TRUTH OR DARE – CHAPTER 1

Who: Sam Evans & Quinn Fabray

Where: Sam's house

When: Mid December

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING related to Glee whatsoever.

After Sam's basketball game, they decided to head back to his house to hang out with his family. Quinn enjoyed spending time with his family; they were easy-going, laid back, and so loving…nothing like the nearly always empty home she shared with her mother. Sam's house was also just comfortable to be in, spacious yet homey. His mother and father knew about her rough year and still accepted her; they seemed to like her and had never judged her. Sam's little sister and brother took to her, as well.

They ate a light supper of subs and salads. Quinn was finding it difficult to keep her eyes off Sam; she caught herself smiling a lot. He had thrown on a school basketball t-shirt with a button-up flannel shirt over it and faded blue jeans after the game (big win for the McKinley High Titans, by the way), and she was still in a red plaid skirt and a red button-up shirt with a white tank top on underneath, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Most nights after ball games they would go wherever the party was. She had met him in the hallway outside the boys' locker room after the game; he had walked up to her, pulling her close. She started to ask, "Do you want to go to the party at…" but he cut her off, whispering in her ear, "I wanna be with you tonight, Q." His lips had brushed her ear, then he kissed her so gently. When he called her 'Q,' she basically forgot where she was; hearing his deep voice just melted her, especially when he said her name. He had taken her by the hand, and she followed him to his car. That is how they wound up at his house that night.

Quinn had eased up somewhat on her "no-touching" rule with Sam, especially since he had been honest since giving her his promise ring about not pressuring her and also because it pretty much drove her bonkers when he kissed her. Since having her baby last year, she had been on birth control pills but had not shared that with Sam since they were nowhere near having sex and he had not asked her about birth control ever.

She also knew that their make-out sessions were doing something to him; his breathing usually got heavy but his hands never left holding her hands or maybe on her shoulders and he'd joke about 'cold showers' and there was that one time about a month ago when he had had an unfortunate "accident" though he thought she didn't realize it (he had jizzed in his pants during a particularly hot make-out session).

About a week ago, though, after studying at the library, he had driven to a park and they were kissing fairly passionately in the front seat of his car. She had taken one of his hands that night and placed it under her t-shirt, on her breast but over the bra. She was pretty turned on by his touch and really couldn't stop moving her hips closer and closer to him. She had had her hand up under his shirt, massaging his killer abs, and kept moving her hand lower and lower until she felt the waistband of his jeans. She realized his hips were moving nearly in rhythm to hers; she just couldn't work up the nerve to touch him there even over his jeans.

He hoped he was reading her physical signs right and decided to take a chance…he took his hand away from her breast and took her wandering hand and slowly moved it to where it lay squarely on his zipper. He had kind of moaned quietly against her lips when he felt her hand on his erection and had instinctively brought his hips up to meet her hand almost eagerly. She kind of felt bad about how fast she scooted back to her side of the front seat (he had definitely not been able to read her mental signs about being nervous). She honestly could not believe how hard he was and was kind of worried there might be another "accident." She had been in therapy since giving up her baby to deal with her issues of trust and getting close to someone again and had been making excellent progress, just was still shy, even with Sam.

He apologized that evening; she had said no, it was her, he read her physical signs right, she was just going to have to ease into whatever came next and mentally catch up to how her body felt. Quinn had discussed what happened with her therapist the very next day and finally felt that mentally she was at a place with Sam where she trusted him and would soon be ready to take their relationship to the next level, just waiting for the right time.

Quinn was standing in the kitchen, helping straighten up the leftovers and dishes. Sam had been involved in a lively discussion with his dad and little brother about the ball game. Sam came up behind Quinn, off to her right side, and put his hands on her hips. She inhaled at his closeness and instinctively pushed back into him, her butt against the front of his jeans. He either was already half-hard or something else was pressing into her. Behind her ear he asked, "Do you want to stay for a movie? I think they're watching Titanic." And then he was kissing her where his breath had been, nibbling on her earlobe. Oh my god, she thought, how can I say no to that?

