Whoa, those reviews were absolutely outstanding! Again, totally in awe of all of you reading and commenting on this, so again, thank you! The strap on fetish seemed to go over nicely, so I'll try to do something else with that kink soon! Anyhow, this idea was suggested by kid1025, so big thanks to for the brilliant idea, and as always, please read, review, and enjoy!
"If you could only see, the beast you've made of me, I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free..."
"I bet nothing has changed in the slightest, I mean it, I bet you everything is still the exact same as we left it."
"Yeah, well, we won't know until we go in, now will we?"
Santana groaned as Quinn intertwined her fingers into the tan ones and began dragging the body attached to them along after her own, the two of them slowly walking up the concrete stairs and reaching the door as they both sighed.
The two girls had returned to Lima, Ohio to attend the class of 2012's ten year reunion, having driven in all the way from New York to make the "special" occasion. The whole thing had been Quinn's brilliant idea to begin with after receiving the e-mail from their class president, the blonde having gotten excited over the idea of reuniting with her old cheerios and friends as she had squealed and automatically RSVP-ed them. Santana on the other hand had been less than thrilled at the idea of returning to her hometown, much less McKinley High, the brunette only agreeing to go after Quinn had promised to have the dirtiest, kinkiest sex of their lives with her.
"You ready for this?" Quinn asked excitedly as her hand gripped the door handle, Santana running her nail along her eyebrow before patting her lip gloss one last time.
"Whips and chains?"
"Ugh, Santana-"
"Whips and chains?"
"Yes! Whips and chains!" Quinn groaned loudly as she narrowed her eyes, Santana shrugging as she pointed.
"What, you said-"
"Yeah, I know what I said, and if you keep annoying me about the whips and chains I swear you won't live long enough to use them."
"Oh you know how turned on I get when you get all riled up," Santana teased as she leaned in for a kiss, Quinn grinning as she rubbed her nose against her girlfriend's.
"I know, which is why the sooner you take me in the sooner I get to use that leather cat suit I bought in secrecy and hid under the bed."
"For real?" Santana asked in shock as her eyes widened and brow rose, Quinn shrugging and playing naïve as she grinned sweetly.
"Dunno, behave yourself and we'll see." Santana tried to gather her wits as she straightened up, tightening her grip on Quinn's hand and pushing open the door as she led them in.
"After you, my darling."
"Why thank you," Quinn cooed as she smiled, squeezing her hand back and stepping inside as they entered the building.
It was as if they had reversed in time as the two girls stood there in the halls of McKinley High, looking around them in fascination as they noted their setting. The walls were still the same color, covered in flyers about the pep rallies and club meetings while the lockers shined in the light as if never having been used. Santana could still see the janitor's closet she used to make out with Quinn in down the hall on the right and she smiled at the memory as she looked over to the girl who stood beside her, the blonde seeming to have remembered the same memory as she shared her laugh.
"You were right, it's the exact same," Quinn sighed as she turned her head a little and grinned, "Like time has just stopped or something, it's-"
"Eerie? Creepy? Something you would see in a horror movie?"
"I was gonna go with fascinating, but I guess that works too," Quinn replied un-amused as she looked around, Santana snorting and browsing around herself before she stopped suddenly as her eyes noticed something.
"Maybe its not," she said quickly as she let go of Quinn's hand and walked toward the trophy cabinet, the shelves seeming to look a bit fuller as she knelt down to look.
"What is it babe, what'd you find?"
"Well I'll be damned, look at this," Santana laughed as she pointed to the back of one of the shelves, Quinn joining her and peering in as they stared at a picture frame, "The glee club finally took nationals."
"About time," Quinn mumbled as she tapped the glass and snorted, the picture of 12 smiling faces looking back as they stood proudly around their trophy.
"I wonder if he's still here," Santana thought out loud as she scanned the other frames and trophies in the cabinet, rolling her eyes at the ones engraved to Sue Sylvester as Quinn answered.
"Yeah, I think so, probably," Quinn nodded as she stood back up, "We could always go see."
"No really hun, I'm good, I was in that choir room enough as it is in high school, I don't need to relive all the 'joy' and 'glee' again," Santana joked, Quinn eyeing her sarcasm as she pulled on her hand.
"Oh come on, let's just go, for old time's sake," she begged, Santana grumbling as she tried to hold her place on the tile and weigh herself down, "Please? Oh please, for me?"
