"It's only lunch time and this day has already been so … fucked up!" I thought to myself as I pull the head cheerio letterman tighter around myself. A waft of cinnamon and Quinn floats into my nostrils. I breathe it in deep and close my eyes to try and calm myself. Re-opening my eyes I find myself staring at the contents of my locker. With a sigh I tear down all things related to Finn. I pause at the photo of Finn smiling and remember how the last time I looked at it was three days ago after I accepted Quinn's invitation that changed my life. How one weekend could change the course of one's life will never escape me and my mind wanders back to the events that followed Friday night's.
Saturday Morning
Before I even open my eyes I feel my body in its entirety. I ache in places that had never previously ached. My nether region throbs, my wrists feel raw and all of my muscles feel as though they went through a marathon, (I am assuming such because I have actually never partaken in such an event). I find that I am on my side with my arms out in front of me and my legs curled. There is a warmth that travels down my backside where Quinn has lined her body up along mine. Her arm is wrapped tight around me and her hand rests on my chest between my breasts.
"Go back to sleep," is mumbled softly into my ear. I stiffen. She pushes her body tighter against mine and intertwines our legs, forcing me to extend mine. Her arm pulls me impossibly closer. I feel her nose brush against the back of my neck through all my hair and a sigh scampers across my skin. I swallow as I taken in our nakedness and proximity. I feel her breasts against my shoulder blades. I can feel every breath she takes. My heart picks up as I recall all that had transpired before exhaustion lead me into a delicious slumber.
Her hand moves away from my chest, I open my eyes and follow its movement beneath the blankets. Her hand locates my arm and her fingertips travel the length to my hand. She laces our fingers together and brings the connected hands close to my body. Her lips briefly make contact with my shoulder.
"Babe, just relax and go back to sleep. Please? Just another half hour, okay?" is grumbled low into my flesh and hair. She shimmies around again, moving our bodies, trying to find a comfortable position. I make a small noise of acknowledgement. She settles and relaxes around me. I look across the room to the oak door. I continue my glaring as my mind reels. I ponder everything that could be pondered in regards to the actions of the previous night and their repercussions, of what it all means. My mind was still spinning with liquid reasoning when I feel Quinn pull back a little from me. I hear her yawn. Her hand leaves mine to be brought up to my shoulder where she applies pressure until I have rolled onto my back. Her front is flush with my side. She props herself up onto her elbow, hand in her hair and the other hand is brought up to push my hair out of my face and then cup my cheek as she leans forward placing a soft kiss upon my lips. My eyes widens at the tenderness. Leaning back she smiles beautifully at me and then her eyes roam over our forms, which are predominantly covered.
"Sleep well?" softly reaches my ears as her eyes intently focus on mine. I bring my eyebrows together for a few seconds, then I clear my face and nod.
"Good. Come on, let's go pee," she commands as she throws the blankets off of us. I am hit with the cold of the room, and my body acts accordingly. I hear her giggle and look at her incredulously. I follow her gaze and it leads to my beasts. My nipples are fully erect. I bring my arms up to cover them as I sit up. She rolls her eyes, grabs my wrist, and drags me off the bed, out through the oak door, down the hall and into a white bathroom. She closes the door behind us. I stand awkwardly in the middle of the tiled floor. She saunters over to the porcelain bowl and continues with her business as though I was not there. I unabashedly continue to gawk. As she washes her hands her deep eyes find mine in the mirror and that demonic smile comes out. I swallow. She lightly tilts her head in the direction of the toilet. I walk over to the device and sit down. I close my eyes and take a moment to relax. Finally I manage to will my body to act the way I desire. After I finish my business I walk over to the sink where Quinn leans against the counter, arms crossed with a smirk and playful glint in her eye. Heat consumes my face and I divert my gaze from her pale beautiful form. I turn the water on and squirt soap into my hands. I proceed to keep my gaze focused on my hands as the suds take over. I feel fingertips slide over my hips and down to the front of my abdomen. I gasp at the feather-like touch. Both of her hands splay their fingers across my flesh and pull me back into her.
"You know you can look all you want. There is no need to be bashful, especially since you will be finding that we will be spending plenty of time in this state of dress," she chuckles into my ear. Heat completely consumes me and my heart races at the implication of that statement. I look up into the mirror to see a reflection of myself in the color red with panic filled eyes and Quinn watching with hooded eyes and a lazy smile across her face. I swallow and as I finish washing my hands her mouth finds my shoulder. I stifle a moan and absentmindedly tilt my head giving her more access. My eyes flutter shut as she moves to my neck. I place my hands on top of hers.
"I gotta take a piss!" sounds from outside the door and I jump. Quinn chuckles and removes herself from me. She opens the door to reveal a dancing Santana in a similar state of undress. She pushes past Quinn and races to the toilet and starts to relieve herself with a sigh. I gawk. Quinn grabs my hand and drags us back into her room. I watch the large oak door swing shut with defining thud.