What she did say was she needed to text her mother to make sure it was okay and to let her mom know where she was. "Mmmm…kay," he murmured and sat down at the kitchen table, watching her at the kitchen island. She pulled her phone from her purse and saw that her mom had already texted her. She didn't see Sam sneak his phone from his pocket. Her mom had texted her during the ball game, saying that her blind date was going "very well" and there was "no need for Quinn to wait up for her." Quinn sighed and also thought "ewwww" but went ahead and replied via text that she was at Sam's and was getting ready to watch Titanic and should be home around midnight. To be on the safe side, she also mentioned that Sam's parents were there. She sent the message and glanced at Sam; he smiled back at her. Wait…did he just wink at her?

Her phone vibrated…that was way too fast to be her mother. She smiled at the name: Sammy. She read his message: "You owe me a dare." She quirked an eyebrow up and sent him back a "? ? ?". Quinn recalled that game of Truth or Dare early on in their relationship. It was at a Glee Club party at Rachel Berry's, involving lots of great karaoke and lots of alcohol. Sam had stayed sober that night as a designated driver, but Quinn had had a little too much to drink. He had asked her "truth or dare?" Feeling cocky, much like her old pre-baby self, she had replied "Dare!" He seemed shocked and said "Really?"

Thankfully, she had some sense left about her and changed to "truth." She stared him down before he threw a statement at her. She had entrusted him with some of her innermost thoughts about the not-so-nice things she had done to the current Glee Club kids at the party who in the past she had regarded as "beneath her" and how she felt pretty badly about some of it but had since tried to make amends with them.

She considered this his test, actually…what would he ask her in front of the Glee Club? Could she trust him? He held her gaze that night, at first truly surprised that she had chosen 'dare' (most dares at that particular party had been naughty type things) and relieved when she quickly changed to 'truth.' She was staring him down with a stony gaze; he had a slight smile on his lips but held her stare.

Finally, in a deep whisper that was meant mainly for her, he had asked: "Is it true you have stolen my heart?" She exhaled, blushing, leaned into him, and kissed him fully on the mouth, in front of the entire group. Technically, she did her part that night playing Truth or Dare and didn't really think she owed him a dare, but she decided to play along tonight as she was curious about him being so mischievous and also it just felt like the right time.

Her phone vibrated again. Sam knew he was taking a risk, daring her. He also knew they were growing closer, and she was sending signals that possibly she wanted more from him or maybe even she wanted to explore things further. He was going to be prepared if she totally freaked out after reading his text; if she wasn't ready, she wasn't ready and that was that.

On the other hand, he was afraid if he didn't make a move then they would be stuck in kissing-only mode for who knows how much longer, though she had let him touch her boob over her bra during their last make-out, the entire time he did that he felt her hips gyrating, moving closer to his hips, and dear god he couldn't stop his hips from moving either, aching for any kind of friction. She had kept brushing her hand along the waistband of his jeans that night, running her fingers just under the waistband, teasing his erection, like she wanted to touch him there but just couldn't bring herself to do so. He finally decided to take a chance by moving his hand off her boob and then taking her hand off his belly and placing it right over his dick in an effort to help her (and him). He couldn't help his reaction then, at her touch he needed some sort of friction and had brought his hips up quickly to meet her hand and had moaned while kissing her. He quickly put his hand back over her bra and, oh my god, he could feel how hard her nipple was even though he was still over her bra.

He didn't know if it was because he moaned or moved his hips a little too aggressively (they were actually moving their hips in rhythm, just unfortunately apart from one another), but she pulled her hand away from his jeans and scooted crazyfast back to the passenger side of his car. He apologized and she apologized, saying it was her, she needed to ease into this stuff. He did understand what she told him, he had just interpreted her signals incorrectly. He really didn't see it as pressuring her to do something, more like testing the waters. The one good thing from this whole episode for Sam was he had awesome masturbation material for the next few days, and, although he didn't know that Quinn had discussed it in her therapy, it had been a catalyst for her, as well. So, Sam fully expected some sort of freak-out from Quinn, possibly even needing to take her home, when she read his text: "I dare you to gimme a handjob during the movie."

