It's kind of adorable how all three of them show up at her door together, like they're some sort of package deal. Quinn finds it almost endearing, if this still wasn't so weird. She knows it's wrong, but deep down, she can admit it to herself, the thought of having sex with another girl turns her on. She feels like she'll have to spend a long time in the confessional at church on Sunday, and she'll probably be forced to wear one of those chastity belts, but she's still excited. Besides, Jesus is supposed to forgive all her sins, right?
Right.
So she has nothing to worry about.
"Come in," she smiles, ushering them in with a wave of the hand and closing the door behind them. The house smells like pumpkin spice, because she's made an effort. She's cleaned her room, hidden all her pictures of Jesus, and put Lamb Chop on top of her vanity. No, not so Lamb Chop can watch... she's just afraid of getting come on her doll.
After all, she is going to have sex with Rachel Berry. The girl is crazy on a good day, who knows what she's like in bed?
Finn and Sam walk behind Rachel, who is walking behind Quinn on her way up the stairs. Finn and Sam have both done this walk before, but it's new for Rachel. While normally, she would be admiring the decor, today, she admires the swinging of the pleats of Quinn's Cheerio skirt. Sam is also doing the same thing, but Finn is taking the opportunity to stare at Rachel's butt while she's not aware that he's watching, licking his lips absentmindedly as her short skirt rides up her thighs just slightly with every step.
Quinn opens the door to her room and the boys are surprised to see that she's put out two chairs for them, one on either side of her bed. She's really thought about all of this. "A reminder - since Rachel and I are the ones who are going to be having sex tonight, we'll be doing all the touching. All the touching," she emphasizes, letting her eyes travel down to Sam's jeans, just to send a message. Both boys swallow hard and both girls roll their eyes.
Quinn then turns her attention to Rachel, who is standing calmly by the edge of her bed, smoothing down her skirt. "I want to be on top," she informs the brunette, hands on her hips.
"What?" Rachel inquires, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not sure if that's really the best idea, Quinn. After all, you were unsure of this to begin with and-"
"I said I want to be on top," Quinn repeats, in a way that tells her that she is not to be ignored. Rachel obeys, because frankly, she doesn't want Quinn to torture her. Just because sexual repression seems to be the theme of the blonde's life, that doesn't mean that she's going to have a problem learning quickly, just to torture her. And Rachel knows from her own insistence upon waiting for Finn to prove himself to her that sexual denial is the worst form of torture possible.
The boys take their seats and Rachel reluctantly makes her way onto the bed, after she's pulled down the covers. She's still a little internally hesitant about this, but she's determined to help her new friend Sam out, so she's going to make sure that Quinn enjoys herself thoroughly. Besides, maybe if she makes Quinn orgasm, Quinn will want to be friends with her, and all that Rachel secretly wants is a girl she can talk to, about everything and anything.
Quinn gets on the bed, pulling her hair out of its ponytail and lets it fall around her shoulders as she moves over Rachel, swinging one leg over the other girl's hips to straddle her. Hey, if she's going to do this, she's going to do it the right way, because Quinn Fabray doesn't half-ass anything.
Especially not when there are people watching.
Quinn leans down and hesitantly presses her lips to Rachel's. She's aware that it's possible to have sex without kissing but...that just doesn't sit right with her. At first, the kisses are chaste, experimental. Rachel's lips are soft but firm against hers. Her chapstick tastes like some kind of berry (typical), but she can't quite place what it is. Quinn tangles her slender fingers in Rachel's hair, pressing against the other girl's lips a little more firmly as she leans in for another kiss, and they both let out a small, involuntary moan. Two loud grunts emanate from behind them.
Quinn breaks away from Rachel's lips, albeit somewhat reluctantly...wait, what? Momentary lapse in thinking, that's all that was. She turns around and glares at both Finn and Sam. "Would you both keep quiet? It's a total turn off to hear you grunting like a bunch of Neanderthals. If you can't keep it down, you'll be forced to leave...your eyes covered."
Shit, that made it sound like she wanted Finn and Sam gone. What in the hell was wrong with her? Honestly... she needed to focus. On what, she wasn't sure just not... getting so into everything. Rachel wiggled slightly impatiently under her, breaking Quinn out of her death glare. "Eager much?" Quinn whispered, arching an eyebrow as a furious blush crept up on Rachel's cheeks. It wasn't said with any of the usual malice with which Quinn Fabray would usually say something. She figured that that would just be a complete and total turnoff.
Leaning back down, Quinn pressed her lips against Rachel's more purposefully, grinding her hips down into the other girl's gently. It was the first time that she was on top in a situation like this, so she was going with instinct, and frankly, she was remembering what she didn't like about sleeping with Puck, and trying to avoid doing that to Rachel. You know, for strictly humane purposes. It was a-moral to make this bad for the brunette, right?