"Quinn, really? I mean you already got me to drive all the way home, to bumfuck U.S.A, come back to this hell hole, re-visit this torture chamber, and force myself to smile and pretend to care about a bunch of people I don't. Haven't I done enough for you?"
"I'll make it worth your while," Quinn sang as she slowly slipped her hands up to her chest and began undoing the thin sweater she had on one button at a time, tugging on the fabric and letting it fall off her shoulders tauntingly as she teased Santana with the porcelain flesh that had laid beneath it, "Pretty, pretty please? Pretty, pretty please with cherries on top?"
"With cherries and Santana on top?" the brunette asked greedily as she licked her lips, Quinn shrugging and twirling the slender garment teasingly as she began walking backwards to the choir room.
"Maybe, maybe not, who knows," Quinn cooed as she inched further down the hall, "But maybe if you come you'll find out."
"Fuck, fine, but you better get fucking naked and serenade me or something," Santana agreed as Quinn nodded and turned around, skipping off down the hall as she squealed for Santana to join her.
The two found the door to their old choir room and jangled it to see it was surprisingly unlocked, Quinn pushing it open and staring around the dark room as she was hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia.
"This is crazy," she whispered to Santana as they scanned the classroom over, the chairs, music stands and even piano still in the same exact place they had left it, "I mean just…wow."
"This is fucking eerie," Santana objected as she looked at the chalk board to see 'Passion' written on the board, snorting to herself and guessing the class must have been preparing songs for sectionals having to deal with the emotion, "Can we go now? Haven't you seen enough?"
"Oh calm down, this is fun," Quinn smiled as she sat down at the piano, "It's just like old times only better, no Berry!"
"Amen to that," Santana muttered as she lifted her right hand in the air, crossing her arms and leaning against the large piano as Quinn hit a few keys, "Can we at least turn a few lights on? 'Cause I've seen movies about this kind of shit and guess what babe? They don't make it!"
"Would you relax, no one's gonna get us ok? This is Lima, not Lima Heights Adjacent."
"Ok, are you being racist right now? 'Cause I will get all up on yo ass here if so," Santana joked as she raised her hands in the air and bucked at Quinn, the blonde laughing as she swatted at her girlfriend and continued striking the keys.
"Stop it, you're so ridiculous," she sighed as she tapped her nails delicately, "Anyways leave the lights off, I don't want to bring any attention to the room or for anyone to see we're in here right now. I like it just being us."
"Then why didn't we stay home? God Fabray, you could've had me there!" Santana whined as she threw her hands up, Quinn glaring at the brunette as she pursed her lips.
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah, aight," Santana nodded, "But at least let me turn on the dimmers or something, I can barely make out your face and it kind of freaks me out to no end."
"What, afraid I'll magically shape shift into Mr. Schue?"
"I was actually picturing Coach Sylvester, but yeah, that's just as equally horrible too," Santana shrugged as she walked over to the light switch and flicked up the last one, a faint buzz coming from the lights above as the room was faintly brightened, "Now, see? Just enough light so I can watch those hands of yours go to work."
"Mmm, you like it when I hit the right key don't you?" Quinn asked teasingly as Santana finally joined her on the piano seat, the two of them playing a few random notes as the brunette nuzzled her neck.
"I love it when you hit the right key baby, especially the one between-"
"Do you realize all the stuff that happened in here?" Quinn interrupted as she began looking around, Santana bummed she had been cut off and furrowing her brow as she waited for the blonde to elaborate, "I mean all the things that we all went through? The breakups and make ups…"
"Baby daddy confessions and sexual orientation declarations," Santana finished annoyed as Quinn smacked her arm playfully, giggling a little as she sighed.
"Well, yeah, that too," she smiled, "But I mean just-all of that, all those things that practically changed our lives all happened here."
"Yeah, but then there are those things that didn't happen in here too," Santana noted, "All the times someone should have smacked Berry down, all the solos Kurt sang that only dogs could hear…"
"You're awful, Santana, just awful."
"What, you're laughing!" Santana pointed out as she tried to defend herself, Quinn trying her best to hide her smile as she shook her head and played it off, "Just saying that, of all the things that did go down, there are a few moments I wish had."
"Like what?" Quinn nudged as she leaned in closer and smiled, Santana noticing the subtle shift in her demeanor and licking her lips as she spoke.