Quinn read his text, trying to keep her composure in front of him since he just would not take his eyes off her, the only reaction of hers was her mouth opened slightly as she inhaled sharply. She glanced up at him…oh dear god, he was blushing. He appeared to be looking at his phone but his eyes were focused on her. He was biting his lower lip, waiting on her reply. She texted him back: "You are on."

Holy hell, he thought, reading her reply, this was happening! Since he was prepared for a resounding "hell no," he was also prepared for a less likely "yes." He just had no idea how this would go. Earlier in the week, when he first hatched this plan, he had found a tiny sample-sized bottle of Johnson's Baby Lotion in the linen closet at his house (come to think of it, he might have found the lotion first and then devised this plan). He thought if he could get her over to his house after the ball game she might be more comfortable than in his car (kind of cold this time of year) or at a party (too noisy, too many people, too much alcohol and he preferred to stay sober) and he would actually feel more comfortable at his home (even if his parents were in the same room).

When they had returned to his house after the game, he had wandered off to his bedroom, retrieved the little bottle of lotion, and tucked it in his front jeans pocket. He had been trying to read any signals coming from her that evening and she was sending off a lot of them again. When he had stepped up behind her to ask about staying for a movie and put his hands on her hips, she had willingly pushed herself back into him (and inadvertently bumped into that bottle of lotion in his pocket). All the smiles when she looked at him; he caught her looking at him numerous times and just smiling. And, her eyes…her eyes just killed him, he just got lost in them. It was so hard to focus on anything else while he knew her eyes were on him.

He needed to focus right now, actually. His parents had just gone to their basement family room to set up Titanic and air-pop some popcorn. He told them he would tuck in his little siblings and then be downstairs. He got up from the kitchen table and walked over to the island where Quinn was standing, never taking his eyes off her.

"Put your hand out," he said to her in a husky whisper. Even though the rest of his family was spread out around the house, he really didn't want anyone see him hand Quinn the little pink bottle. She held her hand out, and he slipped her the lotion. She glanced at it and then at him, a small smile and a blush on her face.

He said to her, "I'll meet you downstairs in a minute. Find us good seats, Q." He had a hand on her elbow and pulled her close to him over the island and kissed her softly, then more deeply, on the lips. As he pulled away from her, he winked at her again. For as nervous and excited as she was, she still just melted.

Quinn watched Sam wander off to go upstairs. She looked down at the tiny lotion bottle and smiled. Okay, she needed to snap out of this sexy haze that had come over her and get some sort of a plan in place. She wasn't completely clueless about things; she had heard her friends talk about jerking guys off, blowjobs, and other stuff. Recently, she had wanted to get closer to him, to touch him there, and also kind of wished he would touch her there. Sometimes after their heavy make-outs, she had had to masturbate just to take the edge off, so if need be she'd show him what to do. She finished up in the kitchen and stepped into the small bathroom off the kitchen to try to calm down a bit before heading to the family room. She needed to find a place to hide the bottle of lotion as she didn't have pockets and also she had a surprise of her own in store for Sam.

Sam ran upstairs to tuck in his little sister and brother. He got them situated and stepped into his bedroom. He was totally throwing on some gym shorts to lounge around in and also for easier access. He took off his button-up flannel shirt, too. He freshened up in his bathroom and tried to gather his thoughts about what was going to happen.

First of all, he wasn't too worried about his parents noticing anything during Titanic. The family room set-up was awesome with surround sound and a huge projector screen; they loved movies and invested a ton of money in that basement. Also, his parents enjoyed evening cocktails so were well on their way to most likely passing out at some point during the 3-hour movie. Even when they didn't have drinks, they tended to nod off during movies.

Secondly, he was a bit nervous about Quinn jerking him off. He had never had a girl do that for him and was only accustomed to his own hand; he was giving her total control over what happened. He was very familiar with using mind over matter when he masturbated to make it last longer, but with someone else doing it? It was one thing for her to just touch him over his pants but to actually jack him off to completion? Oh my god, he might last 30 seconds. He didn't even know if she had ever done that to anyone; he was thinking no so maybe that would work in his favor. He had of course heard his buddies and other guys in the locker room talk about girls jacking them off and other intimate situations (blowjobs and sex); they talked about thinking about "not hot" things, like Finn hitting the mailman and his mom screaming like a madwoman; he just tried to stay on the periphery of these conversations and then tried to research stuff on the internet. He still had very little idea of what to expect.

