If Rachel was being honest, she had no idea what she was doing.
Attempting to seduce a teenager? A cute but impressionable teenager? Rachel decided to ignore all critical thinking at the moment and instead relished in the way Quinn leered at her. She could practically feel Quinn's eyes raking over her body to linger on her ass, her tits pushed up against the towel. She took Quinn by the hand and led her up the stairs and into the bathroom that connected to her bedroom.
At Quinn's look of confusion, Rachel explained. "There are chemicals in the hot tub. You have to rinse it off or it'll dry out your skin. I can let you shower on your own, or… we can do it together."
"Together," Quinn blurted. "I mean – if you don't mind."
"Not at all," Rachel resisted the urge to giggle as the giddiness of being desired made her skin flush. She let Quinn shrug of the bathrobe first. Licked her lips at the sight of her toned body, the strength on her thighs, the shape of her ass. Rachel followed into the shower stall soon after. She reached behind a tense Quinn and adjusted the valves to spew out hot water. Steam thickened the air. Rachel looked up at Quinn, smiled, and pushed her against the slick tile walls. Pressed the length of her body so that the pink-haired girl's cock nestled against Rachel's belly.
"Oh god," Quinn murmured, hands on Rachel's shoulders but not pushing her away. Rachel gripped Quinn's muscular ass and tilted her face. Quinn, at least, could read her like an open book as she lowered her mouth to hers in a languid kiss. Rachel felt Quinn's tension dissipate as if water flushing into the drain the deeper they kissed. Rachel licked the line of Quinn's jaw. She brushed Rachel's wet hair aside, cupped the back of her neck, and nibbled the curve of her neck.
Rachel wrapped both hands around the thickened shaft of Quinn's meat. How it pulsed in her palms, throbbing through Rachel's gentle caress. Quinn's soft gasps made Rachel squeeze her thighs together.
"Does it feel good?" Rachel murmured against Quinn's parted lips. She sucked on the girl's tongue while she stroked the thick heat of her shaft. She had never realized until now that her shower stall was cramped with two people in it. She sidled closer to Quinn and cupped the girl's balls. She let out a choked gasp. She gripped Rachel's wrist to still her hands.
"Please, i-if you keep doing that, I'll come," Quinn said breathlessly. Rachel stopped then and took a step back.
"We don't want that," she teased.
Together they stepped out of the shower stall to dry their bodies. Rachel led Quinn into her bedroom and pushed the younger girl to recline on the surface of the bed. She climbed on top of her, knees on either side of Quinn's thighs. Skin still damp, Rachel flattened her tits against Quinn's. She positioned her folds, slick with her arousal, so she hovered over the blunt tip of Quinn's dick. The flared head of it nudged her clit, her slippery entrance, and she trembled.
She locked eyes with Quinn, and Rachel could not deny the sharp spike of arousal that jolted her pulse at the look in the younger girl's eyes. It was one of unabashed admiration. Her darkened hazel eyes trained on Rachel's every movement. She rocked her hips to drag her pussy lips along the length of Quinn's cock.
"I can feel you throbbing already," Rachel whispered.
Quinn shivered, her eyes rolling back. She rubbed her thighs together and gripped the base of her dick to drag it all over Rachel's folds. "Please," her voice was hoarse.
Rachel sank down on Quinn's cock with a throaty gasp, eyelids flickering from the way her body opened up to take Quinn into her. She slid inside her so easily. One blink and she had Quinn's pulsing thickness buried inside her. With her elbows on either side of Quinn's head, she panted hotly against the younger girl's cheek. She gripped Rachel's hips and let out a low moan that sent a warm ache to the pit of her belly, her walls stretched to its limit with Quinn's cock buried inside her.
How come with him it never felt this good?
And just like that, Quinn was no longer a virgin.
She stared in awe at the woman that hovered above her, a look of pleasure furrowing her brow. She wanted to take it all in, remember everything in vivid detail for later. She noted Rachel's thigh muscles vibrating beneath her palms while rode Quinn in slow, undulating movements, like being on a boat and rocking in time with the waves.
