Flashback:
Quinn drunkenly entered the hotel room, and Santana hurriedly followed. She could scarcely believe it. Was she about to have sex with Quinn? Princess Quinn? She had always thought Quinn was a lemon who needed to be pressed, but she never thought this would happen. This was not to say that Santana did not want to have sex with Quinn. Far from it. She had wanted this for a while. The memory of going to a bathroom and furiously masturbating after Quinn slapped her was still fresh on her mind. She didn't know what it was but this girl did something for her. Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned around, Quinn had a mischievous grin on her face.
"Santana I have something to confess," Quinn said.
"What is it?"
"When you were doing the Cell Block Tango I saw you tell Tina that her outfit was great but you had a pair of black thigh high stockings for her to wear. I followed you and watched you slip the stockings onto her legs. Santana, I saw her begin to masturbate as you massaged her feet and I saw you two have passionate sex. All because of a pair of stockings."
"Okay. You got me. I'm a lesbian with a stocking fetish who made Tina Cohen-Chang start screaming in Chinese or whatever it is she speaks. Your point?"
"It was just the way you did it. You expertly massaged her feet. You sniffed them and sucked the toes. I assume you only like the feet when they're wrapped in thigh high stockings, and that is cool. They do look sexy."
"They are sexy. And if Berry wore them instead of her stupid tights, I probably would have done the same to her by now."
"Santana, you may be good at getting girls but even you can't get Berry."
"Well, Quinnie, I have you here. That proves that I can do a lot more than you think. Plus, I think you have a thing for stockings, also. I wore these black seamed fully-fashioned stockings to seduce Brittany away from Trouty Mouth but it was you who was checking them out all night. Staring hungrily at my seams as if you wanted to just lick them up and down, and…"
Santana stopped talking as she noticed how dilated Quinn's pupils were.
"Tell you what Quinnie, I'm going to lie down in the bed. If you can make me masturbate I will do to you what I did to Tina."
"Deal."
Santana unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was not wearing any bra or panties. All she had on was a garter belt and her black stockings. She lay down on the bed. Quinn slowly removed her shoes. She pressed her face up against Santana's stocking-covered toes and inhaled deeply.
"How do my stockings smell Quinnie?" Santana asked seductively.
"Wonderful," Quinn moaned.
Quinn licked her lips as she stared at Santana's toes. Bright red nail polish peeked out from under the stockings. She began to rub Santana's soles. Santana threw her head back and moaned. She felt heat rush to her core and juices begin to build up. Quinn must have practiced on her own feet beforehand. Santana's moans became slightly more audible as Quinn began to knead her toes.
"Quinn, you're a fucking natural at this. However, I was going to clean these stockings tonight. Please suck my toes and lick my seams."
Santana almost came when Quinn replied with a submissive "Yes Mistress."
Quinn enthusiastically began to lick up and down the seams on Santana's legs and soles. She then popped each of Santana's toes into her mouth and began to suck them each individually. Suddenly she stuffed Santana's whole foot into her mouth and began to deep throat it. Santana's fingers began to circle around her swollen clit before Quinn grabbed her hand away.
"I want to cum with you, but not now. Now can you please show me your sexy stocking skills?"
"Sure Quinn." Santana was fine with cumming later because she knew she would be most likely wiped right after.
Santana took off Quinn's dress and licked her lips. Quinn was wearing long white lacetop stockings and matching garters and nothing else.
"Where did you get these?" Santana asked.
"Ebay. These are the exact same stockings Leighton wore to seduce Ed on Gossip Girl. Being wealthy does have its perks."
Santana mumbled an agreement as she began to kiss down Quinn's thigh starting at her stocking tops. She then began to remove one of Quinn's shoes. Once the shoe was removed Santana began to slowly massage the stocking covered foot, inhaling its intoxicating scent as she kneaded slowly. Quinn's breath hitched and she began to moan softly while also slowly wiggling her toes. Santana placed gentle kisses on Quinn's soles. Quinn's right hand moved to her pussy and she began masturbating.
"As much as I want you to return the favor, can you please just fuck me? My pussy is dripping." Quinn asked impatiently.
"Sure thing Quinn," Santana said with a smirk. She relished seeing the former HBIC become her de facto sex slave.
As Santana began to get on her knees to give Quinn the best pussy-licking she'd ever had, Quinn stopped her.
"Please do what you did to Tina and foot fuck me. I'll do the same to you."
They both positioned each other's right feet so that the big toe was on their clits. They began to rub each other's clits. Santana grabbed some lube and squirted it onto each other's left foot. They both began sliding their left feet as far as they could in and out of each other's pussies while still working each other's clits. Unfortunately, both of them had not had sex in a while, so in 2 minutes time, both of their bodies began to shake. They began screaming loud screams of pleasure as wave after wave of huge gushes of cum soaked each other's feet. Quinn's head fell back in a post-orgasm bliss. She had never remembered feeling this happy and she had Santana and stockings to thank for it.
"So that's why college girls experiment," she mused.
"And thank God they do."