Quinn slowly descended the staircase into the family room/basement. Sam's parents always took the dual recliner center-front of the screen. There were three other dual recliners spread throughout the room. She felt it would be odd to take the recliner directly behind them, so she looked at the two flanking his parent's seat.

Okay, she thought, I'll be doing this right-handed so I guess we should sit to the right of his mom and dad. Thank god his parents had been knocking back cocktails since getting home so they were a tad tipsy and would probably actually fall asleep during the movie. They were actually giggling while popping the popcorn in the kitchenette. She saw an afghan draped over the recliner to the right of his parent's recliner and that cinched her decision. She grabbed a big bowl of popcorn and a couple bottles of water. Paper towels too, she thought, and giggled to herself. Actually, the afghan was a good idea, not only to keep things "under cover" but it was a bit cool downstairs. She went to the recliner to take her seat on the right side and noticed a small neck roll type pillow on the recliner directly behind where his mom and dad sat. Perfect! She had a feeling Sam might need something like that from what she had heard from her friends who had done this for boys…sometimes they got vocal at the end.

Quinn sat down on the recliner. She had tucked the lotion in her bra while in the bathroom. Sam's mom was in her recliner, and his dad was fiddling around with the media system to start the movie. They were just waiting on Sam to come to the family room so he could turn off all the lights after his dad pressed 'play.' She glanced over at his dad; since he was facing away from her she felt safe moving the lotion from her bra and tucking it under her left thigh, trying to warm it up.

Sam cleared his throat quietly, standing in front of Quinn. He had double-checked the front and back doors upstairs and turned off most lights upstairs. At the top of the basement stairs, he paused and took a deep breath. He quietly slipped down the stairs in his sock feet to assess the situation. Quinn had chosen the recliner to the right of his parents…awesome. She had even snuggled under a blanket (it was cool down there). Also, popcorn and water and…oh my god…paper towels. His dad was messing with the movie and his mom was already in her place. Thank god for the booze and surround sound, he thought. Quinn was looking away from Sam, over at his dad, and he thought he saw her reach…into her bra…what in the world? That intrigued him. He took a few steps and stopped in front of Quinn, trying to clear his throat. My god, he was nervous and actually trembling.

Quinn turned, and Sam was right in front of her. He had changed into shorts and took off his button-up. He tried to clear his throat and in that moment she saw how nervous he was. She smiled at him, hoping to help calm him down, and took his left hand in her right. "I got us a bowl of popcorn and some water. Hope the seats are okay."

She could tell she was going to have to ease into what he dared her to do; he was actually shaking a bit. Sam asked his dad if he was ready for him to turn down the lights; his dad had the movie ready to go. He waited for his dad to sit down, and Sam killed the lights, leaving only a couple recessed lights on over the kitchenette. He came back and sat down next to Quinn, and they kicked their recliner back. Sam curled up under the afghan with Quinn to keep the chill off them (actually, his parents were cuddled up under a blanket also).

Sam turned to Quinn, "Are you sure about this?" he whispered, feeling for her hand under the afghan. She kissed him on the lips; they opened their mouths and deepened the kiss.

"So ready…let's watch some of the movie for a bit, okay?" She turned toward him a bit and put her right hand on his right thigh where his shorts ended, her hand on his bare skin.

"I am falling for you so hard," Sam said to Quinn. She had sensed his nervousness as he stood in front of her at the recliner and was helping him deal with it. Since giving her his promise ring, that was as close to 'I love you' he had gotten; his feelings for Quinn were growing much stronger. They made small talk throughout the first part of the movie. Sam asked Quinn if she had seen Titanic; she had seen it, although a few years previously. She thought to herself there was a sexy scene in the middle before the ship hit the iceberg and once the boat started going down the light coming from the movie lessened due to the ship sinking in the middle of the night (which would make the family room darker).