"Fuck," Rachel gasped, thighs trembling already. She squirmed against Quinn, panting, barely an inch of her meat slipping out of her flexing pussy walls. "Oh god – mmmmn – the stretch feels so good…"
Quinn grinned. She groped Rachel's hips, her ass, and her tits with greedy hands. "You're so wet," she murmured as if in awe. "It's like – shit, Rachel – a-and the clenching."
Her cheeks flushed with sharp heat. Rachel's pussy, the wet sounds it made, shoved her to the brink of an orgasm. Quinn curled her toes and held her breath. Thought about the deep dark void of space, the depth of the ocean – anything, so she would not bust her load yet.
But Rachel decided that she wanted more from Quinn. She buried her fingers in pink locks and rode her hard. It felt so good that Quinn's vision blurred. Rachel moaned directly into her ear and she absolutely fucking lost it.
She yanked her cock out of Rachel's slick heat. The decadent, pleasure-seeking side of her brain yelled at her in anger over the loss of Rachel's hot and slick cunt but Quinn ignored it in favour of fisting the tip of her cock. "Oh my god, Rachel," she whimpered. Her load pulsed out of her in thick ropes to pool in the dips of her abdomen. Quinn arched with a gasp when Rachel knocked her hand away to milk her dry.
"Oh, well," Rachel said, a little breathless, with glassy eyes and mussed hair. She rolled off Quinn. She wore a small pout on her lips. "It was good while it lasted."
It was as if a spark ignited in Quinn's belly – and most of all, her ego was bruised by the mild hint of disappointment and the implication of her words. Quinn gripped Rachel's waist and flipped them over so Rachel now lay on her back, Quinn's cock nestled between her thighs.
"No way, no way, no way," Quinn panted. She pushed her still-throbbing meat into Rachel's hole. She let out a breathless gasp from the current of oversensitivity that shot through her legs, and without missing a beat, took off into a pace of a running sprint. Gripped Rachel by the ankles to keep her legs spread as far apart as she could. She pounded into her, cock sliding in from tip to hilt with every smooth stroke, and Rachel's slippery pussy welcomed her. No resistance whatsoever. "There's no fucking way we're done."
Rachel gasped and cupped the back of Quinn's neck. "Give it to me deep, Quinn."
Grunting through strained muscles, Quinn stroked Rachel's clit with the pad of her thumb. She leaned forward, took the older woman's mouth in a greedy kiss. She drank from her lips. Their tongues touched. She could feel the way Rachel trembled beneath her. Quinn rutted into her until she felt her walls clamp around her pulsing cock. Rachel threw her head back when she came, and Quinn took that opportunity to lick and nibble the column of her neck.
Rachel's nails dug into her back, her entire body quivering from the aftershocks. Quinn eased her cock out and the dark-haired woman shuddered and gasped. Quinn's cock stood, proud and erect, the veins that clambered around her length more defined, glistening with the juices from Rachel's pussy.
"Mmmmn, come up here," Rachel husked. "Let me suck that cock."
With weak legs, Quinn climbed to straddle Rachel's torso, her heavy dick nestled between her tits. Rachel squeezed the mounds together around her cock and parted her lips, offered up her tongue so she licked the weeping slit of Quinn's head. Her precum made Rachel's tongue glisten. The younger girl gripped the rungs of Rachel's headboard and watched, hazel eyes ablaze with arousal, the way her cock, thick and rigid, speared between the curves of Rachel's soft tits. How she caught the tip into her mouth and sucked.
"O-oh god, Rachel… I'm coming," Quinn whimpered. Cum pulsed out of her slit and into Rachel's sucking mouth. She fisted Quinn's cock to make sure she got every last drop. And swallowed.
Quinn was unable to tamp down the moan that escaped her. She collapsed on her side, staring at Rachel in awe. "Holy shit." She swallowed through a dry throat, licked her parched lips. "Was I any good?"
"You were fantastic. But remember that sometimes, the journey is more important than the destination," Rachel brushed hair off of Quinn's forehead and giggled. The sound of her laughter left Quinn with a choked up sensation in her chest. It left her giddy. "Talent and skill can only get you so far. Personally, it was your eagerness that made me…" she trailed off. A shudder coursed through her spine.
