The meal is eaten in an awkward silence for the most part, broken every now and then by idle chatter. Sue's many achievements, Kurt's grades, their weekend plans.

Kurt silently braced himself for the repercussions of what he was about to say. 'I can call my Dad and tell him I'm staying at a friends house, you know, If you want me to?' He bit his lip, embarrassed.

Sue gave him an appraising look. 'That would work for me. You can phone him after we've eaten.' She paused for a moment. 'If you want to leave, I won't hold it against you. Last time a man left after dinner I shaved his balls and made him wear it as a hair peace to cover up his disturbingly egg like head, but I like you. And I know that you don't have enough to make a pair of gloves for a fashion conscious possum.'

'Um... thanks?'

'But if you're going to stay you need to know that I won't stand for you making insipid pillow talk, or not telling me what you want and then getting upset. I can't stand that!'

'...Okay?'

'This could work.' Sue said, a satisfied smile spreading over her face as she collected the plates and cutlery. 'I'll put these in the dish washer, you can call your father and meet me in the bedroom.'

Kurt mulled over her characteristically nonsensical comments, before shrugging it off and reaching in his pocket for his phone. He considered phoning his dad but decided to text him instead, not sure he could keep the his voice casual. If he felt a bit guilty telling his father he was staying with Mercedes that night, well it couldn't be helped. He couldn't exactly tell his dad the truth, now could he?

He watched Sue walk down the hall as he set his phone to silent and, after a brief hesitation, got up to follow her. As he stepped into the bedroom he met her eyes, a blush spreading slowly over his face. Her top was laying over the back of a chair in the corner, giving him an un obstructed view of her surprisingly flawless skin and feminine curves.

Kurt worried his lower lip as she crossed the room, running her hands up his arms and reaching for the buttons on his shirt, pulling them open one by one with deft precision. He wrapped his hands around hers, stilling them, and looked into her eyes from under his lashes.

She lent down and kissed him, pulled his hands gently around her waist and slipped the last two shirt buttons from their holes. He stroked up and down her sides, still getting used to the feeling of closeness as she led him to the bed.

Sue pushed the covers down and slipped in backwards, pulling him in after her. Kurt let himself be directed, half rolling onto her as he settled. She took hold of his wrist and led his hand slowly up her body.

His thumb stroked over her nipple as they kissed. He gasped into her mouth when he suddenly felt a hand on his manhood, stroking up and down with a delectable twist at the head.

His hips jerked against her hand and he took a moment to feel embarrassed before loosing himself to the sensation of her nibbling on his neck.

Sue rolled over on top of him, propping herself up on one elbow and jerking her wrist rhythmically. She kissed him slowly on the lips and brought her legs up so she was kneeling over him.

Kurt's eyes were glazed over with lust, his lips spit-slick and swollen. 'Please, coach Sylvester!'

'Call me Sue.' She whispered, as he slipped inside.

The next few minutes were a mess of thrusts and shudders as they rutted together, their skin shimmering with sweat, the blanket sliding down to cover only their legs.

Kurt began to pick up speed, ramming home hard with juddering muscles straining from the exertion. When his orgasm came it felt like an all consuming wave crashing over him and engulfing. He shivered as Sue jerked off over his stomack, cum streaking over his chest in hot lines.

She sagged down onto him and rolled to the side slowly, gasping. Kurt curled up beside her and settled his head on her shoulder. She brushed a lock of hair behind his ear as he drifted to sleep.