"Well, for one thing, there were all those fantasies I had involving a number of people from glee club being made to do dirty, awful things in this choir room."
"Really now?" Quinn asked in awe as she feigned ignorance and listened intently, Santana eyeing her girlfriend and shifting her focus to the dance bar and old mirrors that rested in the corner as she pointed.
"I always imagined having Mike Chang stay after class one day to 'teach me a few dance steps,'" Santana nodded, " And then to thank him for being oh so helpful, I'd let him ravish me up over the balance beam and watch in the mirrors as he fucked me."
"Santana, that's just naughty," Quinn scowled as she shook her head and tried to pretend she disapproved, pretending the flush covering her cheeks was from shock as she felt a sensation begin throbbing between her legs, "Does it get worse?"
"Oh that's not even half of it," Santana dismissed as she pointed to the chalkboard, "Whenever Mr. Schue would write his word of the week on the board, I would always picture him and Mrs. Pillsbury acting out that adjective against the chalkboard. I mean I'm talking like chalk dust flying, yellow handprints on her little ginger ass, vest ripping kind of fucking."
"Santana, my God!" Quinn squealed as she gasped, "I mean I knew you were kinky but babe…"
"Please baby, I didn't even get to the part about fucking you on the piano," Santana smiled as she narrowed her gaze, Quinn's skin flushing a shade brighter instantly as she blushed deeply.
"Oh really? Well then, tell me, how does it go?"
As Santana prepared to fill Quinn in on her dirty teenage fantasy the noises from their giggles had already filled the hallway, the one and only Noah Puckerman having overheard them as he wandered down the hall for the bathroom. He had recognized Santana's laugh instantly and had smiled as he followed it, his heart fluttering a bit as he smiled. He had yet to see his first girlfriend the whole night and had doubted whether she had showed or not, following the sound of her laugh and hurrying down another hall before stopping. He looked at the door in front of him in confusion as he questioned where his feet had led him, slowly approaching the door as his eyes strained through the darkness of the room while trying to make out the shapes on the other side of the glass pane. He could faintly see Santana sitting at the piano and was just about to open the door to say hi when he saw a blonde figure with her, curiosity of the stranger's identity stopping him from barging in as he watched them interact and wondered who it was.
He hadn't talked to his former flame in years but had heard she had been living in New York, Puck licking his lips when he remembered she and Brittany had broken up before that had happened. His mind began to race as he thought about the two of them seeing each other again for the first time and years and hoping their reunion had sparked a hot make-up make-out session, Puck lighting up instantly as he remembered the small storage closet that was connected from the hall to the choir room and began looking around to seeing the door to it. Quickly darting down the hall he slowly opened it up and scooted inside, closing it as silently as possible and turning around to find the door that led to the choir room. Moving past boxes of sheet music and racks of chairs Puck finally saw a small sliver of light and followed it to find another glass paned window, peering through and squinting once more as he tried to listen to the voices currently speaking.
"…so it starts during glee club, you earning your first solo for sectionals but not being able to quite hit the high note in your song," Santana explained as she slid up off the bench and stood, walking around Quinn and resting her hands on the blonde's petite shoulders as she continued on, "So naturally, you ask me for help, seeing as we did win when I sang Valerie and all."
"How could I forget?" Quinn asked flatly as she leaned back to look up, Santana grinning down seductively as she moved her hands lower down the blonde's shoulders, "Tell me more."
"Well…" As Santana continued with her story Puck continued to stare, his eyes widening in shock as he finally caught a glimpse of the mystery blonde sitting beneath her: Quinn Fabray. He watched in astonishment as his other former lover, and baby mama, flirted it up with Santana, the two of them touching and caressing each other so tenderly that he was positive they were fucking.
"Anyways, we stay after that day, me in my Cheerio skirt, you in one of those innocent, sweet little polka dotted baby doll dresses that you used to love so much," Santana described as her fingers ran along the straps of Quinn's current dress, sliding them down her shoulders smoothly as her hands headed for her neck, "First I make you do a few runs, really stretch out those vocal chords…"
"And then?" Quinn cooed as Santana's fingers ran down the dip of skin between her neck and chest, tracing over her collar bone and heading lower as she sighed, "Then what?"