Quinn grinned, the swell of pride palpable in her chest. She rested her palm on the rise of Rachel's hips, thumb stroking the smoothness of her skin. "That's the farthest I've ever gone with – well, anyone, really."
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Rachel asked, her legs weaving with Quinn's.
"Are you kidding? It was fucking amazing.
"Yeah? What was the best part?"
Quinn sighed, a dreamy smile on her lips. "When you were shaking. When I made you come."
Rachel giggled and squeezed Quinn's ass. "Oh? I'm surprised – I imagined you would say the part where you came. You're welcome, then."
Quinn stretched out on Rachel's bed with a groan. Rachel dragged her fingers along the flatness of her stomach and nestled in beside her. Quinn wrapped an arm around Rachel's shoulders and breathed in the warm scent of her hair, a salty smell rising from her damp brow. "So, what brings you back to Lima? Your dads mentioned you live in New York and that you're a big deal there so I can't see why you'd want to return. Or are you just visiting?" She asked.
"Mostly visiting, yes. I have some free time and I missed my dads. And it's almost Thanksgiving so I thought I'll come early, maybe watch the show choir competition like old times."
Quinn bit her lip. "Damn, now I feel bad for slacking off in glee." Rachel rolled to lay on her stomach and raised a brow. Quinn flinched. "But to be fair, I didn't think I'd ever be in the presence of someone as legendary as you."
"Hmmmm," Rachel side-eyed her, a small smile on her lips. "You should try to win – no matter who's there to watch. Whatever it is that you want to do after high school, a Nationals victory will look good on your application for sure. But," she caught herself and stroked Quinn's jaw. "I apologize. Who am I to give you college advice that you never asked for?"
Quinn sighed and kissed the inside of Rachel's wrist. At least she understood that part. "I know it's dumb – "
"It's not."
" – but the future – college and graduating – it gives me stomach cramps just thinking about it." Quinn blinked. "Wait, you don't think it's dumb that I feel like that?"
"The future is anxiety-inducing. It's not stupid at all to feel that way. I remember when I graduated high school. I knew what I wanted but the uncertainty of whether I deserve it or if I will achieve it still gave me sleepless nights." Rachel propped her head up on her hands as she meet Quinn's gaze. "I can give you all the advice in the world or tell you that everything will pan out but sometimes it's best to simply see for yourself."
Quinn smiled. "That's more reassuring than telling me it gets better."
Rachel lay on her back and stretched, her arms over her head. Quinn reached up to cup her tits, squeezed her nipples between thumb and forefinger until it stiffened. A deep moan that stemmed from the pit of Rachel's stomach slipped out, and a hand flew out to cover her mouth. But Quinn was having none of it. She held Rachel's wrist and with a newfound confidence she never knew she had, she rolled on top of the older woman and lightly pinned her arms on either side of her head.
"Don't – I like hearing the sounds you make." Quinn ducked her head and nuzzled the valley of Rachel's breasts. She licked in between the soft mounds of flesh, guided her stiff nipple into her mouth to suck. Rachel writhed beneath her, shifted her legs to trap her slowly stiffening shaft between her firm thighs. She threaded her fingers through Quinn's pink hair, scratched the nape of her neck with lazy strokes of her blunt fingers. "I want to hear it all. Every moan, every gasp." Quinn tugged on Rachel's nipple and a small whimper escaped her. The pink-haired girl grinned.
They kissed, all lips, teeth, and tongue. One kiss from Rachel and it was like being lit from within. Her soft mouth, the way she clung to Quinn, the fingers in her hair, how she squirmed, legs hooked against Quinn's hips to keep her close, built into the growing fire of her desire.
And even as Quinn's cock swelled, Rachel did not seem to mind even as it rested against the radiant heat of her folds. Quinn rolled her hips and nudged the tip into her entrance. She could feel the ring of Rachel's entrance part to let her in.
