Rachel tried to stick close to Kurt and Santana as they made their way through the crowded nightclub. She huffed in frustration as some random man bumped into her without even apologizing. She would have berated the man for his behavior, but in the suffocating crowd of people and the dim lights, she doubted she would be able to find the man again.
She couldn't believe she'd let Kurt and Santana drag her into a gay bar. Gays didn't bother her, really, because Kurt and Santana were gay, and she had two dads. Plus, her last relationship was with another woman. Carrie; a pretty redhead junior who was currently studying in NYU. They met in this very same bar and had a drunken hook-up, and they dated after that. Rachel had to admit that she was good in bed, but she just couldn't feel any connection between them. And so, she broke it off after around three months of dating.
She hadn't dated after that, and now she was single for nearly six months. She didn't date because she didn't have the time, being busy with school and that she was going to be a senior soon enough. Kurt hadn't stopped bugging her about coming with him and Santana, stating that she 'needed a break' and that maybe, just maybe, she'd 'find someone good-looking and worth dating'.
She snorted at the thought. She didn't need a break. She was doing perfectly fine if she said so, and she really didn't have the urging need to find someone to date as soon as possible.
"Kurt? Kurt!" she called out as she pushed through the crowd, mumbling small apologies along the way. "Kurt? Santana?"
She sighed as her two friends didn't respond. She already lost them. She debated pulling her phone out of her jeans pocket and call them but ultimately decided against it. Her friends might not even be able to hear their phone due to all the noise and her phone might be knocked out of her hand because of the crowd that was growing wilder and wilder by the minute.
She was glad that she opted to wear a white frilly blouse and a pair of comfortable jeans, knowing that clubs as huge as this was going to be filled with people. At least she was comfortable, even though she clearly wasn't enjoying the night. She huffed in annoyance, suddenly wishing that she decided to stay at the loft. She'd be so much more comfortable sitting in their peaceful living room, maybe just watch a movie.
She decided to give up on her search and just go to the bar counter instead, thinking that her friends might get a drink sooner or later. She kept on pushing through the crowd until the counter was in sight. She sighed in relief when she saw an empty seat beside a blonde woman whose back was turned to her. She hurried towards the seat, just in case someone got an idea to beat her to it.
Thankfully, no one did. So she sat beside the blonde woman and raised her hand to call for the bartender, a tall brunette with shoulder-length hair and a pretty face.
"ID?" asked the bartender.
Rachel wordlessly went through her purse and pulled out her ID. She was already twenty-one going on to twenty-two in just a few months.
"Okay, what will it be?" the bartender asked with a smile as Rachel put aside her ID.
"A glass of scotch, please," she requested as she leaned her arms on the counter.
Back when she was in high school, she had a very low tolerance for alcohol which grew higher as she moved on to college. Some days she just couldn't get through without two or three glasses of alcohol.
The bartender set the glass in front of her, and she smiled gratefully as she slipped her payment into the bartender's hands. She cupped the glass in her hand and swirled it a few times before pressing it to her lips and took a sip. She sighed contentedly as the burning sensation of the alcohol slid down her throat.
"Scotch, huh? You have good taste," the blonde woman beside her commented.
Rachel set the glass down and rested her chin against her palm as she looked at the blonde sitting beside her. She had long, wavy golden locks, perfectly sculpted eyebrows, a strong jawline, and a creamy complexion. She wore a flaming red blouse and a pair of black slacks with a pair of white-colored heels to complete the outfit. She was gorgeous, Rachel had to admit. But what caught her attention the most was the pair of hazel eyes looking into her chocolate brown ones. Her breath caught at the beauty that was facing her. She was sure she'd never seen a woman as gorgeous and as beautiful as the one sitting beside her right now.
Rachel smirked, the shot of alcohol giving her a slight boost in her confidence.
"I like Scotch," she shrugged as she cast her gaze down at the glass that the gorgeous blonde woman was holding. "Vodka, huh? I like that, too."
"I like my drinks simple. Mixes are fine, but I like pure vodka the most," the blonde woman smirked back at her, and Rachel could swear it looked a little devious, but sexy at the same time. Then again, though, the woman looked older than her. But not by a lot, so it was fine with her.