"And then, I sit you down at the piano, just like we are now," Santana whispered as she lowered her head and let her lips graze against Quinn's ear, her breath causing the tiny hairs on the blonde's neck to stand as Santana's fingertips began running over the peaks of her breasts, "And we play a few notes to get you started." Santana's fingers teasingly pinched Quinn's nipples through the material of her dress before quickly moving away and sliding down the blonde's arms, a small gasp escaping from Quinn's lips at the taunting move as Santana intertwined her fingers with her girlfriend's.
It wasn't just Quinn who was getting slightly aroused by Santana's movements as Puck watched the two girls from his place in the storage closet, his body heated and heart pounding in his ears as the bulge that had formed in his jeans grew more and more uncomfortable. He had been praying to grilled cheesus for years for something like this to happen to him and finally, finally he was getting his wish, his hand absentmindedly sliding down towards his crotch and rubbing the expanded material of his jeans as he grunted and watched.
"Then what happens?" Quinn was asking as Puck zoned back in to the two girls, the blonde's voice cracking and nerves on edge as her body pulsed and eyes shifted to meet Santana's, "Between us? What happens next?"
"Well then, then I help you learn your song, like this," Santana murmured as she began hitting the keys with her and Quinn's fingers, her lips pressing against Quinn's goose bump covered skin as she left a trail of kisses from her neck down to her shoulders, "But then as we were playing things would begin to escalate."
"Oh yeah? How so?" Quinn enticed as she closed her eyes and held back a groan, leaning her head to the left and giving Santana full access to her body as the brunette moved her mouth lower.
"Well, I'd become hypnotized by you, by your…passion, and whatnot," Santana mumbled into Quinn's clavicle as she nipped at the skin covering the bone, Quinn's fingers squeezing Santana's as she exhaled heavily, "And you'd become irresistible to me, as if I had to have you right then, right there."
"So what-what would you do about it?" Quinn lured as she closed her eyes, her mind running rampant and imagining the various scenarios as she squeezed her thighs together tightly, "To me, what would you do to me?"
"I'd stop you in the middle of your song, and yank your body towards mine," Santana answered as her hands gripped Quinn's and she spun the blonde around on the piano stool, now facing her girlfriend and delighting in the surprise on her face as she brushed her mouth against hers, "Then I'd push you up against the piano and rip that pretty little dress off, spread you open and pin you down while I fuck you senselessly into oblivion." Quinn could only stare hungrily as she licked her lips and waited for Santana to lunge at her, bracing her body for the impact as she squirmed in place.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked her girlfriend as she began to breathe heavily, "Do it, now."
"Do what love?" Santana teased, pulling her hands away from Quinn's and running them up the blonde's forehead as they pushed away a few stray bangs, "What do you want me to do?"
"Don't toy with me Santana, you know what I want," Quinn growled out as she looked up desperately, her eyes darkened with lust and aggravation as she spoke, "Now, Santana, I want you now."
"Tell me one more time baby, in detail, just to refresh my memory," Santana chided as she bit Quinn's lower lip, her girlfriend releasing a growl as she jerked the brunette's face up so they were eye to eye.
"Fuck me, now," Quinn demanded lowly as she panted, Santana already biting the skin of her neck as she pushed her back against the keys.
Puck had been watching in a heightened state of lust and was almost positive he had came at the sight of Santana ravishing Quinn against the piano, the tightening in his jeans now painful as he bit back a groan. Looking around the closet and making sure he had locked the door and that no one was in sight Puck slid back into the shadows while keeping his eyes focused on the girls, grinning to himself as he slid his hand down to the swell in his pants and began undoing the zipper. His throbbing member fell out immediately as Puck moaned and grabbed the shaft, wrapping his palm around his hardened cock and jerking it quickly as he cursed in satisfaction and relief.
Sucking and tugging on Quinn's mouth Santana's tongue was busy running all over the blonde's lips that were pressed between her own, yearning and scrambling to have as much of her girlfriend as she could while she nibbled and bit at Quinn's puckered mouth. Her hands had become lost and tangled in Quinn's hair as they firmly gripped and tugged on the now knotted strands, Santana pushing Quinn's mouth into hers and devouring every inch that she came in contact with as they both clawed at the others flesh. The power of the brunette had forced Quinn on top of the piano keys as her bottom and thighs banged and clanged against the keys with every move she made, the sour notes and painful noises drowning out the grunts that were beginning to fill the storage closet.
