Santana was pleased to find that Christopher was still at William McKinley. She knew he was a year or two behind her, but she'd expected his parents to take him back to private school. Given the stories he had told about them, she was surprised they even let him go to public school. But when she visited her old stomping grounds during Thanksgiving break, she saw him getting his books from his locker. He still dressed like he was late to a Sunday school class, but he carried himself with such confidence now. Santana believed that she had something to do with this.
He looked her way and she smiled at him. She could practically see him get hard under his pants, which brought back some happy memories. She didn't want to revisit those fun times, but she had to admit she enjoyed herself. While she might not want him now, there was no reason why someone else couldn't enjoy him. She walked up to Christopher and leaned against the lockers, swaying her hips to the side. "Hey handsome."
"Hey baby," said Christopher. "How's college?"
"It's been fun," said Santana. "But I figured I come back and see how things are going."
"Do you have any plans?" said Christopher.
"Sure do," said Santana. "I'm booked."
"Oh," said Christopher.
"But I might have time for you," said Santana.
"Oh," said Christopher.
"Yeah," said Santana. "See, I've got a friend I want you to meet."
Marley and Santana stood in the Glee club room. Marley had just finished singing and was waiting on Santana's input. "You sound great."
"Are you sure?" said Marley. "Because I didn't feel like-"
"You were fine," said Santana.
"Well maybe my singing was fine," said Marley. "But my dancing was bad right? I've been trying to get in shape so I don't move you awkwardly."
"Your dancing was also fine," said Santana.
"Be honest," said Marley. "Do you honestly think my dancing was all that good?"
"Yes," said Santana. "You're great. Your only problem is that you lack confidence."
On queue, Christopher walked into the room. He'd been standing behind the door for the last few minutes. "Hey Santana."
"Christopher!" said Santana. "What a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?"
"I was just walking down the hall and I heard you talking," said Christopher. "I figured I'd come in and say hi. Am I interrupting anything?"
"Not at all," said Santana. "In fact, you came at the perfect time."
"Really?" said Christopher.
Santana pointed to Marley. "Well Christopher this is Marley. Marley this is Christopher."
"Hi Christopher," said Marley.
"Hi Marley." Christopher extended a hand and the two shook.
"Anyways," said Santana. "Marley's new to Glee club and she's a bit nervous. I was thinking you could listen to her sing and tell her how she's doing."
"I could do that," said Christopher. "If that's fine with you."
"Sure," said Marley.
"Great," said Santana. "Now I'm going to leave."
"Why?" said Marley.
"I don't want to influence Christopher's opinion of your singing in any way," said Santana as she stepped out the door. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
Marley finished singing for the second time. She looked at Christopher, who was watching her in awe. "Wow, that was amazing."
"Really?" said Marley. "You aren't just saying that to make me feel happy?"
"Not at all," said Christopher. "If you do that at the next performance, I'm sure it'll bring the whole house down."
"Well, things are going to look different on stage," said Marley.
"How so?" said Christopher.
"Well, I'm going to be wearing a bikini," said Marley.
"Oh," said Christopher. "Well I don't see how that changes anything."
"You don't?" said Marley.
"Yeah," said Christopher. "I'm sure the song will be just as good no matter what you're wearing."
"Really?" said Marley. "Your enjoyment of the song wouldn't change if I were wearing a bikini?"
"Not by much," said Christopher. "Do you want to perform in a bikini?"
"Not really," said Marley.
"Well what did your coach say?" said Christopher.
"Coach?" said Marley.
"The guy in charge," said Christopher. "Did you tell him you don't want to perform in a bikini?"
"I did," said Marley.
"And what did he say?" said Christopher.
Marley bit her lip. "He told me to get over it."
"Oh," said Christopher.
"Yeah," said Marley. "He's making me do it and I know when I get on stage everybody's going to see me and think I'm gross."
"Back up," said Christopher. "You're not gross."
"Come on," said Marley.
"You're not," said Christopher.
"You've only seen me with my clothes on," said Marley. "You have no idea how I'll look like with a bikini on."
"No," said Christopher. "But I'm sure...what are you doing?"
