A/N: There is lots of delicious SMUT SMUT SMUT in this one. So if you're not interested in the naughty, maybe you should just stop reading where there's a ***. Love all your reviews, keep them coming! Also I'd love ideas for what you wanna see drama wise! :]
Rachel stood at her locker, her checklist on the wall and lines drawn through a few of the items on her list. There were a few more things she still needed to do, but she could not bring herself to write them on the list. Writing songs for regionals was on the list of things to do, but now that she was not a member of glee club she couldn't find purpose in writing them. She often wondered if Sam would have backed her up had he known what the future had held. Alas, here she was at her locker trying to figure out what to do. Sam was a great boyfriend and she really couldn't ask for more, but there was something missing from their relationship.
Rachel shut her locker door and picked her backpack up from where it lay on the floor. She pulled it up over her shoulders. She wore a lace camisole beneath a purple off the shoulder shirt, skinny jeans, and a pair of ballet flats. Her hair was in a headband and curled.
Sam walked over to her, dressed in a typical pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt, his letter jacket pulled over his arms and back. His backpack was higher up on his back than most guys wore theirs, but Rachel thought it was cute. He kissed her gently on the cheek and stole her hand into his, lacing his fingers through hers. She grinned at him and walked down the hall with him in silence. The guys on the baseball team were more accepting of Rachel than those on the football team and, weirdly enough, they were interested in the idea of glee.
Rachel was a dutiful girlfriend, holding Sam's hand and kissing him in the halls. She talked to his friends and had even made a couple of her own. Not that she hung out with anyone but Sam. It was just easier to hang out alone with her boyfriend than to try and make a bunch of friends.
Rachel was dedicated and she really cared about Sam, but she didn't really know what she was doing. She had heard rumors that the glee club was getting sick of Santana, who had been broken up with by Puck and now she was mostly sulking around. In fact, Rachel had walked past the choir room one day last week and had seen Santana sitting to the left while everyone else sat to the right, chairs pushed from the girl. Something had happened and Rachel was determined to know what had happened. Santana had obviously not been kicked out of Glee club, but Rachel noticed she seemed less involved.
It was Friday and there was a pep assembly, Rachel wondered if the glee club would be performing today. When last period ended early, Rachel held Sam's hand and walked to the gym, he waved to some of his teammates and pulled her over to where they were sitting. One of the other guy's girlfriends, Becca, sat next to Rachel to start a conversation about a party they were having tonight. Rachel and Sam had enjoyed getting drunk together lately and it was quite fun, but she was excited to go to a party again. Rachel and Sam had not slept together since the first time, but Rachel was not really sure why. She wanted to sleep with him again, that was for sure, but she just hadn't found the right time.
Becca and Rachel talked while they waited for the assembly to begin. Rachel could feel Sam's thumb absentmindedly rubbing the back of her hand and she blushed softly. Across the gym, she could see the stage where the glee club would ultimately perform; apparently they were singing. She felt a twinge of heartbreak when she realized she wouldn't get to sing with them today. The lights went down in the gym and Becca almost immediately stopped talking, Rachel turned her head to Principal Figgins.
"Quiet please, quiet. Ladies and gentlemen we will kick today's assembly off with a performance by New Directions. They will be singing "I Want You Back" by The Jackson Five," Principal Figgins said and Rachel choked on her own saliva.
"Did you," Sam began but Rachel nodded and shushed him.
The performance went on without a stitch and it was almost surprising. However, Rachel and Sam could feel the entire Glee clubs' eyes on them as they performed. Santana was not up there with them, so Rachel scanned the gym and located the brunette sitting on the sidelines in her cheerios uniform. It almost killed Rachel to know that Santana had either quit or been kicked out of New Directions and all of a sudden, a light bulb went off in Rachel's head.
She pinched Sam who was staring off into the distance, probably at Holly Holiday who was talking about some sex ed thing, and he looked at her. Her right hand lifted and she pointed at Santana across the gym.
The assembly was over and Rachel had wanted to find Puck or Brittany or something, but Sam had other plans. He didn't have baseball practice that day and he was intending on finishing where things had started on Saturday morning. The two hadn't had a moment alone since Brittany came over and ruined their breakfast date. Rachel had spent the entire morning wrapped in her coat and then had left for temple. They'd done homework alongside Brittany the next night, who kept coming over, and then they'd been busy with school all week.
Sam had practically dragged Rachel to his car after school, pinning her against the side for a moment and covering her with kisses from her lips to neck. She had pushed him off, laughing, and let herself into the car. She hadn't wanted to get all physical in public, mostly because she'd seen Santana lurking nearby and she wanted to get out of there. She definitely didn't trust the traitor cheerio anymore.