Letting her hand roam along the brunette's side, Quinn gently pushed her hand under Rachel's sweater, ignoring the sharp inhale from Finn, as Quinn had just officially gotten further with his girlfriend than he had. Splaying her fingers across Rachel's stomach, she moaned quietly as she let her hand roam freely. Rachel also seemed to be enjoying herself, arching into Quinn's touches. Breaking the kiss, Quinn licked her lips and leaned back a little, taking advantage of the distance to pull off Rachel's top as Finn grunted again. Without taking her eyes off of Rachel (she was actually kind of hot), Quinn snarled as she gave Finn the order to turn around. She heard Finn whimper and rolled her eyes. "I warned you. Turn. Around."
Quinn waited for the sound of the chair spinning around, glancing back briefly at him to make sure that he was turned around. "And if you make noise again, I will make you leave, and you won't get to hear what Rachel sounds like when she comes. And just for you, I'm going to make sure that she comes hard," Quinn assured him, before reassuring herself that what she was doing was for Finn and only for Finn.
She could see Finn tense, causing her to smirk as she turned her attention back to Rachel. While she was busy chastising Finn, Rachel had seen fit to take off her bra, and was dropping it to the floor. And shit, Berry had a nice set of tits. You wouldn't know it under all those animal sweaters, but they were actually a decent size, perky and round and – Quinn had the insatiable urge to reach out and touch one. Moving her hand down to Rachel's right breast as she licked her lips, the blonde gave an experimental squeeze, earning a small gasp of approval from the other girl. Brushing her thumbs over Rachel's nipples, Quinn was almost embarrassed by the moan that slipped from the other girl's lips. But Rachel's moans just egged her on more, so Quinn leaned down, closing her mouth around one of the brunette's nipples, flicking her tongue at it and biting on it gently, as Rachel's hand traveled up her cheerleading skirt, her fingers running along her inner thigh, causing Quinn to moan.
Inhaling sharply as Rachel's hand made its way further up her thigh, Quinn's eyes closed as the brunette's fingers brushed over her panties, pushing them aside slightly as she pressed a finger to the Quinn's clit, rubbing it in soft, slow circles. "Fuck, Rachel," Quinn moaned, feeling the wetness building between her thighs as the other girl worked her up slowly. Without any warning, Quinn flipped them over, earning a surprised yelp from the other girl.
"I changed my mind... you should – oh God that feels good," Quinn moaned, arching her back slightly as Rachel's finger switched directions. Rachel gave a satisfied smirk. That would teach Quinn Fabray to doubt her abilities to pleasure someone again.
Licking her lips as she stared down at the blonde before her, lips slightly parted and face alight with pleasure – pleasure that she, Rachel Berry, was causing – it struck her suddenly that Quinn, in all the years that they had known each other, had never looked as beautiful as she did right then. I'm going to make you feel things you haven't even dreamed about, Quinn Fabray.
Almost as if Sam could read her thought process, he gave a small groan. "Sam, turn around," Rachel ordered, whipping her head around as she eased up the pressure on Quinn's clit slightly. "I will not tolerate your unattractive noises ruining Quinn's first experience with good sex," she informed him, watching as Sam begrudgingly turned around. Smiling as she turned back to Quinn, Rachel arched a playful eyebrow. "Now, where were we, Miss Fabray?"
"You were sh- showing – fuck," Quinn whimpered, seemingly unaware that Rachel's question had been a rhetorical one as the brunette gently pinched her clit in between her index and middle fingers, running her thumb forcefully over the pinched skin.
"We'll come back to that later," Rachel assured her, removing her hand from in the brunette's spanks, trailing a row of kisses along her jaw and down her neck, her hair falling around her face as her hand moved to the side of Quinn's cheerio uniform, pulling down the zipper on her shirt and tugging it off of the other girl quickly, reaching behind her to unsnap her bra.
"You're beautiful, Quinn," Rachel smiled, happy that Quinn seemed to be relaxing, watching as she almost melted against the mattress. Rachel slid down slightly, licking and kissing the blonde's right nipple while her fingers lazily rolled and tugged at the other, smiling slightly as Quinn's fingers came to tangle in her hair. She had never one this before, but she was determined to make this experience good for the other girl. So far, if Quinn's slight, quiet moans were any indication, she was doing just that. Releasing the blonde's nipple from her mouth, Rachel traced kisses along Quinn's smooth abs, kissing each one separately as Quinn whimpered with every kiss, bucking her hips up impatiently.
