yes, but – don't stop," Rachel breathed. "It feels so good."

He moved slowly, in and out. It was too much. It only took a minute for him to come, hips jerking hard against hers as he grunted loudly.

"I'm sorry," he breathed in her ear.

"It's okay," she whispered.

But she was so wet that she couldn't help herself. When Finn sat up, she let her hand wander down her abdomen and toward her slit.

"Rachel?"

She rubbed her clit, fingers sliding around in her juices. "Oh, god," she moaned.

"Rachel," Finn said in awe, his eyes focused on her. "Oh my god. You're so hot."

"Keep talking," she groaned. She stuck one finger inside of herself.

"You like that, don't you?" Finn said, getting into it. "Yeah, you like that... touch yourself for me, baby, keep going..."

She keened as she pressed a second finger inside of herself.

"Fuck, baby, yes," Finn said heavily. He moved toward her and pulled her hand away, replacing the fingers with his own. "Let me fuck you."

She gasped as his rough fingers drove deep within her. Her own fingers worked her clit. The two hands made her come so hard that she lifted herself six inches off the bed, thrusting her pussy down harder on his fingers. "Yes! Oh god, Finn, right there!"

Wetness covered his fingers as he leaned down to push his tongue into her mouth. She moaned around his lips, panting.

Her first time was with Finn. So was her second, and her third, and her fourth. And in fact, her first fifty times were with him. They fucked like animals, every chance they got – at home, in the bathrooms at the movie theatre, at the theatre summer camp they both attended.

Looking back, Rachel wondered whether her life might have been different if she hadn't come to expect orgasms every other day.

She'd never really know.