"Is this okay? Can I touch you here?" Quinn asked, breathless. Her fingertips grazed the swell of Rachel's breasts and goosebumps rose in a trail after her touch. Rachel moaned, low and deep.
"Yes, yes, whatever you want," Rachel gasped.
It was so fucking easy to slip in and out of Rachel's pussy. Quinn's mind reeled from it. The addictive heat, sweltering and humid, left her gasping against Rachel's neck, all while the older woman moaned.
"You feel so good…" She murmured against the side of Quinn's face. "Oh god, I can feel you throbbing inside me. I want it deep – yes, right there – "
Quinn looked up to admire Rachel's face. Her parted lips, her half-closed eyes. She squeezed her tits until the flesh bulged between the gaps of her fingers. Held onto Rachel, speeding up her thrusts. Rachel's walls seemed to tighten around her, gripping her cock. She came with a shudder. A tense silence before the shriek. Her nails dug into Quinn's shoulders.
She kept still, rode the waves of clenching and unclenching of Rachel's body. She slipped her wet cock out of her hole and gripped its length in her hand. Rachel watched as she caught her breath. Quinn never thought that jerking off in front of someone, let alone a beautiful woman who looked at her with clear, sparkling lust, was erotic and a possibility, but here she was, fisting her cockhead, pulling at her meat with her palm slicked with Rachel's cum. She gritted her teeth. Grunted Rachel's name in a choked moan as thick ropes of her semen landed on Rachel's thighs and pussy lips. Quinn's entire body trembled – and more so when Rachel gave the tip of her cock a gentle kiss.
Quinn fell down face first on the bed beside Rachel. "Sorry, that was kind of unplanned."
"This whole thing is unplanned," Rachel said while she drew circles on Quinn's sweaty back.
"You mean you never planned on seducing me in the first place?"
"No – and you barely put up a fight."
Quinn grinned, head tilted to face Rachel. "Hey, if it happens, it happens."
Her eye drifted to the clock on Rachel's desk. It was a quarter of the hour after six. She jolted upright. "Shit. My mom might be home any minute."
"Oh – I offered you dinner, didn't I?" Rachel winced. "I can make you something to take home with you if you'd like?"
"Nah, it's okay. I'll find something at home. But damn, I didn't realize it was already so late." Quinn rolled out of bed and froze. "I left my clothes outside."
"I'll get them," Rachel sat up and wiped the cum from her body. She tugged on her discarded robe and left to retrieve Quinn's clothes. To stand alone and buck naked in someone else's bedroom was a strange sensation so Quinn busied herself with admiring the board that hung above Rachel's desk. It had a few errant photographs, mostly of a younger Rachel on stage, lights aimed to illuminate her. There were ribbons from singing and dance competitions, and post cards of the New York skyline.
A photograph tucked behind a miniature poster of Funny Girl taunted Quinn's curiosity. She reached for it, only for a smile to break across her face. It was a photo of Rachel, wearing white knee-high stockings, a plaid skirt, and a mossy green sweater with reindeers knitted across her chest. She wore a headband. It was a spontaneous picture; Rachel was not even looking at the camera but at a piece of paper that looked like sheet music. A look of intense concentration adorned her face.
"That's embarrassing," Rachel appeared behind Quinn with a pout. "Clearly my fashion sense leaves much to be desired."
"What? No! I think you're cute," Quinn smiled. "Can I keep it?"
"Are you sure? I have better photos than that. Like my headshots, for example. But sure, you can keep it."
Quinn thanked her and got dressed, happily tucking the photo into her pocket. She trailed after the older woman while she mulled over what she wanted to say. The sentiments were there, lurking inside her chest in its clear and pristine way. She knew how she felt, but it was always in the expression through words that Quinn struggled.
Fuck it, Quinn decided, I'm winging this.
"Rachel?"
She turned and faced Quinn with a curious tilt of her head. "Yes, Quinn baby?"
The nickname made Quinn squirm in delight. She never thought she'd be into pet names, let alone one with 'baby' tacked on to it. She always thought it was infantilizing. But how come all of that faded when it was Rachel who said it, smiling with her eyes, her hand in Quinn's grasp?
