It's been a week; a whole fucking week of listening to him talk in stupid voices and try to hold her hand in the hallways. She's not this girl and she refuses to change for some kid who lightens his hair and helps old ladies across the street. He's kind of cute though and she sort of wants to get him naked before she calls the whole thing quits.
His mom lets her in. She smiles politely and introduces herself as a classmate not a girlfriend before heading up to his room. He's surprised to see her and of course she only remembers too late that she kind of told him she had plans tonight and couldn't go to Color Me Mine with him. Now she's standing in his bedroom with her hands on her hips about to demand that he stop taking his time and just fuck her already or well, she was. She's kind of having second thoughts.
"I thought you had plans with Brittany," he says sitting his guitar down, standing, and motioning for her to take his vacated seat at the foot of his bed.
She rolls her eyes because seriously, his manners are ridiculous, but she takes the proffered seat anyway. "Stupid bitch ditched me for wheels. Looks like I'm all yours." She replies leaning back on her elbows and looking up at him seductively.
His cheeks redden and he stuffs his hands deep into his pockets. "Want to watch a move or something?"
"Or something," she mutters under her breath.
"We could make out," he suggests and fucking finally the boy has a igood/i idea.
She smirks, motions with her pointer finger for him to come closer and then grabs the front of his shirt and drags him down to kiss her. He's good at that and she figures it's probably because that's all Quinn (the born again virgin) would let him do.
He works her up, kisses her neck and traces the under-wire of her bra with his thumb, bites her ear as he presses his arousal into her thigh, and fuck she really wants more but she's not so sure he's willing to give it to her. She's never had this problem before, most guys are eager to get into her pants. Most guys wouldn't make her wait a whole week.
She groans when he pulls away. "My mom's downstairs," he says like that's a valid excuse to leave her hanging. It's not. She's totally capable of being quiet when she needs to be.
She sighs in frustration and pushes herself up off his bed, using his dresser's mirror to fix her hair. She can feel him watching her. When she turns back around she's scowling, because she's wound up pretty tight and she can't exactly got to Brittany for help unwinding because of Artie and Puck's been an ass the last few weeks so he's totally out of the equation.
"What?" Sam asks tilting his head to get the hair out of his eyes.
iStupid haircut/i, she thinks. "I get that you're like a virgin or whatever—"
"I'm not a virgin."
"—but…wait, what?"
"I'm not a virgin," he explains laughing uneasily. "I've had sex before."
"Quinn?"
"No." he shakes his head and moves back to the foot of the bed so he's sitting in front of her. "I spent Christmas break with a friend at my old school and kind of hit it off with his sister. She was older."
Huh, she hadn't seen that coming. She's kind of glad he's not a complete cherry though. Fucking Finn had been horrible.
"So, when do iwe/i fuck?" she asks stepping between his legs and resting her hands on his shoulder.
He pulls her a little closer then leans back so he can look up at her. "You know I like you for more than just the fact that you're known to put out, right?" He hesitates a second before adding, "That didn't come out right."
"That's sweet but I don't really do sweet what I ido/i is gets' my mack on so stop being a gentleman and fuck me already."