They had barely reached Rachel's house before Sam was trying to strip Rachel down. Her coat had been unbuttoned and he was tugging the sleeves off as they reached the front door. He had unbuttoned her jeans on the way and had attempted slipping his hand into her pants, but she'd slapped his hand with a loud "SAM" and pulled his hand from her pants.
Rachel's dads weren't home, big surprise, and so she knew things would be okay. She dropped her backpack inside the house and removed her hand from her waistband where she had been holding her pants closed. It was too much effort to zip them up again in the car when she knew they'd apparently never make it inside without him trying to take them off of her again.
Rachel's hands removed Sam's letterman jacket and dropped it to the floor before pushing him against the door, leaving one spectacularly scandalous kiss on his lips, holding his chest with her hand, she tugged his lip as she pulled back from the kiss. It was a bite of sorts that made Sam groan out. Rachel smirked at him before removing her hand and running upstairs. As much as she'd wanted to have sex against her front door, there was a lot of risk involved with public sex.
Sam laughed and chased Rachel up the stairs but by the time he reached her room, she'd locked herself in the bathroom. He knocked on the door, setting his head on the white wood. "Baby open the door!" he whined to her and kept knocking. She was such a tease sometimes and he hated it, but he loved it all the same.
It was after a few minutes of knocking that Sam finally gave up and went back to lay on her bed. "Rach, I'm gonna fall asleep if you don't get out here," he said and shut his eyes, figuring she'd open the door and he'd pretend to be asleep.
The door squealed as it opened and Sam closed his eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep.
"You're not even gonna look huh?" Rachel said and she put her hands on her hips. He would have pretended to be asleep longer but her voice sounded almost lustful. He opened his right eye and tried to catch a glimpse of what she looked like, but he couldn't tell so he opened both eyes and propped himself up on his elbows. He almost passed out at what he saw.
"No...no way, you look," Sam stammered as he tried to find the right words to say.
Rachel stood there and turned around, posing every few seconds. She winked and bit her lip and made kissy faces. Sam sucked a breath in and stared at Rachel. She wore a pair of hot pink panties that were lacy and had a white bow on each hip. She wore a hot pink bra on top with one of Sam's button down shirts hanging down, just barely brushing the tops of her thighs. Her eyes were smoldering and her hair was in dark waves. She had a pair of silver heels on her feet and she bit her lip once more, slowly walking towards Sam on her bed.
"W-w-wow," Sam could hardly breathe, she just looked that great.
As she walked closer, she played with the shirt, her fingers rubbing around the buttons. "Sam, I stole your shirt," she told him and he looked at her with a smirk.
"Y-you did, that was very bad," Sam muttered.
"I think I should be punished," she pouted and stepped closer to him.
He gulped heavily and wondered when she had taken his shirt. He hadn't left her alone but for a few minutes ever when they were at his house. Aside from not wanting to be away from her, he was paranoid she'd dig into his past and try to figure out what had happened in the past.
Rachel finally reached the bed after what had seemed like hours. Rachel climbed onto the bed, her knees resting on either side of his hips. He gulped again, still nervous for being around her. His hands reached up to her waist and held onto her skin, realizing that she was wearing a thong. She leaned down and kissed him and he groaned against her lips, feeling himself hardening up at the thought of being alone with half naked Rachel. He rolled over, still holding onto the thin girl, putting his body above hers.
"You're very naughty Miss Berry," Sam mumbled against her neck as he kissed the soft skin of her collar bone, feeling his way along her sides with his fingertips.
Rachel reached her hands up his chest, sliding them along his t-shirt. She giggled softly at the way his fingertips felt when they tickled her sides. He nipped her neck gently, and wrapped his arms around her lowerback, pulling her up to his body. His leg slid in and between her legs, pressing against her crotch tightly and she moaned quietly. His hand removed itself from her back and he slid his fingers to the waistband of her panties, sliding his fingers beneath the elastic gently and slid against the smoothness of her tanned skin. Goosebumps popped up on her skin as she felt chilled.
Rachel groaned and she pressed herself to Sam, trying to get him to actually touch her rather than just tease her. He nipped her neck again and shook his head. "No no no Rachel, this is your punishment," he mumbled and removed his hand from beneath her underwear. He reached over his back and tugged his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. As Rachel reached to touch his abs, he shook his head and tutted. "Nope," he said and stood from the bed.
A whine dragged from Rachel's lips as he kicked his shoes off. "I want my shirt back," he whispered to her and used his arms to pull her up to a sitting position, she shook her head but he just laughed. He removed his shirt from around her shoulders and tossed it aside. "I don't really need it that bad," he said and kissed her softly, holding her hands away from his body.
Sam pinned her to the bed, her hands held above her head. His lips pressed to her neck and collar bone. His tongue slid down her chest and brushed against the lace cup of the bra. He held Rachel's hand with one of his and with his other hand he reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. He let go of her hands for a moment to pull the bra from her body, tossing it to the side before he grabbed her hands again and pinned them above her head.