"Can this – I mean, feel free to say no, of course, but – can this happen again?" She stood on the foyer of Rachel's dads' house, amidst the well-chosen decor, in her ripped jeans, her baggy black shirt. Feeling out of place, sticking out like a sore thumb. How could she even begin to think that Rachel would want to spend more time with her? She was in high school. Rachel likely had better things to do than kill time with a kid.
"You mean, you want to have more sex?" Rachel teased.
"Well, yes," Quinn admitted. "Who wouldn't? But I also mean – I want to get to know you better."
Rachel stared at her, the amber of her eyes bright in the light. "I'd love to get to know you better too, Quinn." She pressed a kiss to the younger woman's cheek and rubbed her shoulders in a gesture of assurance, or so it felt like.
"Oh. Really?"
"You expected me to say no?"
"Kind of," Quinn said, sheepish. "I'm probably just a kid to you, after all."
"That doesn't make you less interesting, you know."
Quinn, bashful now, ducked her head and smiled. "Thanks."
Rachel woke up with the sun peeking through the gap in her curtains. She rolled on her back, the soft cotton of her sheets gliding against bare skin. She stretched with a yawn, felt the delicious ache between her legs which led to the torrent of memories that broke her face into a smile. After Quinn left her house last night, Rachel made herself a light meal for her dinner, showered, and promptly fell asleep.
Now, awake and refreshed, she felt so… relaxed. The tension she did not know she carried with her since she flew in from New York had vanished and she wondered if it was thanks to the nights spent in the hot tub or Quinn – or both. Rachel felt like a new woman, like something inside her shifted. She grinned to herself at the implication of that statement. Still, she never knew sex could be that intense, that pleasurable. There was nothing businesslike or transactional with how Quinn handled the entire affair.
It also amazed her how despite their difference in age, Quinn knew what she was doing. Certainly more than Rachel. She could count her sexual knowledge and experience in one hand. It still might be too soon to say, but Rachel was confident in the possibility of experiencing more with Quinn than she ever did with him.
Rachel shook her head. She did not want to ruin the morning by thinking of him. Instead, she thought about Quinn. Her taut body, the ease with which she carried herself. How she ogled Rachel, her eyes ablaze with the heat she instantly felt in the pit of her stomach. She found her hand wandering to her pussy, to finger her clit in slow, lazy circles.
Cupping her breast in one hand, she planted her feet on her bed and pushed up into her trailing fingers. Her pussy lips were already slick and she gasped, pushing two fingers inside her hole. She squirmed at the stretch, but somehow, it hardly felt enough. She wanted more. She wanted the pink-haired girl above her, wanted the way she strained against her body, slick with sweat and panting. Rachel bit back a whimper as she fucked herself.
God… if only Quinn were here.
"Hello, earth to Quinn Fabray? Is anything lurking in that big noggin' of yours?"
Finn tapped Quinn's head with a knuckle and Quinn jerked back to reality. She swatted Finn's hand away to refocus on the book in front of her. She shared third period study hall with Finn and right now they were in the library, tucked among the many desks, bookshelves, and workspaces. She was labouring on a history essay and so she had a book on the history of the Tudor empire propped open before her. The frontispiece of Elizabeth I was packed with subtle propaganda and she was attempting to identify them.
Only to find her mind wandering to a certain dark-haired woman. Wondering what she was doing in this moment in time. Was she awake, was she having a late breakfast? Quinn sighed, dreamy, her chin resting against her fist. She lost herself in the sensory impressions of memory – the tendrils of Rachel's hair against her cheek, the sound of her voice, the scent of sweat rising from her skin, the taste of it. The urge to bury her nose in the curve of Rachel's shoulder was so strong that it knocked the air out of Quinn's lungs.
And with Finn's interruption, Quinn was brought down to earth and out of her interior castle. She dug the heel of her hand in her eyes and shot her friend a glare. Since they've been friends for years, Finn remained unbothered.
"Usually I'm the one spacing out," he noted. "What's going on with you? Tired again? You need to sleep more, bud."
"I know, I know."
"Everything okay at home?"
