Finn Hudson wondered how he got here. Last year he'd never have imagined he'd be groping Rachel Berry in his bedroom. Had you known him last year, you wouldn't have expected it either. He remembered the other times they'd been on his bed - not often. They usually went to her house.
Finn hadn't been lying to Cheesus - she was kind of a prude. Which, when he thought about it, was incredibly misleading with her whole anti-abstinence thing. Still, he loved her, so he didn't mind fighting the mailman while they kissed for hours. And hours. And if he failed, he managed to come up with an excuse to leave.
So he couldn't believe it when Rachel made him that offer. The only time he'd felt a girl's breasts before were a couple quick feels of Santana's. He thanked Cheesus for a moment before returning to Rachel. His cock twitched at her wet, warm lips kissing down his neck. His fingers grazed her hips, traveling upwards.
His large, awkward hands gripped her stomach. "I love you, Rachel," he said, giving her a crooked grin. He traced a circle around her belly button, and his hands continued upwards.
"I love you too," Rachel beamed, grasping his hands and pulling them quickly to her breasts. He gripped at the sides of her breasts; Rachel was grinding into him. Mailman. Mailman, mailman, mailman...
His hips bucked up towards her. "R-ung- give me a second," She looked down at him, confused.
"Don't you like it?" she asked, her voice genuinely hurt.
"I-I do. Um, stop wiggling please. I-It's just that.. well, uh-" Finn was pink, his hands still resting on the sides of her breasts. Rachel was fidgeting under him, her eyes sad and confused.
"Rach- I'm a teenage boy.." he attempted to gesture to his bottom half. Rachel's mouth formed a silent o. Her eyes were wide and embarrassed now.
"That's okay," she beamed. He took his hands off her breasts (regretfully). She took them back.
"Huh?" he asked. Usually, after a mailman encounter Quinn would be annoyed. But she was kissing him again, as if nothing had happened. He felt his hands inching towards her boobs again. Mailman, mailman, mailman.
Her hand was inching down too, down his stomach. "Rachel?" he said cautiously, fighting to keep his voice calm, "What are you doing?" She was kissing his neck again, her hand still traveling.
"Nothing," she teased, her voice light. Her hand was almost to his hips.
"Rachel!" Finn said when her hand rubbed against him. "Rachel, you have to stop that!" She buried her head in his arm, doing it again. Mailman, mailman, mailman, mailman. She rubbed the heel of her hand across his zipper and his hips bucked. "Oh!" he said, and he found his hips jerking as he came.
Rachel stared at his face, frozen in ecstasy from her hand. She figured she wouldn't wait until she was 25 to have intercourse. Not that he needed to know that yet, of course.