"Hmm," Rachel hummed, raising her glass to take another sip.
"So, you here alone?" The blonde woman asked, her hazel eyes brought out by the disco lights.
"I don't think I should be answering that to a complete stranger now, should I?" Rachel smirked.
"You're smart," the blonde woman grinned. "I like that. Quinn. That's my name."
Rachel liked the raspy voice of the woman. Plus, she thought that the name Quinn suited her very well.
"Rachel," she nodded once.
"Have you been here before, Rachel? I don't think I've seen you around here," Quinn asked, mirroring Rachel's current position.
Rachel licked her lips at the sound of her name on the woman's lips. She wasn't this daring when she was in high school, but things had changed since then. She'd changed since then. But she liked it. She liked the husky and sultry sound in Quinn's voice. She didn't care if this woman was older than she was. Besides, she didn't look like she was in her thirties yet.
"Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough," Rachel answered, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "But yes, I have been here a few times before. And you?"
"When... I'm stressed about work and the people I work with," Quinn shrugged, taking her glass and drowned down a large amount of vodka.
"So it would be safe to assume that you're stressed out right now?" Rachel asked as she raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe," Quinn said mysteriously, that sexy smirk tugging at her lips again. "What about you?"
"My friends seem to think so, but I'm actually not," Rachel shrugged and took another sip of her drink.
"Oh?" Quinn said, her own eyebrows raising up. All Rachel could think about was how sexy that eyebrow raise looked.
"Hmm," Rachel hummed. "So, you mentioned work. How old are you?"
"That's a strange question," Quinn smirked. "Usually, the first thing people would ask is what my work is, not how old I am."
"I guess I'm not like most people, then," Rachel said with a challenging tone.
"I guess not," Quinn smiled, the lights adding a hint of mystery in that smile. "Twenty-seven. And you?"
Twenty-seven. It was just a five-year gap, no big deal to the brunette. She could handle that. Plus, she couldn't entirely deny the idea that she felt a slight connection to Quinn. They hit it off so easily, plus there was no air of awkwardness threatening to loom over them.
"Twenty-two in a few months," Rachel shrugged as though the age gap between them was no big deal.
"So, it doesn't bother you that you're talking to a woman five years older than you are?" Quinn asked, those eyebrows raising again.
"No, does it bother you?" Rachel shot back as she took a large sip of her drink.
"Not in the slightest," Quinn responded with a devious smile. Rachel swallowed as she watched Quinn's hazel eyes rake over her body appreciatively. She was really, really glad she chose the blouse that hugged her curves perfectly and a pair of form-fitting jeans matched with a pair of black pumps. "You're... sexy," Quinn rasped out, pink tongue darting out of her lips.
"Is that really you or is that just the alcohol talking?" Rachel smirked as she downed the last of her drink.
"No, that's really me," Quinn chuckled, low and throaty.
"Good, because I don't trust drunk talking," Rachel laughed.
Quinn laughed back and Rachel watched as she drank the last of her vodka. She licked her lips as she watched Quinn's pink tongue dart out, it was just so sexy to see.
"What do you say we get out of here?" Quinn asked, her voice low and smoky. Rachel swallowed. God, this woman was just so sexy.
"I'm just going to text my friends," Rachel murmured as she pulled out her phone. She quickly typed in a message to Kurt, stating that she was going to leave early and won't be home until the next morning, telling him not to worry and that she was with someone. She sent it as soon as she was done and pushed it back in her pocket.
"You're not going to wait for a reply?" Quinn asked, her hazel eyes darkening.
"Nope," Rachel shook her head. "He probably wouldn't be able to read it until later, anyway."
Quinn nodded and stood up. Rachel followed suit. She was surprised when the older woman slipped their hands together, instantly feeling the jolt when their skin touched. She hadn't felt this connection in quite a while, and it was a pleasant feeling.
They quickly made their way through the throng of people, and Rachel was glad she didn't get a few more drinks because she definitely wanted to remember this experience in the morning. After a few more pushes and jostling, they finally made it outside the doors of the club.