About an hour into the show, Quinn realized that much like Sam's parents she was getting drowsy with the warmth she and Sam were generating under that afghan. She had been stealing glances at Sam as he watched the movie; he seemed to have calmed down. She also hoped that the lotion was sufficiently warmed up. Sam had not mentioned it again; she thought he might have forgotten it. It was time to get this started. She snuggled into his right side and started rubbing his inner right thigh, slowly moving her hand up.

He kind of glanced over at her, eyebrows raised, as if to say, "Now?" She kissed him on the cheek, trailing kisses up to his ear. She whispered to him, "Keep your eyes on the movie Sammy." She had her left hand behind his neck, twirling her fingers in his hair, while kissing his neck, his cheek, nibbling his ear, anywhere she could touch him with her mouth though not actually able to reach his lips, all the while moving her hand ever so slowly up his right thigh.

She held her breath and moved her hand up over his hard-on; he sucked in his breath and closed his eyes. Every once in a while, she'd glance at Sam to see if he was watching that movie. His eyes were sometimes on the screen, but sometimes his tongue would sneak out to lick his lips, he'd bite his bottom lip, sometimes he'd close his eyes, sometimes he'd hum. She was slowly moving her hand up and down his erection; his hips were responding ever so slightly. His shorts needed to go, at least be moved out of her way. Quinn whispered in Sam's ear, "Your shorts…" She took the waistband on his right side; he hooked his thumb on the left side. Nothing ever goes smoothly; they started scooting his shorts and boxer briefs down, he lifted up his butt, and they got hung up on his hard dick. Of course. She didn't realize that; he did; she kept moving the clothes down and his dick literally popped out of his shorts. If the afghan had not been there, he would've pretty much been mortified. At least, she didn't seem to notice that that had happened. He felt the afghan against his cock and made a note to himself to try to lift it up a bit when he got close to coming to try to avoid too much of a mess.

Crap, she was whispering to him again, "The little pillow next to you Sam…in case you need to, you know, bite down on something to stay quiet." Bite down on something…what? Oh. My. God. That was the best idea he had heard all night, he thought, along with the paper towels and the afghan. Her breathing had picked up, his too; he could feel her breasts against his arm with each breath she took.

With his shorts out of the way, her hand was wandering around his groin, his upper thigh, oh my god through his pubic hair, she gently touched his nut sack, rolling his balls around a bit, and oh god her hand gently moved up the shaft of his cock. He was concentrating on the movie pretty freaking hard right now, also noticing that his dad was lightly snoring and his mom's head was on his dad's shoulder…they appeared to be out.

Quinn really wasn't sure what to expect when holding him in her hand the first time. She of course had seen pictures of penises but never actually touched one. He was smooth yet rigid and it was hot in her hand, hotter than she expected. His scrotum felt wrinkly to her, a little hairy, and sometimes it would contract and nearly disappear as she touched him there. Sometimes, she could feel his penis twitch in her hand; she'd hear him moan quietly when it did. Then, a little wetness appeared at the tip of his cock, which she assumed was the pre-stuff she had heard about (she learned that from Ms. Holliday's sex ed class...the scouts before the army comes she said and the class had literally groaned and the scouts can still get you pregnant ladies!).

Quinn's left hand moved away from Sam's neck and down to her left thigh to get the lotion out. This was all pretty erotic; she was gyrating again but she didn't think Sam noticed. He was concentrating so hard on the movie that she thought he might burn holes in the screen from the way he was staring at it. She thought he might really start freaking out when they pulled his shorts and briefs down together. Being a girl, she was used to just pulling down bottoms and they just slid right down. When pulling his clothes down, she pretty much just went for it and realized too late that the clothing got hung up on his boner. He sucked in his breath then and she felt him glance at her when his dick just sprang right out. Thank god for that afghan again. It took everything she had to just keep going and start exploring him. His breathing was picking up and his hips were responding just a bit more; she thought he was doing what he needed to do to hold off feeling anything too good yet. She was about to slather him with warm lotion so he'd probably be close to losing control in very short order. She would too, she thought.

He noticed she took her hand off his cock…what was she up to? God, he just couldn't focus on barely anything right now. She was reaching between them, kind of under her thigh next to him. He took this break to try to regain some composure and closed his eyes briefly. He felt her readjust her position, really leaning into him, draping one of her legs over his right leg...