Quinn, for a fraction of a second, contemplated telling Finn about the changes she went through the night before. And it wasn't even about not being a virgin anymore – antiquated the term may be. She never measured her self-worth in those terms, simply because she never felt she would have the opportunity to, well, lose it. In the end, she wanted to keep the glittering occurrence of Rachel in her life to herself for a little while longer.
"Yeah, everything's great. I haven't seen my mom in a week since she's so busy with work but there's nothing I can do about that."
Finn nodded solemnly. "I hear you. Before my mom married Burt it was like that for me."
They spent the rest of the study hall period actually studying, which was so unlike them. They went their separate ways after bumping fists. Quinn went to her classes, submitted her homework, and acted like a decent, non-disruptive student that she was not a week ago. It was such a sudden shift that some of the teachers were perplexed at the change in the girl's demeanour. She participated, answered questions, contributed to class discussions, to everyone's baffled looks.
Truth be told though, she wanted to skip school so badly. Wanted to see Rachel more than anything else, but she could imagine the older woman's reaction if she showed up at her doorstep hours before class ended. Not to mention – there was a glee rehearsal after school and she would hate to let Finn down, more than she already had. So she forced herself to be present in class and resist the temptation to skip.
At the end of the school day, she went out under the bleachers for a quick smoke break before going into the choir room. Most of the chairs were already occupied. Quinn greeted most of the club's members and made her way to the back row where Finn sat, but she paused.
He was sitting with Brittany, and they were having an intense discussion.
Well, Brittany was talking and Finn listened with wide eyes.
Grinning to herself, Quinn decided to sit beside Mercedes and Kurt instead.
"It's nice of you to finally grace us with your presence," Mercedes remarked in that fake snooty way of hers. She turned her nose when she caught a whiff of cigarette smoke on Quinn's jacket. "Gross, get away. You smell like an ashtray."
"What's the point of my being here if I'm just going to be swaying in the background anyway?"
"Morale! Mr. Schue needs us now more than ever!"
"Gross, he's an adult man. He doesn't need me. Or any of us, for that matter.
They began a few minutes later when the Spanish teacher arrived looking as mopey as ever. Quinn tried not to react with blatant repulsion at the sight of him. She avoided meeting his eyes all through practice, focusing instead on perfecting the dance steps. She wanted to make sure that no one had cause for complaint, that she was not going to drag down the glee club because she had been skipping club meetings for the past month. Rehearsals lasted until six. At that hour, Mr. Schue gathered everyone at the centre of the auditorium stage, still panting from the completion of the group number.
"I'm glad to see the full ensemble today," he said, nodding to everyone but especially to Quinn, where his gaze lingered. "But I want you all to remember that as long as we try our best, it will be enough – "
"Bullshit," Quinn said. The temperature dropped in the auditorium and a hush fell over the club. "We're in this to win."
Mr. Schue rolled his neck, his jaw clenching. "If you're so bent on winning, Quinn, then how come you haven't been attending rehearsals?"
"You don't necessarily inspire confidence with the things you say."
Finn looked at Quinn, then to the Spanish teacher, his mouth flapping like a fish out of water. "She – she didn't mean it like that, Mr. Schue."
"I should suspend you – ban you from performing. You're too disrespectful – of my time and everyone's time in glee club," Mr. Schue seethed. A vein on his forehead throbbed.
"If you do that, we'll be disqualified. We need a minimum of thirteen members to compete." Kurt said.
Mr. Schue opened his mouth to speak but instead chose to close it. He snapped his folder shut. "Good rehearsals, guys. Last one tomorrow before Sectionals – don't miss it." He left the auditorium, nothing but the dull thud of his footsteps could be heard, it seemed, for miles around.
Once they were all confident that Mr. Schue was gone, everyone turned to Quinn. Finn, especially. "Dude, what the hell! Not cool!"
Quinn crossed her arms across her chest and scuffed her boots against the stage floor. "I'm right and you all know it. Why bother competing if we're not going to give it our all so we would win?"