Abruptly my back collides with the oak I was glaring at. My lips are covered with moist soft ones. A hastiness pulls my bottom lip out and her tongue dives past it. Her kiss takes on a frenzied passion. My fingers find themselves sheathed in silky strands as I try to keep up with her mouth. My head hits the oak several times as her movement becomes a bit more erratic. I hear her hands slam into the oak on either side of my head. Her hips smash into mine. She pushes my legs apart with her own. Her thigh pushes up on my nether regions. I whimper from the pressure. She pushes up more and I stand on my tip toes. She smashes her hips into mine once again. My thigh rubs against her moist heat. I feel it all over my thigh as she starts to move her hips. Rough movement of her rubbing against me causes her to rub me in return. A groan vibrates through our connected mouths. She releases my lips from hers. Her forehead rests against mine. Sweat drips down from her hairline and onto my skin. I open my eyes. Her face is scrunched deliciously in concentration and pleasure. Her eyes remain closed. Her breath releases itself in rapid pants across my face. I move strands of blonde from the smoothness of her cheek and lace my fingers at the back of her neck. Her hand drops to my waist. Her hips move increasingly faster. A long moan escapes her. A resounding thumping echoes throughout the room as my backside hits the door again and again. Her other hand drops to the other side of my waist. Those long fingers squeeze with underestimated strength. Her hips move incoherently faster. Suddenly she stills then just as abruptly jerks. A wondrous noise escapes her open mouth. She rides out her orgasm upon my thigh, and then she relaxes into me. Her fingers lose their grip. She leans her whole form into mine, flattening me to that oak door. I move my hand to stroke her hair and the other to her back.
After a few moments she catches her breath and pulls back away from me but a few inches. She looks into my sympathetic eyes with ones filled with adoration. She leans in and catches my swollen lips into a kiss that is deep, slow and will linger well after it is done. When she pulls away her own swollen lips curl into that demonic grin and her eyes darken. I swallow and furrow my brows slightly. Without preamble her fingers fondle my folds. I gasp at the contact. Her fingers then appear in between our faces oozing with my fluids. She chuckles and brings them to her lips. She licks them clean slowly and individually. I feel my face burn and my clit throb.
Her eyes are black as they find my fearful ones. She grabs my hand that was still resting upon her back. Pulling me further into the room, I glance at her voluptuous backside and she laughs demonically. Once at the edge of her bed, she grabs my hips and turns me to face it.
"Bend over," comes low and sugary sweet into my ear. I swallow and turn my head as I hear her walk over to the bedside stand. There resides the strap on from the previous night's activities. My insides clench in anticipation and fear. I swallow again and bend my front half down over the bed, holding myself up with my arms. I hear her struggle with putting on the device. A noise of victory fills the silence. I feel her presence approach my backside. I wiggle in apprehension. Her giggle thunders and sets fire to my nerves. Those dexterous fingers wrap around my hips.
"Spread those legs a bit more Rach," sternly jumps me into action and I shuffle my feet out a bit more. A squeeze of fingers halts my movements. "Perfect" is hoarsely growled out. A hand disappears from my hips to only relocate to my dripping folds. They run deep and slow through my slit collecting. I gasp. Again they disappear. I can hear the moisture being applied to the toy and a glance over my shoulder confirms my thoughts. I glance back down at the comforter before she can catch me looking. I clench the softness beneath my palms and drop my head. I suck in a breath, bracing my body. The hand finds my hip once again. I feel the toy tease my entrance. Like a flash of light the toy is fully submerged into my tight heat. A strangled noise rips through my throat and I arch. I claw at the bedding. Tears cloud my vision as the sensitivity and tenderness of my flesh from last night lingers. She doesn't pause to let me adjust, she just pulls out and plummets back in as rapidly as the rain falls from the sky in a hurricane. I cry out each hump. My whole body sways with the movement of her reckless hips. The sound of flesh meeting flesh melds into my cries and her groans and grunts. Time wears at the strength of my arms. They burn from the exertion. I feel my insides start to pull down. Pressure builds. A sharp sting on my right butt cheek emits a squeal from my throat. Again the sharp sting ripples through my rump. Again she spanks me, but a bit more lightly. I squeal each time. She picks up pace, moving her hands to grip my shoulders. She flings her whole body into the movement. I almost cannot handle it. My ache from yesterday only amplifies from her intensity. My privates feel raw. Her intensity reaches a pinnacle. A hand twirls my hair and grabs it firmly. The other leaves my shoulder to reach around to my front to pinch my clit. I moan deeply. She starts to rub it furiously. My noise becomes more prominent. She gives a slight tug to my hair, forcing me to look up. She gives me another pinch and the pressure releases itself. I come with an arch and holler. I let my arms give out and collapse my face into the bedding. She holds onto my hips and rides out my orgasm. I gasp and twitch. I can hear her panting over my own labored breathing. Sweat trails down my spine. I close my eyes and allow the pleasure to course through me. I sigh when I feel her pull out.