"Sam you're not being very fair," Rachel whined.
"You're the one who stole my shirt," he whispered in her ear before moving his lips from her cheek and down to her breasts. He kissed each one of them sweetly, like they were something special. Then he took her left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Rachel's body jerked slightly and she let out a moan that rivaled any he'd heard before. Sam smirked and stopped working on her left nipple, moving to the right. Rachel's body reacted with goosebumps and shivers as Sam rubbed his hand along her thigh.
"Please, let me touch you," Rachel half-sighed, half-whined. Sam took a little pity on her and released her hands.
With her newfound power, Rachel pushed Sam up and rolled him over so she took over the dominating position. She still wore her underwear and her heels, him in his socks and boxers. She smirked at him, shaking her head softly as he reached up to pull her down to kiss him. "Nope, sucker," she whispered and held his hands to his own chest. Her hand slid down his chest and beneath the elastic of his boxers.
Her hand gripped his member gently and he groaned out, relishing the feeling of her hand against him. She bit her lip gently as she stroked him slowly and steadily, good rhythm like he'd remembered from last time. Rachel used her left hand to remove his boxers, sliding them down his legs. He was breathing heavily and helped her remove them while she still stroked him. Rachel sighed softly and leaned up, kissing him while still stroking him. His arm wrapped around her back and he held her, wanting to give her something to feel good.
Sam slid his hand down her body and gripped her ass, holding her close to him. A moan broke Rachel's lips as she pulled away from the kiss. Sam groaned out as well, Rachel was really good at this. He wanted to stop, he needed to get inside. His hand slid around and he pulled on her panties, tugging them down low and slid his fingers along her wetness. Rachel groaned and he gathered some wetness and rubbed her clit slowly.
"Sam, I need you," Rachel muttered breathlessly and she stopped rubbing him.
"You need me to what?" he asked her, suppressing a moan and wanting to grab onto Rachel's hand.
"I need you," she moaned out and Sam continued to slide his finger along her clit.
"I don't follow," he said, just teasing her because he could.
"I need you, to fuck me," she moaned and he laughed softly to himself.
"Oh, okay," he said and removed his hand from her clit, tugging her panties down over her knees and tossing them aside. He admired her heels and decided that he would keep them on, it would be so much hotter with the boots on.
Rachel reached for her bedside table drawer and once it was open, she pulled out a condom. She had bought them in preparation for sexytimes with Sam. Of course she'd hoped she'd been right by the sizing and such because she had no idea about condoms. She opened the package and, her hands were shaking as she tried to slide it onto Sam's ready penis. She was nervous, she'd never done this before. Sam smiled at her and just took the condom from her, sliding it over himself.
Sam leaned down and kissed Rachel softly before quickly slipping himself into her. She sucked in a breath and her hands wrapped around his body, gripping his shoulders with her nails. She wasn't used to this, he had to keep remembering that. She had only had sex once before and it wasn't easy to have sex with someone if you didn't know what you were doing. Sam slid in and out of Rachel rapidly, her fingers holding onto him.
Sam could see the mix of passion and pain on Rachel's face and he groaned out, feeling how tight she was still. It was like heaven having sex with her. She was gorgeous and sweating already and he knew he was going to have no trouble coming when the time was right.
"Baby," he moaned against her neck as he slid in and out of her a few more times. Rachel used her power to roll them over so she was on top, something Sam was definitely not expecting. She straddled his body, her knees against his sides, and she rode him.
"Fuck," she muttered and Sam was taken aback by her language. His hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as she grinded her body in circles, making him go crazy. Rachel threw her head back as Sam pinched her nipples, her hair stuck to her neck and forehead as she continued to ride Sam.
"Holy shit," he breathed and put his hands on Rachel's hips to move her in just the right way. She had great rhythm and it was definitely making things better. Sam could see her heels and he was going nuts at how she looked in just the heels.
"S-s-s-am," Rachel moaned out as she grinded against him, his hands on her hips. She knew it wasn't going to take much longer to come.
Rachel gripped Sam's body and dug her nails into his chest, leaving little red marks where her nails slid. Her breaths were short and she couldn't stop moaning. Sam was going nuts already and he wanted so badly to take a mental image of this.
It was only a few more minutes before Rachel came with a loud moan and not too long after that Sam finished himself, releasing and letting go of Rachel's body.
Rachel lay on top of Sam, breathing heavily in an attempt to get her breath back. She was seeing stars from the orgasm and she was longing for another one. Her fingers traced shapes on Sam's chest as they breathed in unison.
"Round two?" she whispered and Sam laughed. He grabbed another condom and she squealed, biting his chest softly.