OH-HOLY-MOTHERFUCKING-GOD. Her tiny hand slathered in very warm lotion just gripped his cock at the head, twisted, and slowly slid down the shaft. That got his attention. He had literally forgotten about that damn lotion; she had been keeping it warm all this time. He grabbed her left thigh with his right hand. Damn, her hips were moving again. As long as he could keep his hips from reacting to her hand, he might have a slim chance of holding out for a couple minutes. He grabbed that little pillow and put it on his chest, just in case, then put his left hand on his left thigh trying to tent that afghan up off his dick. Quinn totally noticed when he moved the little pillow up to his chest. She was also very aware of his right hand squeezing her left thigh; he was gripping more tightly every time she ran her hand over the head of his cock so she was thinking he most sensitive there. She was moving her hips with the same rhythm as her right hand on his now very hard cock.

She could feel his hips moving just slightly, as if he was trying not to react. Every once in a while, he was dropping his head back and exhaling, almost humming, eyes closed. She couldn't keep her lips off his collarbone, neck, ear, cheek. She wanted his lips on her so bad, but the way they were sitting it really wouldn't work and she had told him to keep his eyes on the movie. She was actually bucking her hips harder, trying to get him to move his right hand up higher to connect with her pussy. He wasn't the only one getting off after all this. The thought actually crossed her mind, how would it feel if I just straddled him and pushed against his freaking hard dick and we both got off that way ohmygod? She struggled to shove that idea to the very back of her mind because obviously that was not going to happen with his parents sitting 5 feet away.

Sam kept feeling Quinn's hips moving and moving and moving; he finally couldn't control himself from thrusting into her hand. She was still moving her hand fairly gently, probably afraid to be firm in her grip and not knowing how hard to pump him. Somehow in all this, his right hand was sliding up higher and higher on her thigh…was she moving herself closer to his hand? He couldn't be sure; he was getting way too preoccupied with his situation. He turned his face to Quinn, his lips at her ear as she was actually watching him gyrate and was watching herself jack him off since he really had that afghan tented up now, and deeply whispered: faster Q. It was like a switch had been flipped…she firmed up her grasp and really started pumping his cock, hard and fast. His hips were completely grinding out of control now, bucking against her hand, just fucking her hand basically (he actually thought what if it wasn't her hand all around his cock but her pussy….that about sent him over the edge).

He turned to Quinn again and barely was able to whisper to her, "I need to kiss you…" Their lips connected, hot, open-mouthed, tonguing. Suddenly, he felt that fire in the pit of his belly and knew he was past the point of no return. He then stuttered against her lips, "I-I'm com…com…ming…" That pillow was all of a sudden his best friend; he pushed it up into his mouth as he barked out a groan that might've woke up his parents had they not been drinking earlier. He totally blanked out then and as her hand connected with the head of his cock over and over and over again he exploded all over her hand, his belly, and most probably the afghan covering them. Into the pillow, he let loose with a string of mostly incoherent swear words, trying to whisper them out, "holy-motherfucking-jesus-ohmy-fucking-god …Q…Quinn…Quinn…", repeating her name as her hand continued to stroke him.

She was so very thankful that she had thought of that pillow; they would've definitely been caught by his parents because Sam had gotten somewhat vocal and was trying to whisper but was more or less grunting and moaning. She had also noticed that Sam's parents were kissing and kind of squirming around themselves. Dear god, were they doing the same thing? Her mind turned back to Sam's situation and how it was so freaking hot she literally could not believe how aroused she was; watching as she actually beat him off, flashes of his cock in her hand, the feeling of his hot come shooting out of his cock and then spilling all over her hand made her moan as quietly as she could muster.

She was also very glad she had planned a little surprise for Sam to carry out for her. It was about this time, as Sam was riding out his orgasm since she was still stroking him, that he took the pillow away from his face and grabbed those paper towels from the little table next to him. He realized Quinn's hips were still rocking next to him and then her mouth was on his, saying "Please Sammy…"

His right hand had pushed her skirt up and it suddenly occurred to him that she had no panties on, his hand connecting with her pubic hair. His jaw literally dropped open; he was totally shocked. He had to think fast…he quickly cleaned up as much jizz as he could with his right hand because he was going to turn toward her and get her off with his left hand, so he wanted to keep his left hand out of the semen. Oh jesus, should he take the time to get his shorts up? He had no time; she might need the pillow…sounds like she's getting vocal.