Suddenly I am facing the ceiling and my legs are spread eagle. The warmth of her tongue enters me, rapidly moving. I take in a sharp breath and close my eyes. She eagerly consumes my fluids. Her hands are upon the back of my thighs holding my legs up and out. In and out that pink muscle moves. I grip the bedding. She moves to my folds and sucks them clean. Teeth graze the sensitive flesh. I let out a squeal. She does it again. I whimper and reach down with a hand and gentle tug on her hair. Misinterpreting, she assertively bites down and pulls on my nether lips. I cry out with pain. I feel the vibration of her chuckle. Her lips move to my clit, suckling it. I moan quietly. There is nothing slow about her actions. Her hands squeeze and knead my legs. Her teeth clamp down upon the throbbing bundle of nerves. Surprise squeezes through my vocal cords as my heel comes down upon her shoulder. She looks up at my face as I look down at her. Her brows meet and those luscious pink lips snarl. I swallow. An open palm lands hard upon my stomach. Stinging and tingling erupt over the surface. The noise fills the room accompanied by the oomph that passes my lips. I take a moment to process this action; she does not and promptly resumes her activities with my clit. I toss my head back and drape an arm over my face. I whimper and wiggle my hips slightly. I hear her growl and her nails sink into the soft flesh of my thighs. I let out a shaky breath. Aggression is her manner as she suckles, pulls and teases my clit. I can feel my body betraying me once again as I moan and start to pant. My insides soon feel that pressure once again.
"Looks like Quinn is already having breakfast Brit," chuckles Santana. I remove my arm and promptly prop myself up on my elbows. I watch Brittany and Santana saunter in wearing baggy t-shirts and booty shorts. They carry an assortment of food. Embarrassed, I try to pull my body back away from Quinn and her determined mouth. The oak door thuds shut, masking Quinn's noise of frustration. Grabbing my hips she drags me back to my previous location on the bed. My eyes widen.
"Lie back," accompanied with an open palm to my lower abs derails my observations of Brittany and Santana. I whimper. Lying back I promptly cover my face with both my hands to mask the heat that overrides the light tan of my skin. I hold my legs open.
"Good girl," breezes over the tender flesh of my inner thighs. Her mouth goes right back to its previous activity as if there was no interruption. Her ministrations pick up vigor. My mouth opens but my throat closes itself allowing no noise to pass. Her teeth nip my clit and my hips jerk. I take a sharp breath in. Her moan vibrates through me and fuels the heat that consumes my body. Her fingernails drag down the backs of my thighs. One hand comes around to rest on the mound of curls that protect and hide my "bald man in a boat" while the other proceeds to my entrance. Her finger swirls around in my fluids as they seep out of me. She teases my entrance. I whimper. The pressure rises tremendously with anticipation and apprehension. Her finger plunges in. I toss my head back and animalistic noises rip through my vocal box. She curls the invading digit and it hits that delicious spot. I come undone with a cry. She rides out my orgasm with her tongue. Swiftly it moves against me, drenched in my fluids. I keep my eyes closed and roll my head to the side. My pants and Quinn's moist workings are all that can be heard. My legs relax around Quinn's head to rest upon her shoulders. A droplet of sweat rests between my breasts. Her mouth moves to my curls where she places a whisper of a kiss. Feather like kisses travel up my abdomen as she pushes herself up and over me. My legs widen to accommodate for her. The talented muscle that resides in her moist cavity devours that salty droplet before lightly caressing my fully erect nipples. I feel my fluids rub off her chin and onto my chest. She continues until she has traveled up my neck , down my jaw up my chin and finally to the corner of my mouth. She lays her body down completely blanketing mine. Her smooth fingers find my cheeks and bring my face around to face her. Her lips lower tragically slow to brush with mine. She pulls her face away and run her thumbs over my cheeks as she gazes at my face. I gaze back with eyes filled with physical exhaustion. Her gorgeous locks are a wonderfully disarray but frame her porcelain complexion deliciously. Rose crayons seemed to have colored her cheeks. Her luscious lips are tantalizingly swollen from her pleasurable work. Her eyes, oh her eyes are an intense hazel with a swirl of adoring brown and longing gold. My heart contracts and swells differently than before. My face softens as I get lost in the swirls of colors. My hands find themselves rising to stroke her face and hair. Her shy, tentative, loving smile steals my breath and doesn't give it back. I gingerly bring my face to hers. Lightly I brush my lips against hers. I lie back and observe that those swirling spheres hide behind a radiant porcelain curtain. My eyes shadow the salty droplet that escapes past the curtain. Over a rosy mountain, through space and onto my tan chest it travels. My brows furrow in confusion. My tiny fingers run soothingly over her cheeks. The curtains rise and my heart stops at the show they present. Love covered with salt water bore into my panicked brown. My heart stutters.