Marley was taking off her clothes. She had unzipped her jeans and dropped them to the floor. She then took off her jacket and shirt. She stood in front of Christopher, wearing only her underwear. "See, this is how I'm going to look in a bikini. Are you still going to tell me I won't look gross?"
Christopher met Marley's gaze. "No, you're not going to look gross."
Marley leaned in and kissed Christopher. It was a brief peck on his lips, but he was stunned by it. He just stared off into space for a while. Marley snapped him out of it. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for another round of kisses. This time, she forced her tongue between his lips. Christopher opened his mouth to accommodate her. Soon, their tongues were wrestling each other for dominance. Christopher began to pull his shirt up. Marley helped him out and soon she tossed it to the side. Christopher unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. Now he was only in his underwear, just like Marley. A playful smile came over her face. "Wow."
"What?" said Christopher.
"It's just...I didn't know you had this under there." She ran her hand over his abs and up to his chest. "Just wow."
"Well touch all you like." He leaned in and kissed her again. She took a step backwards, running into the piano bench. She fell back so that now she lay on the bench. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Christopher's eyes widened as she did this. His attention turned to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to her chest. He grasped her bra in his mouth and lifted it from Marley's body. He dropped it on the floor and went for her nipples. He nibbled on each one until they were hard. Marley arched her back as he did this. He didn't stay there long. He moved down her stomach, kissing her navel, and then reached her waist.
He was face to face with Marley's panties. His fingers snaked under the waistband, brushing against her clit as he did this. Marley's heart skipped a beat. With one motion, he pulled her underwear down. Marley quivered as she felt his breath between her thighs. Christopher stuck out his tongue and Marley closed her eyes in anticipation. She felt his warm, wet tongue touch her body. It circled her clit. Her hands shook, waiting for him to lick it, but instead he just teased her. Every circle got closer and closer, but he never touched it. Suddenly he pulled his tongue off of her. Then he kissed her clit. Marley moaned. She put her hand on the back of his head and shoved him in close. He was practically slobbering over her. He grabbed her waist and squeezed her buttcheeks. The whole room was filled with the sounds of him devouring her sex.
Christopher got up and pulled down his boxers, giving Marley a good look at his member. Goddamn that was big. It was also very hard. He aligned it with her body and thrust inside of her. Her eyes widened. She felt a brief ache when he forced himself inside her, but it was gone now, replaced by waves of pleasure. His hand were still gropping her buttcheeks, his fingers kneading her flesh. He pushed forward, causing Marley to squirm. She locked her legs together, meeting around his tight buttocks. Her body shot up and she wrapped her arms around his upper body. She pulled him into her as he thrust forward. She bucked her hips, matching his motions. Her breasts bounced wildly from the motion of their bodies. Marley dug her fingers into Christopher's muscled back and pulled herself closer to him, pressing her pillowy mounds against his body. She leaned her head backwards and screamed. Soon, she could feel his hot seed entering her body.
Santana stood outside the door, peering in to watch the two went at it. She smiled to herself. Marley was definitely getting a confidence boost. As she watched, she could here footsteps behind her. She turned to see Jake walking down the hallway. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
"I'm thinking of getting some practice in," said Jake.
"You can't," said Santana, moving herself in front of the door.
"Why not?" said Jake as she tried to move behind her.
Santana managed to block him. "Because Mr. Schue is there."
"So?" said Jake.
"Well he's trying on costumes for the next competition," said Santana. "And...well he's kind of naked right now."
"Oh," said Jake.
"Yeah," said Santana.
"I guess I'll come back later," said Jake as he walked away. Suddenly he turned around. "Wait, you said Mr. Schue was doing a dress rehearsal?"
"Uh-huh," said Santana.
"By himself?" said Jake.
"Yes," said Santana.
"That doesn't make any sense," said Jake. "The costumes are supposed to be for us, not him. He's not going to fit in them."
Santana pursed her lips together for a while. "I told him that too, but he didn't listen. Between you and me, I think Mr. Schue's a bit of a weirdo."
"You can say that again," said Jake.