Part 1 (Quinn POV)
Every time she walks past, the slight breeze her hurriedness brings upon makes me stop breathing. Only the scent of her long, soft, brunette hair can bring me back to life long enough to get a glimpse of the backside of her skirt lifting a centimeter above mid-thigh. Sometimes, I truly believe her obsession with being early to class will be the death of me. What makes matters worse is the fact that every day that she rushes past me, my heart aches a little more, knowing she is completely unaware of my presence in the hall…and in class…and in life, in general.
As I make my way to my desk, head down, like I always do, I don't even notice the miracle until I'm in my seat with my hands shuffling through my book bag. I lift my head slightly and catchthe smell of strawberries in the air; I almost drop my bag on the floor, as I turn around and see her sitting in the desk behind me. She doesn't speak, nor do I, she merely smiles a soft hello. I attempt to return the friendly acknowledgement, but my face contorts into something that probably looks like how my stomach feels…nauseous. I barely catch her look of concern, as I quickly turn back around to face the front of the classroom, just as Ms. Holiday, calls on me. "Hello, earth to Quinn! What the HECK are you on? And can I get some?...HA, I only kid! Now c'mon up here and tell us all about that lovesick Shakespeare," she says in her dramatic tone. I blink a few times before I remember to breathe, "Uh…I'm sorry Ms. Holiday, I'm uh..not really ready to give my presenta-…"
"Oh! Oh okay! I guess you must have fallen asleep, reading his sappy love sonnets too, huh? It's okay, Quinn, I'm sure you'll stay awake tonight thinking about how you'll ever be able to pass this class," she chuckles in her sarcastic nature. I sink in my seat, out of embarrassment, and I can feel my nerves heighten because I can only imagine what the girl behind me is thinking. She probably thinks I'm stupid, or a slacker, or a loser, or maybe all three…or even worse, she probably doesn't think of me, at all. I need to get out of here. I'm about to make a run for the door when a sweet sound soothes me.
"Don't worry, Q. I happen to be quite the expert in English literature and an excellent tutor." I don't turn around, I don't even move, I don't want to, I feel that any change in the air around me would tear her warm whisper from behind my ear. She must have taken my stillness as confirmation. "Great, we shall begin our studies during lunch, in the library. Don't be late." I can't take it, I bolt out of my desk and make my way to the nearest bathroom. I make sure it's empty before I lock the door and go inside the last stall. I pull down my jeans as my erection was trys to break free from my briefs. "Geez, Rachel, what are you doing to me?" just the sound of saying her name, makes my cock twitch. I drop my underwear and go to work, jerking off to the fresh memory of her mouth so close to my ear and the ticklish feeling she left me with. I'm extra sensitive, so when I put my thumb on the head of my aching cock, I shoot my load onto the stall door before I can even rub the slit. I slump onto the toilet, breathing heavy and with a lazy smile on my face. I calm down, clean off, pull up my briefs and pants and feel amazingly happy, which is different from most other times. I mean, I masturbated to thoughts and fantasies of Rachel Berry plenty of times before, but I always felt a sense of guilt and shame and I always felt like a perv after I came because it felt wrong to think of her angelic nature in ways I do. I almost felt as if I was corrupting her through my daily jerk-off sessions, but this time it's different, maybe I should feel a little guilty, but that feeling is pushed away by the excitement I feel, thinking about how Rachel actually wants to tutor me, or how I see it, how she wants to spend time with me.
I unlock and open the bathroom door and see her look of concern, again.
"Quinn Fabray, why did you lock the bathroom door? This is a public bathroom for all Mckinely students. What exactly were you doing in there?" Her angry stance, is impossible to resist, I feel a stirring in my lower stomach. She has her hand on her hip and is tapping her foot, waiting for an answer. "Hmm, Quinn?" I stare blankly, trying to control my cock from jumping up every time she says my name. "Oh nevermind, Q, I'm just glad you're okay. See you in the library at lunch." I watch her walk away, skirt blowing in the small wind she creates as she rushes back to class.