"How does my apartment sound?" Quinn asked in that raspy voice of hers, hazel eyes piercing into Rachel's.
"It sounds perfect," Rachel husked.
Quinn nodded and hailed a cab. Thankfully, the traffic in New York wasn't bad that night, so they made it to Quinn's apartment in a short amount of time. The blonde threw the payment into the console of the car and pulled Rachel out. They walked inside a large apartment complex, and made their way towards the elevator.
They rose up to the seventh floor, and Rachel followed Quinn outside. They walked through the large hallway, stopping in front of the third door to the left side. Quinn took out a set of keys from her purse, then quickly picked one out and slid it into the keyhole. Rachel followed the blonde inside, gasping at the sheer hugeness of the apartment. It was about twice the size of the loft, fully furnished with an air of elegance about it.
"You like it?" Quinn asked as she walked towards the living room.
"It's beautiful," Rachel said in awe as she followed the blonde.
"Thank you," Quinn smiled. "Do you want anything to drink? Red wine?"
"Red wine sounds great," Rachel said in agreement.
"Okay. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be back," Quinn said as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Rachel sighed and leaned her head back against the couch and relaxed as she waited for the older woman. The apartment felt cozy and homey despite it's huge size. It felt warm, too, like Quinn's hand in hers. She didn't know if the blonde also felt the connection and spark when their fingers linked together, but she was sure that she felt it.
"Here," Quinn said as she sat down on the couch and set a glass of red wine down on the table in front of them.
Rachel smiled gratefully at the older woman as she took the glass in her hand and took a small sip. She sighed contentedly at the warmth that instantly filled the insides of her mouth and down her throat.
"Do you go to university?" Quinn asked as she turned to face the brunette.
"I go to NYADA," Rachel started, "I'm going to be a senior next fall."
"Mmm," Quinn hummed as she nodded her head once. "What are your plans after you graduate?"
"I've actually always wanted to be on Broadway," Rachel confessed as she swirled her glass, staring at the red liquid inside of it. "It's my childhood dream."
"That's good," Quinn said in approval.
"Thanks," Rachel smiled as she took another sip. "What about you? What's your job?"
"I'm a writer," Quinn said as she took a sip. "I'm actually working on my first novel."
"Oh," Rachel said. "I guess that is a stressful job."
"It is," Quinn chuckled in agreement.
Rachel laughed and drained the rest of the red liquid before setting the wine glass back down on the table. She licked her lips, watching as Quinn's eyes darted to them. Feeling bold, she smirked and started to undo the buttons of her blouse, slowly.
"It's getting a little... hot in here, don't you think?" Rachel husked out as she popped the last button on her blouse for emphasis.
"I agree," Quinn husked in return, her hazel eyes darting down towards Rachel's cleavage.
Rachel smirked. She pried the wine glass away from Quinn's pale and slender fingers and set it on the table before straddling the older woman's lap.
"So... Quinn," Rachel purred as she dragged her fingernails across the blonde's neck, smirking at the goosebumps that appeared. "Why don't we get this night started already?" she asked as she ground her hips slowly against the woman's lap.
"Rachel..." Quinn groaned as the brunette continued to grind and roll her hips against the blonde's lap.
"Hmm?" Rachel hummed as she leaned down to swirl her tongue against Quinn's earlobe. "What is it?"
"N-nothing," Quinn moaned as Rachel ground harder, their heated cores nearly touching. "J-just continue what you're doing."
Rachel smirked sexily and placed her hands on Quinn's shoulders as she ground harder, her ass gyrating on the blonde's lap. She purred and gyrated her hips as she listened to the older woman's breathing start to labor.
"You like that, huh?" Rachel husked into Quinn's ear. "You like a younger woman giving you a lap dance?"
"God, o-only you," Quinn moaned and threw back her head as Rachel ground harder, wetness gushing out of her core.
"What else do you want me to do, Quinn?" Rachel asked, her voice dripping pure sex. "Do you want to take me to your bed, have your way with me?"
"F-fuck, yes," Quinn groaned, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Then take me to your bed," Rachel whispered lowly, sultrily, into the older woman's ear.
