The school bell rang out, its high pitched whine bouncing across the walls of the schoolroom and out into the corridors that lay beyond, like an electronic shrill take on the Pied Piper. Keeping with tradition, teenagers blindly followed its call, flooding from every door and streaming into the locker-clad hallways in order to keep their pre-ordained and highly anticipated date with the lunch ladies of McKinley High School.
Swinging their bags behind them and stalking the school carpets like predators, the long legs, tight behinds, flat stomachs, sensually long fingers, pert breasts and impossibly haughty, almost unreachable, deliciously, arrogant – fuck it, downright FUCKable faces of seniors Santana Lopez and Quinn Faber came into view around the far corner. Rachel Berry stood transfixed, as if time had slowed down and the pair had managed to seconder the talents of a Hollywood movie slow motion camera. Their gaze strode down the corridor to the doors ahead, moving in unison in a hypnotically sexy rhythm, casting only a quick glance in her direction as if to briefly acknowledge her presence before disappearing to the wider world outside.
Santana and Quinn made their way over to Quinn's car. Slinging their bags into the back, they jumped into the front seats and Quinn revved up the car. Sliding a free hand onto her lover's bare, toned thigh, she reversed the car from its spot and headed towards their usual hideaway.
They'd been dating for more than a year now. Sexual energy had been rife from the time they laid eyes on each other, but had somehow manifested itself in a subtle battle of the bitches before finally breaking through into a torrid, passionate, highly physical affair. When Quinn thought of their love making, which sometimes wasn't love making at all but pure animal carnal desire, she felt her cunt swell and pulsate, and her grip on Santana's thigh instinctively hardened. Santana smirked, and her eyes deepened into dark, lusty pools.
"Hungry?"
"Always."
They pulled up by the side of the lake and with one swift movement Quinn flicked Santana's seat into the flat position. Shifting herself so she straddled the tanned Latina, she raised herself up to view her prize, licking her lips involuntarily and giving in to a quick, low moan that escaped from her throat. Santana allowed her lover to drink her in, the rampant desire she could feel pooling in between her legs intoxicating her. She lifted one hand as if to tug on her hardening nipple, the other she hovered at the hem of her very short gym skirt. She lifted one eyebrow expectantly, waiting.
"Fuck yourself for me." The words dripped from Quinn's soft full lips and seemed to hit Santana's clit like drops of molten fire. She needed no more encouragement and if she'd had her way, this would have been over in seconds, so hot and base was her need. But this, more than anything, was all about Quinn. This was all about the hot, tempestuous, fire and ice, earth-shatteringly beautiful Quinn that sat above her trying to contain herself at the thought of what was about to happen. She wanted to give Quinn everything, she always had done, and these forbidden moments during school had become as addictive as a daily dose of heroin in her need to please, to show just how much she loved her, needed her, wanted her, would do anything for her. Slowly, she pulled the tight t-shirt across her chest, her breasts spilling out in all their glory. She gazed at Quinn under hooded eyes, seeing the instant reaction and revelling in it. Tonight she'd receive the same show of adoration from Quinn but right here, right now, in this moment, she felt bathed in the pulsating glow of content to give her lover her absolute submission.
"Touch your nipples for me."
Santana let her fingers begin to idly stroke the hardened peaks. Every light touch, every feathery fingertip seemed to come not from her own hands but those of Quinn. She bit down on her lip.
"Harder."
She pinched down and twisted, her breath catching in her throat.
"I said HARDER."
As her fingers embraced her nipples in a fierce grip, her cunt began to swell and enflame. Every tweak, every pinch, every twist sent need coursing between her legs. Her lower fingers stroked the fleshy undersides of her breasts creating rivers of goose pumps wherever they went. She closed her eyes and pushed her head back, exposing her throat.
"Pull your skirt up."
Her impossibly long, dark lashes flew open, bringing her back to Quinn, and a smile danced across her face. She moved one hand down to the bottom of the light material, inadvertently brushing against Quinn's hot, taut skin. The gasp she received only served to make her clit throb harder and she felt the blood drain from the rest of her body and course downwards, making her feel like her pussy might explode from the strain. Not long now, she told herself, not long until she lets me. She moved the fabric onto her shaking, flat stomach muscles and waited again, still pinching her right nipple hard, moaning and twitching against the seat.