Puck had begun wailing away on himself eagerly as he pumped his dick back in forth in his hand, trying to maintain a steady speed but growing more and more excited with every moan the girls made. He could feel his cock beginning to jerk wildly in his hands as his veins throbbed and head pulsed, trying his best not to cum yet and gripping the base firmly as he tried to slow it down by dragging his palm down his length and steadied his breathing. He knew they hadn't even begun to get to the best part yet, no fucking way, and he was waiting impatiently for the real show to begin, flicking his thumb across his tip to keep him excited but only massaging himself a bit as he watched hungrily.
While their mouths stay locked their bodies had become a different tangled mess, Quinn with her legs spread apart and wrapped around the brunette's waist as she wiggled and moved against her. Santana had pushed her own body against the blonde's while her hands frantically searched for their way onto any part of Quinn's skin, moving up the smooth flesh of her girlfriend's legs and pushing up the hem of her dress as she desperately tried to find the heat of Quinn's body. The blonde was busy keeping her own limbs preoccupied as her arms had wrapped around Santana's neck comfortably and begun pulling the other girl down into her, her hands resting at the back of the brunette's neck as her nails dug into the flesh that lay at the base of Santana's scalp.
Moving her fingers carefully Santana let her nails drag slowly up Quinn's thighs as they pushed up the bottom of her dress, finally reaching the string of her panties that was resting low on her hips as both girls grinned devilishly.
"Baby, you know how I feel about these things," Santana whispered as she forced her fingers over the thin string of material and began jerking it down, her movements against Quinn causing the keys to erupt with music as she yanked the wet panties down the blonde's thighs, "I hate it when you put these on."
"But I love it when you take them off," Quinn replied sweetly as she batted her eyes, Santana letting the soaked garment rest around Quinn's knees as her hands resumed their place.
The sight of Quinn being fondled by Santana with her panties still stuck around her knees was more than Puck could bear as he dick pulsed painfully, his hand instantly yanking and tugging on the swollen member with a few rough jerks as he orgasmed as silently as he could in his palm. Cum trickled down the tip and through his fingers as he tried to catch his breath and licked his dry lips, leaning against the wall and swallowing hard as he blinked through the spots.
Moving over the tops of her legs and towards the inside if her hips Santana's fingers caressed and massage the soft skin between Quinn's thighs, a small gasp echoing out as Quinn felt Santana reach what she could no longer hide. Quinn felt her cheeks grow almost as warm as the puddle between her legs as Santana met her gaze with a smirk, the brunette teasingly running one finger up her soaked slit as Quinn leaned her head back to moan.
The sounds of Quinn's moaning had brought Puck back to reality as he looked up to see the blonde writhing around on the piano, the movement of her legs and ass against the keys causing an awful sound to erupt from the instrument as she squealed on top of it. Her tits were bouncing as they strained against her dress and Puck could almost see between her legs as Santana continued to pry them apart, Puck feeling an all too familiar aching between his legs as he looked down to see his dick ready once more. Deciding to pace himself for the ultimate release Puck merely stroked his cock lightly as he tapped his tip, watching Santana continuing to finger Quinn and panting in silence.
Again and again the pressure of Santana's fingertips sent bolts of pleasure up Quinn's lower body as the brunette rubbed and caressed the blonde's slit, Santana's finger now coated with her girlfriend's eagerness as Quinn tried to move in rhythm with Santana's motion. Her breathing was all over the place and her mouth was releasing whimpers of anticipation as Quinn tried and failed to silence herself, clenching the material of her dress that was gathered around her waist and begging for Santana to finally touch her as she whimpered.
"San-Santana please," she croaked between short breaths as the brunette's nails darted between her lips then back out, "Please, please, I want you to-I-I want you…mmm San…"
"How bad baby, how badly do you want me?"
"So badly, I want you so fucking much," Quinn pleaded as she wiggled in her spot, a few light notes filling the air with her hungry cries as she whimpered, "Please San, more."
"How long have you wanted this, Quinn? How long have you been fantasizing about this?" Santana taunted as she let one finger push deeply between Quinn's lips before pulling out evilly, "I bet you've wanted me to fuck you like this since sophomore year, haven't you baby? Just been dreaming about this day."
"Santan-oh God San, yes," Quinn begged as she moved her hips forward, Santana moving her finger back up and then down as she repeated the movement, "Yes, yes, oouh yes."
Again and again Santana rubbed Quinn's slit up and down, quickening the pace and the pressure as she dug her finger a little farther and farther into the lips of the blonde.