Quinn growled, and in one swift movement, she stood up and Rachel wrapped her legs around the older woman's waist. They quickly made their way to the bedroom, and Quinn quickly twisted the doorknob, slamming the door shut behind them once they were inside. Rachel felt herself being thrown on the bed, the predatory look in the older woman's eyes making her shudder.
Not one to be outdone, Rachel threw her blouse across the room and quickly unclasped her bra, then flung it away. She smirked as Quinn's eyes landed on her breasts, and she gently cupped them, teasing the older woman.
"Come here and fuck me, Quinn," Rachel murmured lowly as she beckoned Quinn over with one finger, her other hand still cupping her left breast.
She watched as Quinn shed her clothes, leaving her naked in front of the brunette. Rachel moaned at the sight of pale and perky breasts. She watched as the blonde crawled up to her body, shuddering as nails raked across her bare sides.
"Kiss me," Rachel husked, her voice laced with desire.
Quinn grunted and crashed their lips together. Rachel moaned as Quinn's lips claimed hers roughly, her hands making their way towards the blonde's back. She opened her mouth, seeking Quinn's pink tongue in her mouth. She moaned as she had her first taste of the blonde; cherries. Their tongues fought for dominance, the sound of slurps and sucks filling the room.
"You are so fucking sexy," Quinn groaned into her mouth.
"Mmm," Rachel moaned as she dragged her nails across the blonde's bare back.
She sighed in pleasure as she felt Quinn's warm and wet tongue drag across the column of her neck, her hands tangling in blonde tresses. She gasped at each nip of Quinn's teeth against her neck, moaning when she felt the blonde's hot breath against her hardening nipples.
"Your breasts are gorgeous," Quinn murmured, and Rachel moaned as she felt her left breast being engulfed in the blonde's hot mouth.
"God, yesssss," Rachel hissed as Quinn greedily sucked her breasts and pinched her nipples. "So g-good, Quinn!"
"Mmmm," Quinn hummed against her breasts, and Rachel felt her core gush out wetness. She'd never felt more aroused in her entire life, and Quinn's mouth was so good in pleasuring her breasts.
Rachel massaged Quinn's head as the blonde moved further south, licking a hot stripe from the valley between her breasts and onto her stomach. She gasped as she felt the blonde's tongue dip inside her navel, her hips bucking once.
"Are you wet?" Quinn murmured as Rachel felt her nose nuzzle against the crotch of her jeans.
"Why don't you strip me to find out?" Rachel managed in between pants.
Below her, Quinn smirked. God, the sight of Quinn's head in between her legs was so devious and sexy, and Rachel couldn't help but lick her lips. The older woman's lips were swollen and her hair a mess, and it was just the picture of sex.
Rachel lifted her hips and allowed Quinn to pull it down. She watched as Quinn threw it across the room, her chest heaving at the hungry look the blonde directed towards her crotch.
"You're so wet," Quinn murmured as she dragged a finger across Rachel's covered slit. She moaned. "Your panties are ruined..."
"Oh, fuck..." Rachel moaned as Quinn's finger dragged teasingly against her slit, the friction of the material of her panties intensifying her arousal. "T-take my panties off, please..."
"As you wish," Quinn smirked and slowly peeled off the red-laced panties, which stuck to Rachel's core due to her arousal.
"Oh God..." Rachel groaned as she raised her head to look at Quinn. Her core throbbed and her clit twitched at the promise of orgasms in those beautiful and darkened hazel eyes.
"Gorgeous pussy," Quinn hummed as she planted a kiss on Rachel's sex.
"Mmm," Rachel moaned, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of Quinn's lips pressing against her soaked pussy.
"I'll taste you first, then I'll fuck you with my fingers," Rachel heard the promise in Quinn's voice, and more wetness gushed out of her core. She gasped when she felt Quinn's tongue lick a hot, broad stripe against her slit, shuddering as the blonde continued to do so. "Mmm, you taste so good..."
"F-fuck," Rachel groaned as she gripped the sheets, Quinn's tongue continuing to tease her soaked core. Her clit ached for attention, and she just wanted the older woman to fuck her into oblivion.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Quinn growled. Rachel screamed in pleasure as she felt two of Quinn's fingers enter her pussy, feeling each twist and rub against her inner folds.