"The way I see it, Mr. Schue's right. If you wanted to win so badly, you would have gone to every rehearsal," Mercedes pointed out. "Don't get me wrong, I agree with you – I want to win, but taking it out on Mr. Schue wasn't fair. He's trying his best – considering the drama with his fiancée."
Chewing her bottom lip, Quinn hooked her thumbs against the pockets of her jean jacket. "We can do better than him as our club advisor."
"That may be the case, but no teacher is necessarily lining up to take over his role." Kitty drawled.
Quinn sighed. "Fine, you're right. Sorry for making drama. I'll keep my mouth shut from now on." She waved goodbye to the rest of the club and made her way to the parking lot. Finn followed close behind in a jog. They climbed into his truck as he pulled out of the school parking lot to drive home.
"What the hell was that all about, Quinn? I know you don't like Mr. Schue but you didn't have to insult him like that."
"I'm sorry, alright? He gets on my nerves," Quinn sank into a slouch, her coat pulled tight around her body.
"Don't apologize to me! Apologize to him! For my sake!"
"I'll apologize if we win."
Finn bumped his head against the steering wheel with a groan. "Please don't ruin this for the rest of us."
"I won't," she assured him. "I want to win as much as you do."
Finn pulled up in front of Quinn's house as another car drove into Berry driveway. Out stepped Rachel in a tight black dress. She swept her hair back in a graceful arcing motion and Quinn found herself unable to look away.
"Whoa. Who's the hottie?" Finn asked, stupefied.
"My neighbour. Her name's Rachel."
"Damn," Finn let out a low whistle. He smoothed his hair back in a conscious gesture. "If they need their lawn mowed or something, maybe you can mention my name."
Quinn snorted and shook her head. "No way."
"No fair! Come on, just introduce me or something."
"Hell no!" Quinn climbed out of the truck. "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow."
She lingered on her front porch waiting for Finn to leave the vicinity of her house. She checked the mail, leafed through the junk and the not-junk and threw what she didn't need into the recycling bin. In the direction of her neighbour's house, Rachel did the same. A shy, but charged energy traveled between the two of them, marked by the distance on which they stood apart from each other.
"Hot date?" Quinn asked in hopes that her tone sounded casual enough.
"Me? No. Just had dinner with my extended family. My dads are still there with them, socializing. My aunt would likely drive them home later tonight."
"Can I come over?"
Rachel smiled and even from where Quinn stood, she noted the raised brow. "Don't you have homework to do?"
"I'll do it later – will pull an all-nighter if I have to. Please?"
"Oh alright," Rachel said. "Come on then."
Quinn had never sprinted so fast in her life that it felt as if she blinked towards Rachel's front porch. Rachel gasped then burst into giggles. They stepped into the warmth of her house, the front door falling shut behind them. Quinn embraced Rachel from behind and nuzzled into the warm spot of her neck. Her sleek black dress seemed to absorb all light. It felt silken under Quinn's touch as she fingered the hem.
"You look so damn hot," Quinn murmured, her lips grazing the shell of Rachel's ear.
"Mmmmm. I thought about you all day," she said. She tilted her head back to rest on the crook of Quinn's shoulder. She guided Quinn's arms to fully wrap around her waist. From the angle, Quinn could look down and be immersed in the view of Rachel's cleavage.
"Really? You did?"
"Don't act so surprised," Rachel huffed.
Quinn grinned and gave Rachel's frame a squeeze. "Sorry. What did you think about when you thought about me?"
When Rachel remained quiet for a moment longer than she expected, Quinn shifted so she had a good view of the older woman's face. There she found a bashful expression. Something playful in the way Rachel refused to meet her gaze made Quinn laugh. "Hey, come on. Tell me."
"If I tell you, promise me you won't let it go to your head."
The pink-haired girl smirked and Rachel burst into laughter. "If you have to tell me that, I'm pretty sure it will go to my head. But tell me anyway."
Rachel spun around in Quinn's arms and rested her forearms against the younger woman's shoulders. Her fingertips trailed along the nape of her neck, and her bashful look was back. Quinn, if given the chance, could stare into Rachel's eyes all day. They were so bright and intense that it was near impossible to look away. She held Rachel's hips. Waited for her to speak even though she really wanted to kiss her.