"Mmm yes, yesss," Quinn hissed as she arched her back, her eyes closed and elbows resting on top of the piano lid as she used her strength to roll her hips into Santana's finger, "Jesus Christ, yes." Santana smiled at the reaction as she let her fingertip delve deeper into Quinn, the sound of the girl's juices mixing with her touch causing them both to moan. Quinn had started to buck her hips in rhythm of Santana's movements, the brunette no longer able to take it and using both fingers to spread open Quinn's gleaming lips as her fingers found and began to flick her clit. Throbbing and tender, Santana slid her fingers around the bundle of nerves and lightly pinched the raw bud of tension before moving her thumb to tap it, stroking it soft and sweet as she heard Quinn response.
If Quinn hadn't lost her mind before it was more than gone now as she saw nothing but white light, a shout erupting from her lips as her body wrenched in the air. She was moaning and moving her body as she tried to rub her clit against Santana fingers for more, throaty whines and whimpers echoing loudly as she shook her hips.
Puck's resistance had once more been weakened by the sight of little Quinn Fabray bucking against Santana's fingers, the howls and jolting of her body as it thrashed around causing his own movements to speed up. He was cursing and grumbling as he tightened his fingers around his cock, trying like hell to last longer but becoming overwhelmed by the sight of Santana biting Quinn's neck.
After a few more moments of toying with Quinn's clit Santana was ready for more, keeping her fingers moving but pulling away as she rested her forehead against Quinn's.
"Mmm, you ready for more babe?" Santana asked as she managed to free her mouth from Quinn's, the blonde only able to nod as she kept her body's pace steady.
"More, mmmore," Quinn whined as her breath caught in her throat, Santana returning back to her mouth as her fingers moved. Keeping her thumb on Quinn's clit Santana moved her two fingers down toward the opening of Quinn, the spot slick and ready for Santana as the brunette rubbed her finger around the area. She waited another moment and deepened her kiss with Quinn before gently pushing her first finger inside, Santana teasingly plunging her finger inside of Quinn agonizingly slow as the feel of the girl's tight, warm walls around her finger turned her on immediately. When she had received the appropriate shriek from Quinn and had gone in up to the middle of her finger she tenderly removed it from inside the blonde and then repeated the process, moving her finger in and out over and over as Quinn's body jerked to the sensation.
"Yes, yes!" Quinn was crying out as she tried to bounce on Santana's fingers, the banging of the keys and music almost loud enough to cover her shouting as she moved herself up and down on the brunette's hand, "More, Santana more, now! Oh God, just fuck me, now!"
The abrupt commanding of Quinn to Santana for her orgasm had now caused Puck to reach the brink of his own again, his hand driving away on his dick as he thrusted into his hand repeatedly. The sight of Quinn riding Santana's hand and the glower of her hungry eyes had made his knees weak as he balanced himself against a storage rack, trying his best to wait it out but growing weaker by the moment.
Santana could tell Quinn was only a few more thrusts away from reaching her orgasm and she wasn't nearly ready to let her cum just yet, slowing down her finger and letting it swirl around Quinn's wet walls as she toyed with her cunt.
"Wait, Quinn wait," Santana whispered as she pushed the other girl back, the absence of the warm body on hers causing Quinn's skin to blister, "Wait."
"Santana, baby come on, don't fucking tease me," Quinn growled as she narrowed her eyes, the brunette smiling mischievously as twirled her finger around inside of Quinn, "You were the one who wanted this, now come on! Baby please, you're toying with me!"
"I wouldn't dare baby, never," Santana taunted as she removed her finger from inside Quinn and slid it in her mouth, sucking the juices from it hungrily and moaning as she licked it up and down, "But I haven't even gotten two fingers inside of you yet. Besides, I have an even better idea."
"Better?"
"Better."
"Fine." Santana nodded as she placed her hands on either side of Quinn, jerking the blonde upwards and pushing her body on top of the piano as Quinn's feet rested on the keys where her bottom had once been.
"Better, isn't it?" Santana asked as she crawled on top of the piano bench and kneeled on it, her body facing Quinn's and mouth perfectly positioned between the blonde's legs as she stared eagerly at her wet slit.
"Mmm, much better," Quinn nodded furiously, Santana going back in for more but caught off guard by Quinn who was holding out her foot and stopping the other girl, "Nuh uh, not so fast."