"Needy, Miss Fabray?" Rachel smirked, though she was totally unprepared for the needy, gutteral moan Quinn let out. Honestly, it had made Rachel a little wet, but she was trying to ignore that for the moment. This was about Quinn, and Quinn alone. Growling playfully, Rachel moved her hands to the other girl's skirt, tugging her spanks down with it, almost amused by the fact that Quinn Fabray was lying under her, legs spread, wet and desperate for her. If Rachel Berry was a cruel person, she could have taken advantage of the situation, but she wasn't. Instead, she placed a hand on the side of Quinn's cheek, brushing her thumb back and forth gently. "Are you sure?" Rachel asked.
"Yes," Quinn whispered, almost breathlessly.
Nodding, Rachel moved down on the bed, pushing Quinn's legs apart more as she took one of Quinn's hands, linking their fingers together. It was a gesture of support, that no matter what, she was here for Quinn. Quinn could trust her. Steadying her other hand on Quinn's hip, Rachel leaned in and gave Quinn's clit an experimental lick, looking up to gauge the blonde's reaction. She had never done this before, so she was going to have to watch for Quinn's reactions. The fingers she had down pat, but the tongue work was going to have to go by instinct. Smiling as Quinn's lips parted slightly, Rachel ran her tongue down Quinn's folds, parting them gently, moaning as her tongue was coated by the little bit of wetness from the other girl. Wetness that she was responsible for. The taste was slightly musky, but not displeasurable. Quite the opposite, actually. Humming gently, Rachel focused her attention on the other girl's bundle of nerves, licking and sucking on it gently, gasping slightly as Quinn's free hand came town to tangle in her hair.
"Oh God, Rachel!" Quinn moaned, completely taken aback by how girl Rachel was making her feel, and she had just basically started. This felt nothing like what sex with Puck had felt like. Her hand was moving through Rachel's hair and her lips were parted and sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead. She felt fantastically dirty and sinful, and everything just felt amazing. Rachel was doing this thing with her tongue, licking the skin just around her clit but not going quite where Quinn wanted her to go and shit, this just felt so good. It was like Rachel's teasing was actually turning her on more and more. Quinn let out a loud gasp as Rachel simultaneously plunged two fingers into her wet, slick heat and sucked her clit in between her lips, humming softly, the vibrations sending small waves of pleasure ripping through her.
"Don't stop. Oh God, don't stop," Quinn pleaded, whimpering desperately. Rachel's fingers were thrusting into her fiercely, pulling out almost completely every time before plunging back into her hard and it just felt so good. She was aware of how needy she sounded, and her hips were starting to buck gently against Rachel's tongue, but Quinn didn't care. She had never felt anything like this before and she didn't want it to stop. Rachel was driving her crazy with desire, and she could feel her eyes going dark as her fingers gripped Rachel's hair harder, one of her legs moving up onto Rachel's shoulder, changing the angle slightly, allowing the brunette to hit just the perfect spot.
Quinn was almost screaming, she was moaning so loudly. Rachel was pushing mercilessly against her G-spot over and over and Quinn could feel the heat building in her, her toes curling as the brunette pushed forcefully against her spot, her walls contracting tightly. "Oh God, Racheeeeeel!" Quinn moaned, her back arching as Rachel helped her ride out her climax, easing the pressure of her tongue on her clit until she fell back, limp against the bed, her walls loosening their grip on her finger.
When Quinn looked down, Rachel's eyes were dark with desire and need, and she was breathing heavily. Quinn had never seen anything so beautiful or perfect in her life. The noise that Rachel made when she stuck her fingers in her mouth, licking Quinn's juices off of them, was enough to make the blonde's head spin.
"That was so amazing," Quinn panted, gesturing for Rachel to move up on the bed, catching the brunette as she fell against her, wrapping her arms around her.
"And to think, we haven't even had sex yet," Rachel smiled, giggling into Quinn's ear.
"What was that, then?" Quinn asked, arching an eyebrow.
"That was just me feeling generous," the brunette laughed. "For us to have sex, we have to both come. At the same time."
Quinn wasn't sure if that was actually true or not, but she certainly wasn't about to question it. If Rachel wanted to go at it one more time, well, she was going to go at it one more time. After all, the other girl hadn't come yet, and well...it would be rude for Quinn to not reciprocate, right?
Sitting up, carefully lifting Rachel up with her, she shifted them so that she was sitting cross legged on the bed and Rachel was on her lap. "Let's get that off, Berry," Quinn smirked, pointing at Rachel's skirt. The brunette wiggled off of her lap temporarily to unzip her skirt, pulling it down her legs painfully slowly, giggling as Quinn growled at her.
She felt the blush creep up on her cheeks when Quinn licked her lips at the sight of her underwear.
"Black lace. I approve," Quinn nodded, Rachel's stomach fluttering nervously as the blonde hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them down. "I always pegged you for a white cotton kind of girl."
