"I hope this screaming orgasm was much more pleasuring."
Quinn's eyes fluttered open and with a sleepy groan she turned reaching over, desperately aiming to press the button on her alarm clock. Six in the morning... Kill me now.
The blond very gradually pulled back the covers and sat up, lazily sitting against the edge of her bed before sliding off and walking to the washroom. It was her routine every morning, wake up, shower, get dressed, and go to cherrios practice. It was ridiculous that her coach Sue Sylvester had the girls practice during the summer but it had become an accustomed norm for her.
Quinn stepped inside her walkroom and to the shower, turning the handle and watching as water poured from its metal head. I hate mornings...
For a moment simply Quinn stood there, enjoying the feeling of doing absolutely nothing before reaching to the bottom of her shirt and pulling it off her sore body. A black skirt shimmied down her legs, then her bra, her morning brain beginning to finally realize something. Where are my underwear?
OH MY GOD
Quinn's eyes widened in pure shock as she recollected her previous night, remembering everything from drinking a sweet screaming orgasm to be sucked on as if she was a lollipop and given her own. The blond rushed to the mirror and felt her jaw go slack as she saw herself.
Several mysterious marks appeared on her creamy white skin, caused by a hungry brunette's plentiful lips. The blond raised the tips of her fingers to each mark, remembering each eager suck that had created them. I really thought that was a dream... Quinn found herself tremble as her fingertips briefly brushed over her sensitive nipple. Did the girl keep my panties? Oh jesus...
An unexpected but welcomed heat began to develop between the blonds legs, causing her to bite against her bottom lip. The fingers against her nipple began to slowly graze down soft skin, making their way past a belly button but stopping before they could reach their destination. Fabray you have practice, get your ass in the shower...
Although dissapointed Quinn climbed into the shower, letting the steaming water trickle down her bruised body and comfort the ache between her legs. The girl would usaully wash her hair in the morning but decided against it, being late would not be part of her sheduele. As Quinn turned the shower handle, watching the drizzle of water become a mere trickle before stepping out of the shower and wrapping her bare body in a thick towel.
I really can't believe that what happened last night was real, or even freaking possible. I am the head of the celibacy club, head of the cherrios, I go to church every sunday and have never let a guy even touch my breast... but I let a complete stranger, that was a girl kiss me... touch me... and totally molest me in a dark room in a club..
It isn't molesting if you wanted it... Quinn reminded herself and groaned in frustration, the towel fell to the ground and Quinn changed swiftly into her cheerios uniform before tying her hair into a ponytail. The shaky blond stepped to her mirror, looking at herself and noticing the darkness shadowed under her eyes. Oh god, everyone is going to know. You just need to keep your shit together Fabray and you'll make it through the day.
The cheerleader jogged downstairs, barely noticing both her father and mother in the kitchen. "Morning Quinnie." Quinn cringed at her pet named from her mother. "Morning." Quinn replied and reached to the fruit bowl in the middle of the table, seizing a banana to eat on her way. "Where did you go last night?" Asked her father, previously reading the newspaper but setting it down to flash her a questioning look. I went to a club, met a girl, then let her have her way with me.
"Movie night at Santana and Britney's." Quinn gave her mother and father her most angelic smile before grabbing her keys off the kitchen table. "Practice, see you later." Quinn gave her father a peck on the cheek and her mother a wave before speeding out of the kitchen and out of the house, her car awaiting a rushed drive to the Mckinley High football fields.
Quinn arrived a whole two minutes late, causing Sue Sylvester to blaze with irritation. "Q where the hell have you been?"
"I'm sorry Ms. Sylvester, I was..."
"Q that was a rhetorical question, because in all honesty... I really do not care."
"Another late and your head cheerleader status will be revoked.. Now get your uptight spankies out there."
As nice as ever Quinn felt herself flush with embarassment her first late and a determined last. Ms. Sylvester had always been a hard ass coach, but they received amazing results in return, winning every competition. This made Quinn find Ms. Sylvester to be her role model, but sometimes even her role model gave her a kick in the ass.
The blond made her way past the other girls who were stretching and flexing their bodies before exerting themselves to the point of no return. Quinn caught sight of her two 'best friends' and felt her pace quicken, anger beginning to make her blood boil. "Where the hell were you two last night?"
Both girls head turned almost instantaneously, their eyes opening wide in awe.
"We got distracted last night and couldn't make it." Santana looked over at Brittany, a secretive smile covering her lips.
Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and felt her eyebrow raise. Her hazel eyes locked onto the guilty looking Brittany who could almost never lie. "I cut my knee and Santana put a bandage on it and stayed with me until it felt better." Confessed the cute blond. "I did text you..."
"Are you sure it wasn't the phone made out of candy?" Santana asked and shook her head before laughing. "It totally was, sorry Q."
Quinn felt her jaw clench but as much as her friends agitated her at times she would forgive them. "It's okay." Quinn gave a sweet forgiving smile and watched as Sue Sylvester came marching towards the small crowd of girls. "Does this look like a Mcdonalds, get your lardy spankies out there and win me a trophy.
The perfect warm sunday morning turned into a rigorous amount of perfectly executed routines, one after another with each girl having a painted smile on their faces. Sue's motto was if your not smiling you'll be crying. After two hours of extensive practice Sue's loud whistle blew three times, signalling that it was the end, and letting the girls with what energy they had left to leave.
Most of the girls were talking and giggling to one another as a group of Mckinley high boys came onto the field to play a game of football. Although Quinn had other things on her mind, throughout every routine she couldn't help but appreciating the devine curves and bare flesh exposing itself. The blonds mind was playing tricks on her and she could almost feel those fingers the previous night running down her stomach and slipping onto her...
"Hey Q, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Quinn snapped out of her pervertidly wicked fantasty world and turned her head, meeting the eyes of an annoyed latina. "Oh, sorry, just tired."
The curious Santana began to slowly smile. "You didn't find a nice piece of ass and hook up?" Quinn flashed her friend a glare. Nope someone found mine.
Quinn tossed her blond hair over her shoulder, not batting an eyelash. "Is my name Snooki? I clearly don't 'hook up' S" I just get nasty in a random room. Totally different
The Latina grinned and Quinn felt Santana's eyes on her. "Something is different about you Q, you haven't yelled at anyone yet."
"That might change real quick." Quinn snapped and turned, making a gasp in surprise as she bumped into an outrageously tall teenager. "Finn, you scared me." Quinn said pressing a hand against her chest. I am not in the mood for this shit, I want to leave and see if I can find that girl...
"I, uh, sorry Quinn." Finn apologized and smiled at both girls and turned red as Santana chuckled before turning to catch up to the blond Brittany. "I was just wondering if you'd, uh, well if you wanted to go out tonight. Maybe get a burger or something?" The pair had been dating for several weeks at this point, although it felt like an eternity.
Quinn contained all of her annoyance, biting back words. Is he that dense that he doesn't even remember that I don't eat greasy food. "I can't, promised my mom that we would go shopping." Quinn added a bit of sorrow into her voice, although ecstatic that she wouldn't have to deal with his wide eyes staring at her all night. The blond could clearly seeing the discouragement on the boys face and gave him a sweet smile. "Another time though." Quinn leaned up on her tippy toes, still barely reaching him and gave him a chaste peck on the cheek. "See you later." Quinn saw the goofy smile brighten the boys face before she turned and began walking back to her car, hoping he wouldn't follow her home like a lost puppy. Ughh boys...
It was later that night that Quinn snuck out of the house and was on her way to the club, fortunitely for her that her mother was taking a blissful alcohol snooze and her father was busy working as usaul. The blond had never felt as rebellious as she did now. Something of that girl must have rubbed off on me... Well something did but... God Fabray you have gotten a dirty mind.
It took the blond over an hour to perfect herself, taking a long shower and using a shampoo that made her smell like fresh strawberries. Quinn was also wearing a summer dress that showed off her long legs and even flourished a bit of porcelain cleavage. I need to see her again, I have been thinking about her all day and god I am going crazy. Quinn could only think about the previous night and her body was reacting to the withdrawl in amazing sex, a wetness had emerged the previous night and had not gone on vacation yet. I never get horny, well except that one time with Santana...
Quinn's thoughts dispersed as she perceived the bar through her windsheild, already feeling her heart starting to beat more fleetly in excitement. I really hope she is working. As she parked the car and got out she couldn't help but feel deja vu, only the night before walking down the sidewalk and into the club, expecting to meet her friends and not make a new one.
Quinn stepped to the door of the club, still determing whether she should or not. What am I doing... It was just sex... Mind blowing sex actually but I can't... God fuck it, I want to find this girl.