"Baby, what?" Santana asked frustrated as she threw her hands up like a child, "God, what, are you trying to get me back for teasing you or something?" Quinn didn't answer as she smiled and shifted around on the piano, Santana's demeanor quickly changing when she saw Quinn's hands heading for the hem of her dress.
Gaping in awe and fascination Santana watched as the blonde pulled her panties down and off and dress up and over as she removed all clothing from her body, her breasts bouncing from underneath the material as they were finally released from the thin fabric. Covered in chills and waiting erectly to be touched Santana savored them before tearing her eyes painfully away from the supple mounds to see Quinn nod as she bit her lip, laying her bare body down flat on top of the piano and waiting to be ravished as Santana climbed on top of her.
Puck had once more lost control of his rhythm and was now furiously pounding his dick as he gripped onto the rack of a nearby shelf, the sight of Quinn's tits smacking back and forth as Santana pummeled her pussy one that had conquered his stability. He could feel his cock surging in his hands and tried his best to control his climax, sweat collecting in his brow and the back of his neck as he fought of his urge to cum.
"Come on Puckerman, fucking come on," he was encouraging as he watched Santana join Quinn on the piano, knowing his patience would pay off as he pumped himself.
Santana hovered over Quinn and sank down to rest on top of the blonde as she place her mouth on the other girls, moving her mouth to her neck and chest as she headed for her breasts. An airy gasp echoed from between Quinn's lips as she felt Santana's mouth find the valley between her breasts, the tender and untouched flesh now turning a light shade of red as it came to be covered in kisses from the brunette. Running her tongue up and down the skin Santana let her hands move to the tops of Quinn's breasts, her palms finding the supple peaks and rubbing the hardened nipples as she bit back a growl.
Cupping them both Santana let her thumb and forefinger begin massaging Quinn's breasts, the fragile skin molding and moving slowly in circles between her fingers as she stroked the soft mounds. Her nipples were firm and pink as they reacted to the movements of Santana's fingers, the brunette leaning down and blowing a cool stream of air onto each as they became rigid and firm. Letting her lips part only a tad Santana lowered her mouth and let it hover above Quinn's now hardened buds, the hot breath that she panted shocking Quinn's body temperature and making her sigh sharply as she jerked her chest upward towards Santana's mouth. The brunette continued alternating the temperature of her breaths as she teased and toyed with Quinn's nipples, finally putting the blonde out of her misery after another few minutes of cooing in frustration as she let her mouth consume the breast.
Sucking and pulling Santana let her mouth knead and squeeze the skin of Quinn's breast, her tongue roaming the pert nipples that teased the roof of her mouth and letting her tongue flick and tap the sensitive nerves. Quinn's body had now become stiff yet lively as she pushed her torso up towards Santana, the weight of her body resting once more on her elbows as she forced her chest into Santana's mouth. Her airy pants had now become huffs of breaths as her heartbeat and breathing began to increase, the sounds of her pale skin sliding and smacking against the wood of the piano causing Santana's own body to tremble.
As her mouth toyed with Quinn's chest Santana's hand resumed their spot between her legs, her fingers finding their way back inside the tight flesh of her slit and plunging deep inside it once more as she wriggled around for her sweet spot again. Driving her fingers in and out Santana continued to fuck Quinn as she moaned into her skin, no longer satisfied with the blonde's breasts and wanting more as she moved her mouth south.
Puck was now bucking wildly into his hand as he tried his best to last longer, sweat now running down his neck as he growled and groaned. He could already feel moisture oozing onto his fingers and he was determine to wait until Quinn climaxed, his hand hurting and dick feeling raw as he jerked it violently.
The minute Santana's tongue flicked Quinn's clit everything around the blonde disappeared in a flash, a volt of electricity running through her entire body as she shot up. Grabbing Santana's hair and twisting her fingers in the dark locks Quinn shoved her girlfriend down forcefully between her thighs as she continued to buck against her mouth, Santana still moving her fingers in and out of Quinn's pussy as she licked and sucked on her clit.
"Oh God yes, yes, mmh Santana, yes!" she was hollering as she rocked her hips back and forth, Santana now entering another finger into Quinn as she bit down on her clit, "Oouh yes, yes! Santana yes!" Faster and faster Santana quickened the speed of her tongue and pressure of her fingers as she kept them both busy on Quinn, the walls of the blonde's pussy clasping around the brunette's fingers tightly as her clit swelled.