Smirking slightly as she slid back onto the blonde's lap, Rachel boldly moved Quinn's hand down to her center, guiding her finger slightly before putting her hands on the other girl's shoulders. Quinn's free arm moved to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. "Mhm," Rachel moaned, capturing the blonde's lips in a fiery kiss, letting her finger tangle in her hair. Quinn was stroking her clit in an almost lazy fashion, like she wasn't really thinking about it, but damn that just made it feel even better. Knowing that Quinn wasn't even really trying and she was making her feel amazing was such a turn-on for Rachel. She shivered slightly as she thought about what Quinn's fingers (or tongue) could do when she actually was making an effort.
Tangling a hand in Quinn's hair, Rachel rolled her hips slightly against Quinn's finger, grinning as Quinn moaned slightly in approval. The blonde moved a finger to her entrance, circling it teasingly and growling in approval as the brunette's wetness coated her finger tip. I wonder if she always growls like that, Rachel thought, whimpering in disapproval as Quinn continued to tease. Her fingers were doing a fantastic job of paying attention to her clit, but she needed to feel Quinn's fingers inside of her. She needed to know what it felt like to be fucked by Quinn Fabray. It wasn't a desire that she even knew she had, until right at that moment. Nothing else was important. All she wanted was the blonde's fingers, buried deep inside of her.
"Quinn, please," Rachel whimpered, not liking the smirk that came across the blonde's lips at all.
"Please, what?" Quinn inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"You know..." Rachel blushed, bucking her hips slightly to try and give Quinn the message.
"Say it," Quinn insisted.
Rachel just bit her lip, embarrassed.
"I said say it," Quinn repeated, her eyes dark.
"Fuck me," Rachel mumbled, just barely audible.
"Louder," the blonde commanded, flicking Rachel's clit in a way that told her that she was no longer joking, causing the brunette to whimper.
"Fuck me," Rachel repeated, louder than before.
"Not loud enough," Quinn insisted, circling her fingers along Rachel's entrance painfully slowly.
"Fuck me!" Rachel yelled, no longer caring about her embarrassment as Quinn's fingers plunged into her, her own fingers responding in kind, moaning as she discovered that Quinn was still wet.
"Much better," Quinn giggled. Rachel didn't know why, but that giggle was insanely hot. She had two fingers in her and two of her fingers were in someone else and yet she was giggling. Rachel attacked Quinn's mouth in a hard kiss, all tongue and teeth as the girls fell into a rhythm, thrusting and moaning in tandem as their tongues tangled with each other. Rachel's free hand was fisted in Quinn's hair and Quinn was pulling Rachel close, their hips rocking against the other's fingers hard and fast, neither one of them showing any mercy. They wanted to send the other over the edge, and they wanted to light each other on fire.
Rachel could feel her walls quivering as Quinn pulled back slightly, moving her lips to her ear. Rachel automatically tilted her hair. She was getting deliciously close, and Quinn was right at that same point. They were both waiting for that one right thrust of the other's fingers, just hard enough to make everything go black and hard enough that Rachel would see stars. "Say my name, Rachel. Say my name. I want you to moan my name when you come, okay?" Quinn pleaded, barely above a whisper. Rachel nodded fiercely, and together, they pushed hard into each other, Rachel yelling Quinn's name and Quinn yelling hers as they fell over the edge together, their walls clenching tightly as they both came hard around the other's fingers, panting and moaning heavily.
Quinn pulled them back down as they pulled their fingers from each other. Rachel licked her fingers clean first, her eyes dark with lust as Quinn did the same. "You taste incredible," Quinn panted, which caused Rachel to smile brightly against her neck, wrapping her arms around her tightly.
"We should do that again," Quinn giggled.
"Definitely," Rachel smiled.
It was at that point that two loud "Uhhhhs," came from opposite corners of the room. Both Quinn and Rachel looked up. At some point, both Finn and Sam had turned around and were staring at them with wide eyes and hard-ons that frankly, looked ready to burst.
"You two can leave now," Quinn informed them, stroking Rachel's hair gently.
"What?" The boys asked. Honestly, their synchronicity was starting to get a little freaky.
"You heard me. Get best part of sex is cuddling, and I'm not going to let the two of you ruin that. You've had your show. Out."
Both boys looked at each other, wide-eyed they left the room, closing the door.
Rachel waited to hear them go down the stairs before she burst out laughing. "I totally forgot that there were voyeurs in the room."
"So did I," Quinn admitted, shaking her head.
"So when you said we should do that again...?" Rachel asked, arching an eyebrow as her words trailed off.
"I meant now," Quinn smirked, flipping them over.
It was going to be a long night.