Rachel Berry woke up early on a late spring Saturday morning with a broad smile on her face. She always did after a dream in which Will Schuester had been making love to her, or even just kissing her gently or holding her hand. Passionate sex was the order of the day that morning, on a tropical beach somewhere, when he came up to her lying naked in the moonlight and fucked her. A rapidly approaching orgasm disturbed her nocturnal equilibrium and she jerked into unwelcome consciousness.
Thank you Will. That was sweet. In her secret life he was "Will," a term she never used aloud in public. She understood full well how dangerous any real liaison with her would be to him. If caught it would destroy him utterly and she could never live with herself if she had played a role in that. His life was teaching and his students, and the end of his career in education would be devastating, not just to him, but to a generation of students for whom he was a light in the wilderness of Sylvester, Figgins, Tanaka and Ryerson. Her crush on him of many months ago was a very short-lived insanity which she deeply regretted and vowed never to repeat with him or any other teacher. She also remembered that when she was sane, calculating and determined she had in fact seduced men a lot older than she, the naïve notions of Finn, Puck, Jesse and Mr. Schue notwithstanding. There was a secret Rachel Berry, and Rachel didn't want that one messing up her carefully crafted Lima persona.
Sticking to her morning routine, Rachel hit the elliptical for twenty minutes. Sweating, she headed for the shower, but felt a presence somewhere between her lower abdomen and upper thighs. Oh yeah, that. She stripped, lay in bed with her legs apart, mentally recreated the scene in the auditorium with Finn, had him last long enough to slide his hand under her panties and stroke her inside and out into the orgasm which she finished with her own real hand. If he only knew what he had missed.
Coming out of the shower, Rachel put on a set of new sexy thin satin underwear, because it felt right for such a glorious spring morning, covering it with a light, low-cut, short cotton dress. She put her hair up just for the change, but also to show off her neck and to look her mental age of twenty, twirled around in front of her full-length mirror to test the panties-exposing potential of her new mini-dress while singing a few verses of I Feel Pretty, and went downstairs to make breakfast for her family.
After she helped her dads rinse and stack the dishes, she returned to her bedroom to put on some makeup and a deep red lipstick. Then she closed her eyes and fantasized about what would happen if she met a new boy today and they went for a walk in the park and he kissed her and touched her breast. She did it to herself, first cupping her breast then rubbing a finger lightly over a nipple to find out what he might feel when he touched her and how it might be for her. She was delighted at how much the satin bra would enhance the feel of a peaked nipple for both a would be lover and herself. Well then, what do satin panties do for a pussy? She pressed her hand against her crotch, first through her dress, then underneath, where a slight damp heat was already evident. God, I could come doing this. Finn or Puck could get me off in a minute. Jesse in five, but for all his ridiculous boasting, I might have to show him how. Will would just have to look at me. Oh, this is so silly. I'm not meeting anyone today. I'm just going to check out some scores at Groman's.