Rachel can't remember how it came to this. How did she end up sat in her basement with the unholy trinity playing cards against humanity? Not only is the game highly offensive if certain cards are played together it can also become very sexual. It doesn't matter how it happened, it just did and now here she is, with the perfect cards to play. What? Just because she doesn't like the game doesn't mean she wants to lose.
"Dear Sir/Madam, we regret to inform you that the office of has denied your request for ." Santana won't know what hit her when I win this round. There is no way she can beat me. Quinn will give me the black card and Santana will lose a round finally.
"Dear Sir/Madam we regret to inform you that the office of your ovaries has denied you request for teen pregnancy." Okay maybe Santana has a good set of cards but I didn't miss the loom on Quinn's face at the words teen pregnancy.
"What you got Rach? Have I won again?" She's acting so smug. Wait until I wipe that smirk off her face.
"Dear Sir/Madam we regret to inform you that the office of child beauty pageants has denied your request for full frontal nudity." I say it so calmly and nonchalant that everyone bursts out laughing once I have finished. Except Santana. She just sits there blushing furiously. And it's cute. I think I found a reason why I should take this game seriously.
"I never truly understood an erection that lasts more than four hours until I encountered a big black dick." Her blush deepens. One more and I'll stop.
"Porn stars. Bet you can't have just one." Okay this is fun but San looks really uncomfortable now.
I know we aren't out yet and I also know how turned on she gets hearing me say sexual things. Porn star was too much. I should really comfort her. But how do I do that without people knowing something is going on with us?
"Hey S, are you okay?" Britt asks, sounding concerned because we put the game away, tidied up and got into our pajamas and she just sat there. Staring at nothing.
"mmm" She just moaned. Sexually. She sexually moaned as a response to Brittany's question. I knew she was aroused but I didn't think it got to this level.
"Okay, San, you need to leave this room and come back less horny."
"I'll show her to the bathroom." It's the perfect way to get her alone.
Once in the bathroom, I decide to help her. I know it won't take long since she is so turned on and has been clenching and unclenching her legs for the last 30 minutes or so. I pick her up and put her on the sink. Making quick work of her skirt, I can see her arousal seeping through her panties. I pull them off her tanned legs leaving her fully exposed from the waist down. I quickly get to work, attaching my mouth to her clit, sucking and nipping. I waste no time before slipping two fingers into her entrance and pumping at a fat but steady pace.
Her moans fill the air and I can tell she is close. Her hands made their way into my hair and are pulling me closer to her center. On the next tug of my hair, I curl my fingers inside her, hitting her sweet spot and she comes undone.
I was right. It didn't take long. Two, maybe three minutes. I just hope she was quiet enough that Britt and Quinn didn't hear.
As I enter the basement, Britt just stares at me.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" I ask self consciously, reaching up to wipe my face.
"Yes, you do. Your face is covered in Santana."