Sam and Quinn sat at the diner, drinking their coffee, waiting for the food to arrive. Sam was impressed with his extreme luck, getting the most beautiful and popular girl in school to go out with him. Wow!
Quinn had other things on her mind though. Better, bigger things.
He watched her as she pulled off her panties while still wearing her skirt. He stroked at his crotch in appreciation, as she danced for him, showing her lovely skin. She moaned as she fingered at her clit for him, and he couldn't help but grow in his pants.
"Quinn?"
She snapped her head to her boyfriend.
"Your bacon is going to get cold."
"Oh!" she giggled, "Right..."
Bacon was so dirty and greasy. It may seem a bit odd for a pretty, good sized girl like Quinn.
Just like a guy like Puck was all wrong in the right ways for the saint Fabray.
His rough, dirty hands, all sweaty from working out and cleaning pools, touched her body all over, making her feel so alive. The way he fucked her so hard, it made her head dizzy. Yes, fucked. Not made love. Puck didn't make love to girls he really loved. He wanted them to feel the deepest extent of his appreciation of their beauty.
Faster, harder, deeper!
Sam placed his hand on Quinn's, dragging her back to the present. He smiled at her, his hazel eyes looking into hers. She grinned, looking back down at her bacon filled plate. She nibbled on a piece. It was salty, and delicious. Much like Puck's...
Shit! She was going to make herself horny, while eating in public!
"Sam, I... I need to go. I'm sorry."
"Wha..."
She left Sam puzzled, along with a plate of half eaten bacon.
"Fabray."
She spun around, to find the man who'd been all over her mind, and her body.
"Puckerman," she said, crossing over to him flirtly.
Why was she dating Sam again?