I'm wandering along the football field, while I wait for English class to finish, trying to calm myself long enough to think of ways I can take advantage of the time I will spend with Rachel during lunch. I want to make sure to make a better impression on her than I did earlier in class, but all I can think of is how I was positive Rachel didn't even know I existed; now she's offering to tutor me. What miracle is this? My head is full of these thoughts and questions when I suddenly feel someone pull me behind the bleachers.
"Hey, how's my Quinny?" her voice is sultry and full of lust.
"I'm not your Quinny, Santana. You know it's been over for 3 months." I grunt as I try to pull my arm away. She quickly pins me against the pillars and kisses my neck hungrily. "Stop it, Santana! Get off me, geez!" I push her away from me and I almost feel bad when her always confident-looking face is drained of her ever present ego.
"Oh whatever, Quinn! I'm just horny, don't even think I would seriously consider taking you back. You went from being head cheerleader to nothing faster than Finn cums."
I just shake my head.
"Then leave me alone." I start to walk away, as I try to rub the wet spot off my neck when Santana shouts back.
"And don't think I don't know about that stupid dwarf you're obsessing over. Just to let you know, everyone knows Rachel doesn't put out, maybe she's scared like you. I mean seriously, Quinn. After all the make-out sessions, you never dropped your panties for me and I'm hot as hell! You and Berry really are perfect for each other, you two can cuddle and kiss all you want and stay virgins forever like a pair of Mormons."
I don't even bother arguing with her, I just continue walking back toward the school. My mood has changed drastically, Santana is right, I am scared and she is hot as hell. The real reason I didn't have sex with her, or anyone for that matter is because I have an 8inch cock between my legs…where a vagina is supposed to be. I'm not ready to let anyone know about my extra appendage, so I stay "celibate." It's just easier this way, but now I'm crushed by reality. I can't meet up with Rachel, I can't even sit next to her or hear her talk without getting hard, how am I supposed to spend time with her in a library where she'll have to whisper to me with her soft sexy voice. I won't last a minute. Now, I know how Finn feels. I snap out of my thoughts as the lunch bells sounds. I make a quick turn and make my way away from the library. As I turn the corner I bump into Rachel. Just my luck.
"Hey, where do you think you're going, Q? We have a study session, remember?." She hooks our arms together and practically drags me to the library. We automatically head to the very back, "This is the most private area in this place," she says with a smile. I sit across from her and I look up to a hurt expression on her face, she moves her chair closer to mine and smiles. "Much better!" I nervously take out my English book and mindlessly flip through the pages. "Hehe, that's your Mathematics book, silly!" She reaches into my book bag, which is on my lap, and she moves her hand around. I feel her fingers scratch lightly at my thighs through the fabric of the bag and my pants. I squirm in a jerking fashion and quickly lift the bag onto the table. "Quinn Fabray! I have a feeling I make you nervous," her smile is as big as ever and I gulp loudly. "Oh my gosh, I do, don't I?" I sink into my chair, defeated. "What reason do you have to be nervous around me, Q? I don't know if I should be insulted?"
I break my silence. "No, don't take it the wrong way, I'm not even nervous," I manage to answer back, as I try to straighten myself. She looks at me with questioning eyes. "I do have a question though, if it's okay?"
"Sure, Q, you can ask me anything," she reassures me with another smile.
"Well, I…was wondering why…you would offer to tutor me. I mean, we never talked before…to be honest, I didn't even know you knew I existed."
Her happiness fades and she looks hurt again. "I knew you existed my first day here. I heard rumors about you, how you used to be head cheerleader until Coach Sylvester kicked you off the team because you refused to drop out of Glee Club. Then how you dropped out of Glee Club when you and…" she looks down at her hands on her lap fiddling with her fingers.
"Santana?" I finish.
"Yes. When you and her split…All this happened before I got here, so from what I know it's just a rumor," she said cautiously.
"Actually, it's not a rumor. It's all true," I say quietly and look down at the table.
"Oh."
"I really didn't want to quit Glee Club, but Santana is too much, she goes out of her way to-" her fingers are on my thigh.
"I don't mean to be rude, Q, but I prefer not to hear about your experience with…her." She slowly swirls her fingertips across my leg and I can't help but squirm in my seat. "I'm more interested in what you want to experience now." Her fingers make their way up my leg to my waist. "I, for one, am curious about you…and your body." I nearly jump out of my chair when her fingers dance across my lower stomach, but she holds me still. I look at her; she smiles and keeps her fingers moving across my abs and sides.
"No hahahaaa! I'm sensitive!" I squirm uncontrollably and arch my back as I laugh. She giggles along with me and suddenly stops.
"AWWW that was too cute!" she goes after me again, but this time with both hands. I freak and try to awkwardly climb backwards over the back of my chair, she pulls me back down by my wrists. "I'll go slow, I promise," her voice is much more erotic and I surrender. She lifts my shirt enough to slide her hands under and she lightly, slowly strokes my abs and around my bellybutton.
"AH AH!" I curl up, so my face is buried in the crook of her shoulder and neck, she goes for my sides like she's angry with me. "HAHAHAHAAA-" she puts one of her hands against my mouth to keep me quiet, and straddles me. I try to push her off without hurting her…or myself, but she is much much much stronger than I thought she would be. I'm almost embarrassed that I have two free hands and she only has one and she is still overpowering me. She continues tickling me with one hand and I give up my fight and just thrust out of impulse. I relish in the feeling of her hands on me, teasing me, making me want to submit to her every wish. When I gather enough strength to open my eyes, I see her thoroughly enjoying the fact that she is in control of my body. I yelp when she strokes one particularly ticklish ab on my right side and she punishes it. I twist my upper body, but she shakes her head at me with a very sexy grin and I stop moving and take her tickle assault, as best I can, without squirming. I am so drawn by the domination Rachel has over me that I completely forget about the 8inch cock I've been trying to hide for so long, until I feel a tingling feeling in my lower stomach, accompanied by Rachel's fingertips. She's looking down on me with a huge, almost evil smile and all I can do is plead with my eyes. Then suddenly both our eyes widen at the same time. She stops tickling me, I stop laughing, she moves her hand from my mouth, but keeps her other hand flat against my stomach. I want to die, I want to scream, but my body is frozen in this moment. She slowly breaks our eye contact and looks down toward my lap. "Quinn, what is th-"
"I, I…I can explain! It's ju-" she puts her hand back over my mouth and unwraps her legs from around me, revealing what we both felt…my 8 inches of cock desperately trying to come out of my pants. I quickly move my hands over the bulge, but Rachel tries to slap and pull them away, I get up to leave, but she uses her free hand to tickle my abs again, this time with a purpose. I laugh hard against her hand and pull mine up in attempt to swat at her tickling fingers. She looks down at my crotch and she licks her lips. Every time she tickles me, I get harder and more excited. I am weak and ready to do anything she wants…I mean anything, just to get her fingers away from my sensitive spots. She looks into my eyes and senses my defeat and stops. I get up and make a run for it, but stumble when I feel the blood rush to my raging hard-on. I lean my forehead against a bookshelf and hold my cock before I try to walk again. I feel a hand on the middle of my back and I automatically arch forward.
"Don't worry, I'm not offended by it…"
I turn and look at her, my eyes screaming out how vulnerable I am right now.
"I'm actually every intrigued by your body, Quinn Fabray." My cock jumps. "Let me help, it's the least I can do, since I lured it out to begin with," she says in a matter-of-fact tone. She doesn't wait for an answer, she just grabs my hand and presses her back against my front and walks with me trailing her so close that no one can see the bulge of my crotch. I hadn't realized she was tickling me in the library for so long, lunch is already over and it's well into the last class of the day. She pulls me to her car and we take off. I don't know where we are going, but I don't question her. Rachel's eyes are fixed on the road, but her mind is elsewhere, she has a very lustful look on her face and despite my extreme nervousness, I am excited to experience what she has in store.