"Well," Rachel began slowly – meandering on purpose. "When I woke up this morning, my body felt so… relaxed, so loose, you know? So it got me thinking about what made me lose all tension and came upon the conclusion that it was thanks to you that I slept so well." She patted Quinn's shoulders and pushed out of her embrace. "Then I proceeded to masturbate to the thought of you fucking me into the bed."
Rachel, in a bout of giggles, kicked off her heels and ran up the stairs. All while Quinn's brain caught up. Wait, what? Rachel's words registered and Quinn hurried to kick off her boots. They fell with a thump as she ran after Rachel, her socks skidding against the hardwood floors. She sprinted up the stairs just as the door to Rachel's bedroom clicked shut. Quinn burst into the room and found a breathless, laughing Rachel laying on the bed. Her flushed cheeks, the hem of her dress rode up the length of her legs. She looked ravaging.
"You're looking a little hungry, Quinn baby," Rachel was all smiles, all fluttering eyelashes. Her tongue peeked out between rows of white teeth.
"I haven't had an after-school snack yet," Quinn crawled the length of the bed, stopping when she hovered over Rachel. "Would you like to volunteer?"
Rachel laughed and cupped Quinn's cheeks. "You're a bit of a dork. Kiss me."
Happily, Quinn did as she was told. Rachel met her lips in a soft, tender kiss that curled Quinn's toes. She sank into the sensation of it, into the heat that radiated from Rachel's body. They kissed, breaths mingled, Rachel's tongue caressing the rows of Quinn's teeth. Rachel clung to her, arms and legs wrapped around her frame. She pushed Quinn off and flipped their positions so she now sat on top of the pink-haired girl's lap. Quinn gasped when Rachel's ass pressed against the bulge in her pants, but the older woman seemed to delight in it, rather than mind it.
"So, how was school?" Rachel asked with a sing-song tune to the question.
"Oh, you know… I went to class, glee club, the usual. Then I tried to pick a fight with our club advisor."
"Good, good… Wait, you did what? Quinn, why would you?"
Quinn shrugged. With her school friends it was easier to have the bravado, but with Rachel it was tougher to put up that front, to act careless and cold. She thought maybe it was because she did not want Rachel to get the wrong idea – to think her as callous and cruel when she wasn't. Rachel only looked at her. Did not pry, did not urge her to speak. Quinn leaned into the gentle caress of her hands.
"I guess – I wanted more from him as a teacher," she said, unable to keep her voice from cracking. "Like how glee club was in the beginning. Where we can air out our differences and our feelings, but he makes it all about himself now and it's so frustrating. I feel bad for him and how his fiancée keeps changing her mind about wanting to marry him every other week but do I have to worry about it when all I want to do is sing songs with my friends and win competitions?"
"It's not wrong of you to demand more from your teacher. I should know – I had a teacher fired once. Mostly because he was being inappropriate with a student, but also because he refused to give me the solos I deserved."
"You must have been fun to have in glee club," Quinn said with a grin.
"Oh, buddy, you say that now," Rachel shook her head, fingers raking through Quinn's choppy, rose-tinted hair. "I was insufferable. Just ask my best friend – she was in glee club with me and she hated my guts with how competitive I was. Granted, it paved the way for a friendship as strong as ours."
A beat of silence, as comforting as having Rachel's legs wrapped around her, lingered in the room. Quinn spent those quiet moments palming the rise of Rachel's hips, fingers sliding along the length of her calf to grip the backs of her thighs. "So what else did you do today, other than touch yourself while thinking of me?" Quinn asked.
Rachel huffed and Quinn laughed. "If you must know, I… did very little. Had a late breakfast, lounged around. Nothing interesting."
"Sounds nice," Quinn said, her voice a feather fall as she admired Rachel's face. Her eyelashes, the slope of her nose, her full lips. She did not voice it but the words built in the back of her throat. It was like choking when she wanted to say I wish I could do nothing with you. Instead she chose the lull of silence upon which they both drifted.