"Move your panties to the side."
Santana did as she was told, peeling the soaking underwear away and revealing her smooth, swollen outer lips to her lover. Quinn's eyes remained on hers for what felt like forever, before slowly raking their way down the length of her body until finally stopping at the gap between the tops of her thighs.
"Spread your legs for me baby." Her tone was thicker now, filled with need, hanging on to the control that they both loved so much. Santana lifted her butt up from the car seat and twisted her thighs away from her body, feeling the juices between her legs give way and opening her pussy up to the cool air. Immediately the seat beneath was slick with her own wetness, dripping down between the creases and running underneath the skin of her ass. She never stopped being amazed at just how wet Quinn could make her with just one look – and she never stopped revelling in how wet this made Quinn. She ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth and sank her nails into her breast, moaning. Still with her eyes on her twitching pussy, Quinn finally gave her the command she so desperately needed.
"Fuck yourself for me. Come for me Santana, COME for me, come for nobody else but me."
Santana needed no second telling, immediately sinking her own two fingers inside of her. Bucking against her hand, she thrust up against her tight inner walls, immediately hitting the spot she craved above all. Her hand that had been so tightly clasped to her breast now undid itself of its own accord and worked its way down to her tightly coiled bud. Sliding her fingers through her wetness, she began working in a circular, rhythmic motion in time with her fingers' deep thrusting. Her cunt began to swallow her up and she shoved a third finger in there, filling as much as she could. Quinn hummed her delight and Santana looked deep in her eyes as she thrust a fourth. Her body began to vibrate, her eyesight seemed to shatter and fade at the edges, her pussy demanded harder and harder pounding, her lover's eyes seemed to drag her soul out of her very being. She cried out Quinn's name over and over and over again and pushed her body out of her seat, grinding without care, abandoned against her hand. A shot seemed to explode from the depths of her pussy, a whirling, spasmodic cannonball of relief, agony and ecstasy all at the same time. Her walls constricted and convulsed against her fingers, but she knew better than to pull them out. In a haze she rode everything she'd ever known out, tears rolling down the sides of her face as she kept her finger pressed agonisingly tight against her button, not giving herself any let-up but pushing her body to its final limits of desire as was her lover's command. A final shudder ran through her body, causing her muscles to tense, and then it was over. She sank back into the seat and slowly opened her eyes. Quinn looked down at her with an almost twisted look of desire. The blonde placed her hands either side of Santana's head and waited. It was her turn now. The mistress had become the slave – and she was more than fine with that. Santana lifted her dripping hand to Quinn's mouth and she eagerly sucked, licked and lapped her up. Such a heady, aromatic aroma, so feral and full of sex and want and need and unashamed desire, the mere smell of it alone would sometimes make Quinn come. Santana's dark eyes watched her intently, cleaning every single last little drop up. Casting a quick glance at the car dashboard, she noted the time and brought her brain back into gear.
"Dress me."
Quinn moved with efficiency, pulling Santana's t-shirt, panties and skirt back into the normal position. She crawled off Santana's lap and back into the driving seat. The car pulled smoothly out and before they knew it, they were back in the high school parking lot. Santana grabbed the back of Quinn's head and pulled her in, thrusting her tongue between the girl's lips, tasting herself with every flick of the tongue. Quinn devoured her just as hungrily. The first warning bell for class rang. Quinn groaned and sat back, before unclipping the seat belt and climbing out. Santana wound her fingers in between hers and they strode across the lot towards the school. As they pushed through the shiny glass double doors, Santana pulled Quinn to her quickly, her face buried in the back of long, blonde hair, her lips grazing the soft erogenous flesh of her ears.
"Remember, don't touch yourself, don't fuck yourself, don't even wriggle in those hot soaked panties until I'm ready for you after school." She grinned, then flashed Quinn a devastatingly wicked smile that made her girlfriend quiver involuntarily. Santana held up a warning finger. "Don't even clench your thighs!"
Quinn groaned, then cross her eyes and giggled. "I'll see you after school."
"You bet you will baby," countered Santana, and with that left her ever-so-wet-and-horny girlfriend stranded with any number of heated scenarios running through her brain.