"Q, I've never done this for, uh, anyone," he had to confess that to her so he wouldn't look like too much of a bumbling idiot.

He could barely hear her response, she was breathing so heavily when she whispered, "I'll help you…"

He glanced over at his parents to make sure they were not stirring, wait…did his mother just kiss his father? What was happening on the screen? The actor and actress were sweating and the guy was on top of the girl in the back seat of an old car; the guy was trembling…oh my dear god, Sam thought, that was me like 3 minutes ago.

He turned back to Quinn and was met by her kissing him urgently. She took his left hand in her right and brought it to the edge of her skirt, which was now effectively pushed up to her upper thighs. What the hell happened to her panties? He'd find out later. He was suddenly very thankful he had looked at some female anatomy online so he kind of knew where to go but her hand guiding his hand was even better.

She leaned back into the recliner and spreading her knees apart slightly brought his hand down to her very hot and very wet pussy. With her hand over his, she guided his middle finger down into the folds and oh my god she was whimpering.

She tried giving him short instructions into his ear but kept biting her lip: "Feel that bump? Mmmmm…rub it…up and down…circles…fucking tap it…ohmygod…move your fingers down, down, inside, ohhhhhhh…back up to the clit….sam…sam…mmmm…sam" The entire time her hips were moving up and down, grinding against his hand, and then she said the F word, which was highly unlike her but insanely hot with what they were doing.

He kept kissing her as she whispered but was watching her face and how she reacted to his hand. He hoped he was doing something right, and judging by her breathing, the way she was moving, and the way she couldn't string 3 words together he was. She took her hand away from his, gripped the arm of the recliner, and let him finish her off.

She whispered pillow but shitshitshit he couldn't reach it so he said in her ear: "Bite my shoulder Q if you need to…" and she sure the hell did as her entire body spasmed with her orgasm, burying her face into the crook of his right shoulder and neck, moaning, nipping at him.

Damndamndamn, that was the most intense experience I have ever had, she thought hazily. Every time his finger moved over her clit after she came her body just shuddered. She was panting.

He was whispering to her, "Quinn, that was in-fucking-credible…I am so sorry I'm cussing but that's the only word I can come up with right now. I'm so sorry…it was just fucking spectacular Q. Thank you so so much."

He had slowly moved his hand away from her vagina as she was coming down from her orgasm and rested his hand on her exposed thigh. She had seen stars, it had felt that crazy good and hit her like a freight train. She was not even sure what she had said into his shoulder. Her breathing was calming down; she seriously thought she blanked out she came so hard. Opening her eyes, she saw a mark on Sam's right shoulder, had she bit down that hard on him? She glanced over to where his parents sat; yeah, they seemed to be sound asleep. The Titanic was cracking in half and going down.

"We need to straighten stuff up, Sam, and I need to run upstairs and, um, put my panties back on."

He smiled. "Where did you hide them Q?" She told him where they were in the half bath off the kitchen in a cabinet behind some hand towels. He said he had never been so surprised in his life when he realized she was not wearing panties earlier.

They had separated from each other somewhat, and he was pulling up his shorts, she pulling down her skirt. "Quinn, you were the first one to ever do that for me…it was beyond amazing. Thank you so much for trusting me," Sam said to her. He had put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close. He honestly did not want to ever move from that recliner, from being that close to her.

"That was the most intense feeling I've ever felt, Sam, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want more of it." He pulled her close and kissed her sweetly. With her mouth nearly touching his, she asked him, "Do you have condoms?"

He nearly passed out when he heard her question. "Ummmm, just that one from sex ed with Ms Holliday."

He waited for her to respond; she just pierced him with those beautiful eyes. He could barely wrap his head around finding the words for his next question: "Do I need to have more?"

She replied, "I think it would be a very good idea if you had some on hand, so we're prepared for when that time comes." Oh my god, she winked at him! She smiled, knowing he was freaking out on the inside. "If you dare me…"