"Fuck yes, yes! Don't stop, please…Jesus Santana, right there, uhoh yes, yes!" Quinn's body was starting to jolt and her hips were bucking and rolling wildly as she humped and grinded her pelvis into Santana's hand and mouth hard, the feel of every bite, rub, flick and thrust sending her over the edge of her climax wildly as she orgasmed violently.
A loud scream pierced through the darkness of the night as the creaking of the piano came to a sudden halt, the eruption of ecstasy that had ripped through Quinn's body causing everything to stop as she rode out the intense waves of her orgasm. She thrusted her hips a few more times on Santana's fingers before she collapsed back onto the sweat covered piano, her body reeling and heart beat scattered as she tried to recover.
The minute Santana had ran her tongue along Quinn's cunt Puck knew he was done for, the sight of the two girls fucking more than he could take as he squeezed his cock hard and yanked it roughly as he instantly orgasmed. Draining his dick in his hand once more Puck came hard into his fingers as he closed his eyes and moaned both girls names, hip hips convulsing and causing him to wiggle around as he finished climaxing to the sight.
No one, those visible or hidden, spoke for awhile as they all reeled from their previous events, Quinn trying to regain consciousness and Santana lapping up her cum greedily as Puck tried his best to clean himself off. They were exhausted and weakened, tired and happy, Santana cuddling on Quinn's chest while Puck collapsed against an old box to catch his breath.
"I-I told you, I told you," Quinn finally panted as she opened her eyes, Santana looking up from her place on the blonde's stomach and furrowing her brow as she listened, "That I would make it worth your while."
"Mhmm, you certainly did," Santana nodded as she leaned over and kissed Quinn's belly button, crawling up and resting her chin on Quinn's chest as she sighed, "But uh, I'm pretty sure I made it worthwhile for you babe. Don't get me wrong, that was…indescribable, but I got you off baby."
"You're telling me you didn't get off?" Quinn asked in disbelief, Santana shaking her head as she explained.
"I mean, I did, but I think we both know you could make me cum harder. You do owe me anyways…"
"Yeah, but I mean I still want to see all our friends San, I mean we've been here half an hour and have yet to make it to the gym."
"Its not my fault you're a slut for singers," Santana teased as she licked Quinn's lips, turning around and hopping off the piano as she began looking for her heels and running her hands through her messy hair.
"Tell you what," Quinn finally spoke up as an idea struck her, motioning for Santana to hand her her dress as she slid her sticky body off the piano, "If you take me out there, mingle a little, and pretend like you love being here, I promise I will make it up to you."
"You said that earlier," Santana sang as she crossed her arms, "And you're the one who got fucked, which means I gave you what you wanted twice in one night so…"
"Santana, if you do this for me I swear I won't get sidetracked, and I'll make you cum harder than ever. Ever."
"I just-I don't know how you can top choir room sex, I'm sorry," Santana sighed, trying to walk away but getting pulled back by Quinn.
"Well, I don't know about you but, I think we've been really, really bad," Quinn played along as she flashed her puppy eyes, "I think we're in need of punishment, bad, bad punishment." Santana rose her brows as she tried to read Quinn's face, her girlfriend slinking away as she winked.
"Don't fucking tease me Fabray! You serious? Figgins office? For real?"
"Only if you're brave enough," Quinn cooed as she twirled around, motioning for Santana to join her as she skipped, "But you have to do what I say…"
"I fucking…God I can't believe you…I've done nothing but…fuck it, deal!" Santana screamed as she ran after, the two of them hurrying to the gym as they giggled.
Out of the storage office came slinking Puck finally, having waited for the two girls to leave so he could finally open the door and get a fresh breath of air as he reeled from what had just happened.
Maybe he had dreamed the whole thing, maybe some sort of sick joke his mind had played on him he tried to reason as he shook his head, the ache in his hand though contradicting all theories as he ran his fingers across his brow. He was still trying to rationalize the whole thing when a flash of white caught his eye from under the piano, Puck stopping and heading to it as he leaned over to retrieve it.
The feel of the damp, soft cotton warmed his fingers instantly as Puck stood back up to see Quinn panties were laced between his fingers, stretching his hand and grinning widely as he realized it had all been true. Shoving them deep down in his pocket Puck began to whistle as he exited the choir room, the memory he had made in that one night overpowering any he ever had as he left smiling.
"My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in, you are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl."