Rachel's breath was coming in heady gasps. Her fingers flicked, moist. Finn stared, his mouth open.
"It says it feels best if you do it suddenly!" she insisted. He groaned, falling back. His girlfriend was laying across her bed, her breasts bare except for the sex tip book covering them. When she'd licked her finger, he had assumed she was going to do something dirty, not to flick through the pages faster.
"Rachel I know how to..."
"Stimulate the areola?" she offered.
"Well, it's not fun when you say it like that," he grumbles. He tried to subtly look past the book. "Can you maybe not read me lines from the sex tips book when we're doing it?"
"Okay, okay!" she agreed. He beamed, and she closed the book, putting it on the bedside table. He beamed at the site before him. Pushing her back on the pillows, he began to bit down on her neck. He was nervous, he could admit, and he knew this part of her already.
She let her head fall back, and his fingers danced down to her breasts. He held his hips, and his stomach clenched. "The book says to relax!" she said, her voice squeaking.
"Rachel!" he groaned.
"What! I changed the line!" she insisted, "Anyway, I read it feels good if you rota-"
"Stop!" he replied, biting down on his lip. She shot up angrily, and he found himself mesmerized with something other than her voice.
"Why? I'm just trying to have a good time!"
"W-wha- Rachel, we'll have a good time no matter what!" He pushed her back on the pillows again. "Stay here," he said, a whiny tone coming into his voice, "Just let me-" He attempted to make his voice tough and confident, like Puck might sound, "Just let me do my thing!"
"Your thing?" she giggled staying where he put her. She was calmer now, her body relaxed. He ignored her, nibbling on her ear. He didn't know what to do with the new territory she'd offered up to him - under her skirt!
He wrapped his clumsy hands around her small breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. He let his mouth join his hands, sucking and biting. She was mewling now, her back arching. "I'm going to clutch your hips again. The book says we both like it," she said hesitantly.
"Seriously, Rachel, if you do it again, I'm stopping!"
"Don't, don't!" she squealed, and he looked up at her from the valley between her breasts. "I'm sorry!"
He smiled up at her again, attempting to calm her down. His hands bumbled down to her little plaid skirt, fumbling with the little clasps. "This is mean," he mumbled against her lips, "I got the bra, didn't I?" She giggled again, her hands joining his to pull it apart. She lifted her hips, and they pulled it down to her ankles.
He slid down her body nervously, facing at her silk undies. "I can do this," he mumbled, and she tightened her thighs in response to the air on her. He linked his fingers into her panties, and dragged them down.
"Woah," he said, looking up at her.
"The book says guys like it bare," she said nervously. He nodded, dumbfounded, and looked back to her pussy. It was glistening with wetness, and his fingers slid between her folds. "Oh!" she let out, "It also says I-!" Finn let his finger slide into her tight hole to shut her up.
He licked down her nub. Without knowing what else to do, he began to draw the alphabet with is tongue. Her hands were pulling at his hair while her hips thrusted up at him. "More!" she begged, and he added another finger, curling them.
"Rachel," he groaned her name against her. He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking hard, and she felt herself exploding, her head falling back, tugging, tugging at his hair.
"Oh," she said, and he slid up to her. His hands wrapped around her waist, holding her tiny body to him. "You were right," she sighed, "You didn't need help."