"Oh God!" Rachel shrieked as Quinn added another finger. She bucked her hips incessantly, the pleasure taking over her body. She moaned as she felt Quinn's fingers deliciously stretch her pussy, filling her up good. "Fuck, yes! Fuck me, Quinn!"
She gasped as Quinn's lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on it harshly. She screamed and thrashed and writhed against the bed as Quinn's fingers fucked her good. She never felt this pleasured before; every twist of Quinn's fingers inside her pussy made her scream and she felt those fingers drag against her walls so deliciously.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Rachel screamed as Quinn thrust her fingers harder and faster inside her pussy. "God, yes! Fuck my pussy!"
Below her, Quinn groaned and thrust and sucked harder. Rachel felt her stomach coil, a sign of her impending orgasm. With two more hard thrusts, and one hard suck at her clit, Rachel fell apart with a scream.
"I'm coming!" she screamed as she felt her juices stream out of her pussy.
She fell back against the bed, her chest heaving and body numb from the intensity of her orgasm. She felt Quinn's tongue lap against her pussy a few more times before she moved her head back up. She pulled Quinn in for a slow kiss, moaning as she tasted herself on the older woman's tongue.
"Fuck, that was good," Rachel panted against Quinn's lips. "It's your turn now."
"I want to ride your face," Quinn whispered sexily into her ear. Rachel shuddered.
"Okay," she agreed.
Quinn kissed her chastely before crawling up her body. Rachel's mouth watered at the sight of the blonde's leaking and pink pussy above her. She lowered the blonde's pussy and started licking the slit with hot and broad stripes of her tongue.
"Mmm, that's good," Quinn moaned above her. Rachel smirked and continued to lap at the blonde's pussy, listening to ever pleasured moan that escaped her lips. "F-fuck!"
Rachel parted Quinn's pussy lips with her thumbs and shoved her tongue inside, making the older woman scream. She swirled and flicked her tongue inside, focusing on the pleasured moans that Quinn made above her.
"Yes, eat my pussy!" Quinn screamed as Rachel hit her g-spot. She thrust her tongue harder and reached out her thumb and forefinger to pinch her clit, earning a louder scream. She loved how vocal the blonde was in bed. She looked up and saw Quinn's hands gripping the headboard, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back. She thrust her tongue into Quinn's g-spot as the blonde humped her face, listening to every pleasured moan and dirty words that strung out of her mouth.
"G-gonna come," Quinn panted above her as Rachel felt her walls tighten around her tongue. She pinched Quinn's clit hard, then felt a gush of juices stream into her waiting mouth. She moaned as she swallowed everything, then thrust her tongue slower to ride out the blonde's orgasm.
"God, that was so fucking good," Quinn panted as she slumped beside the brunette.
Rachel smirked and kissed Quinn, making the blonde moan as their tongues sucked the other.
"Stay the night?" Quinn asked in between pants as she took Rachel's face in her hands. She felt the warmth of Quinn's hands against her face, and she felt the connection again. She'd never felt this way with anyone before, and judging by the look in Quinn's eyes, she knew that the older woman felt it, too.
Rachel sighed and closed her eyes. She felt Quinn pulled her closer for a soft and tender kiss. She felt the warmth and softness of Quinn's lips against hers, and somehow, she felt warm inside.
"Go out with me?" Quinn asked against her lips. "If it's okay with you to date an older woman... I know you're just going to be a senior, but... I felt something with you, Rachel. And I know that it's not just a night of fucking for you."
Rachel smiled and gazed into Quinn's soft, hazel eyes. She could see the sincerity in them, and she could feel the warmth in the older woman's words.
"No, it isn't," Rachel murmured. "And I'd love to go out with you, Quinn."
She watched as Quinn smiled softly at her. She smiled back and pressed their lips together once again. She didn't care if she was going to date an older woman, because she knew that what the electricity they felt was real and not just a figment of their imagination.
She wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist and sighed into the older woman's chest. She had to thank Kurt and Santana for forcing her to come, because if she hadn't, she probably never would have met Quinn.