The battle with the devil and angel on Quinn's shoulders concluded as she walked into the club, seeing a small crowd of people already enjoying the night. Hazel eyes immedietely scanned to the bar, and then long legs briskly stepped across the club, she saw long brown hair and bit her lip. Oh fuck, its her! The blond took a shaky breath before walking right to the bar. "Excuse me."
The brunette turned and Quinn felt her whole body slump in dissapointment, it hadn't been the sexy bartender from the night before but it was the other bartender who had been there How the hell did I confuse them, this woman has a mole that could out height Mt. Everest. "What can I get you?" The bartender asked and gave the girl a smile before squinting her eyes in concentration. "Hey you were here last night, you must like it here." The woman grinned.
"Uhh yeah sure.. There was another bartender working here last night. You were here last night as well so I was wanting to get her name from you." Quinn felt the girls eyes on her, as if judging her.
"Sorry doll, not allowed." The bartender began to turn to attend to other customers before the determined Quinn leaned over, grasping the womans arm. "Come on, you saw me here last night, I just want to know her name."
The womans eyes narrowed to the cheerleaders hand on her arm. "No matter what you say, I'm not saying a thing." The bartender gave a threatening look towards the blond and Quinn felt her eyes returning the look. "Fine." Quinn said finally, releasing the bartenders arm and watching as the woman ran a hand tenderly over her arm. Quinn began to walk away, displeasure filling her head. The search is over before it even really began.
"By the way blondie, she quit this morning." Quinn turned her head to the bartender and nodded. "Thanks anyways, I guess."
As the dissapointed Quinn walked out a hand caught her arm. "What the hell." Quinn snapped, circling around and facing her offender, seeing a frightened expression on a large mans face. Wasn't he the guy from last night.
"Sorry, just wanted to say I think I heard that her named was Raylee, Rebecca, or something like that... Don't kill me." The older man stuttered. The blonds eyes softened to this new information and gave an apologetic smile. "Thanks." Quinn passed by the man and out the door of the bar. "So I am looking for a Raylee or a Rebecca. How useful." Quinn growled and walked back to her car, her beautiful looks wasted on a bartender and a bald old man.
It was nearly eleven before the cheerleader arrived home, parking her car and stepping out tiredly. It was the first day of school the next day and she was dreading it. She had been the head bitch the previous year but detested new students, pushing themselves into cliques and aspiring to become popular, or try to take her place as head cheerleader. Even worse Quinn had been heated all day, wanting nothing but this girls hands and lips on her body again and again.
Quinn slipped through the front door, and very quietly walked through the darkness, managing to go up the tall staircase until reaching her room and closing the door behind her.
Quinn didn't bother turning on the lights but reached for her dress, taking holds of the edges and pulling the thin material off. So wasted. Quinn sighed and fingered the edges of her underwear before slowly sliding them down her slim legs. The blond walked to the edge of her bed and climbed into her bed, pulling over the warm covers. Quinn was exceedingly tempted to give herself her own dose of pleasure to relieve herself but found her tired and aching body falling asleep, pulling her into a welcomed dream.
"God baby... Your so fucking wet." Quinn felt the brunette's warm breath against the side of her neck and the tips of fingers grazing between her throbbing legs. "I bet you missed this, one day was almost too much for me." The girls fingers began to slowly stroke, causing her lips to escape a soft whimper. "Will you let me fuck you baby?" Quinn nodded her head and moaned in want as a finger covered by her excitement traced her entrance.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Quinn's eyes opened, realizing it was a dream and made a groan in frustration. The blond could almost feel the ghost of the girls fingers between her legs and it wasn't her imagination that there was wetness seeping from between her legs and onto the sheets of her bed. I need to solve this problem right now. The unexperienced blond ran her hand against her bare breast, a nipple brushed over the palm of her hand and making moan softly before gliding on down the smooth skin of her stomach and between her legs, just barely grazing her own unstable sex before...
"Quinnie dear, ready for your first day of school?" Came a voice just outside her door, the door knob turning. FUCK
A/N - Thank you everyone for all your reviews, it was an unexpected surprise but extremely welcomed by me. It gave me mad inspiration and I have some future naughtiness prepared for the story already. It won't just be sexy times, but Quinn has a dirty mind if you haven't noticed so it shouldn't be too hard to add some in :P. The next chapter should be up in a few days, depending on how long I make it. Once again thank you for everyone who wrote reviews, story alerted, added me or the story to their favorites. I feel mad happy seeing that everyone likes my story. Get ready for the next chapter :P