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Rachel is going to be the death of me. I thought I could go to sleep, but after that promise of getting to hang out after school tomorrow, my mind woke completely up. It picks and chooses when it wants to go into overdrive; think of Rachel and its hyperactive, but give me a Spanish quiz and it's a different story.

Normally when I can't sleep I turn on Skinemax, watch until I can't hold my eyes open, but I think that would be the opposite of helpful to my problem tonight. I don't want to watch that stuff, I want to do that stuff, with Rachel. Not sex, I mean I do want to do that, but not until she's ready. The other stuff though, I want to do that with Rachel. I want to make her feel good.

I feel bad, about earlier. I could've probably been more helpful, and maybe she could've actually gotten herself off. That would have been like crazy hot, but I would've been really jealous that I couldn't be there to see it. There's a part of me that feels really, I don't know, pumped that she didn't though. Like, only I can do that for her, make her feel that good, it's like I'm special. There is nothing like Rachel falling apart in my hands, the way she bites her lip, the sweet sounds that come out of her mouth. I want to see more, I want to make her feel even better than usual, I could use a few tips though. Maybe a few videos won't be a bad idea after all…where's my laptop?


"Come in Finn." Even though I already saw her at school today, my heart flips a little at the beam Rachel gives me while I step inside.

"Thanks for inviting me over."

"I made you a promise," she winked "are you ready to eat?"

Oh she has no idea.

"Totally, what's for dinner?"

I'm not exactly a fan of vegan food; I didn't even know what it was until I met Rachel. It's just kind of weird, like, if you don't eat the stuff that comes from animals, which is pretty much everything, what are you really eating? And like the 'vegan meat', what is it? It really looks like meat, and even tastes kind of like it; so it kind of freaks me out to think about what else I might have eaten that could look like what I really want, but really be something else. Rachel says it's not that different from when I get a burger from McDonalds, or a taco from Taco Bell; that that's not really meat either. But that's totally not true, fast food places are legit. And tasty, so that squashes that theory.

But this is what Rachel likes, and I am actually pretty hungry so I dig in to my plate of impostor food with a big smile.

"That was great Rachel, thanks."

"Really? I'm glad you liked it Finn, I'll have to make it again for you soon!" Me and my big mouth.

"Great, can't wait."

"Are you full?" she asks, leaning over to pick up my spotless plate. That's love I tell you.

"Not yet" super smooth, this guy right here. I pull her closer by the hand that was reaching for my plate, kissing her full on the mouth. I let it build up slowly, stroking her knuckles, trying to ignite as much passion as I can in her. Pulling her out of her chair and onto my lap I deepened the kiss, immediately feeling a gush of wetness on my knee. Oh Rachel. Then more wetness, and more…

"Finn, I'm wet."

"I know babe, I felt it, it's kind of weird but I'm okay with it."

"No Finn, we knocked over your cup of water."

Oh. Well that explained it.

"Since your knee caught the most of it there's not really a mess to clean up" she commented, picking the cup up from the table, "do you want to go upstairs?"

I've been dying to hear that question all night. Without even a word I scoop Rachel up, carrying her up the stairs and to her bedroom, sitting her down at the foot of the bed and standing between her knees. Cradling her face in my hand, I dip my head down, closing the distance between our mouths. Yeah, my neck kind of hurts like heck; it's a long way down there, but I can tell she's enjoying this, and working her up is the whole point.

When Rachel starts to scratch at my lower back a little, I decide it's time for the next step. I drop to my knees and carefully, hoping really hard that she doesn't slap me, I reach for the hem of her top. I run my fingers along the bottom, lifting it ever so slightly, silently asking permission. Please don't hit me, please don't hit me, please don't hit me.

Realizing what I want, Rachel nods her head, reaching down herself to pull the shirt up and over revealing Rachel's bare boobs staring me in the face. Well hello there.

I must look pretty shocked, or stupid, or both because Rachel suddenly lets out a nervous giggle. "That top didn't require a bra so…" she started, beginning to wrap her arms around herself. No she can't do that!

"Stop, you're beautiful Rach." That was obviously the right thing to say, her beautiful smile lit up her face, and her arms dropped to her sides. Yes! "Can I touch you?"

Biting her lip, she nods her head. Taking one of the orbs in my hand, I started to massage, running my thumb over the nipple and hearing a small moan escape her lips. This is awesome! It's like playing with soft little…wait, not little. Oh God she'd be pissed if she knew I said little. They're the perfect size, they fit in my hand just right and they feel super amazing under my fingers. She looks like she's enjoying it, I wonder what she'd think if I…

"Oh." Taking her into my mouth, rolling the little bud around was a good move. A few more of those heavenly Oh's slip out of her mouth, before I start to pull down her skirt.

Rachel raises her hips, helping me to pull it completely off, my mouth still attached to her the whole time. Slowly, I slide down from the amazing boobs, hoping that I'll be seeing them again soon. Gently pushing her backwards I begin a trail of kisses down her stomach, easing her into it until I reach her panty line.

"What- what are you doing?" I could hear the worry in her voice as she sat up looking down at me.

"I want to make you feel good Rach, trust me?" please say yes, I can practically feel this already, please don't crush my hopes and dreams. Use the eyes Hudson, turn the eyes on her!

Staring into my hopefully magical eyes for a few seconds she finally nods, taking a deep breath and leaning back again. She places her hands at the sides of her underwear, and agonizingly slowly pushes them down, lying completely naked in front of me.

I can't breathe. Everything just kind of freezes, I can't take my eyes off of this beautiful woman, I can't even move to adjust my pants that feel about two sizes too tight in the front now. A small hand squeezing my shoulder finally brings me back, and I look down at her laid out in front of me. It's time.

Placing a hand over her abdomen to keep her still, I start placing kisses on the insides of each thigh, working her up again. Until I reach my destination, licking a wide stripe right up that little bundle of nerves that makes Rachel squirm when I touch it.

"Oh my God!" Holy sweet Cheesus that hurt! But that sound was exactly what I was aiming for, so pulling her hand from my head that probably has a bunch of hair now from that death grip; I link our fingers together by her side and dive back in.

Rachel tastes incredible, like better than the birthday cake my mom ordered last year with the super sweet icing, and that's saying something. The internet said that a girls' taste was dependant on her diet, and here I was making fun of her Vegan stuff earlier, I should go back and kiss that pan of food.

Her body squirmed around, but my arm's big enough to hold her in place. My name was on repeat, falling from her lips in breathy gasps, she moaned deeply when I plunged my tongue inside, savoring her flavor, and she wailed when I took the bundle of nerves between my lips and started to suck. She was my own personal little instrument, releasing the greatest sounds at my touch, steadily increasing in volume. I would pat myself on the back if all my hands weren't busy.

Her body started to tremble, the hand gripping my own squeezed while the other came back up to attack my hair again, pushing me hard into her glorious lady parts. There went those boxers.

"Finn!" I could definitely get used to this.

Wiping my mouth off I lifted myself off the floor, crawling up to lie on the bed next to Rachel, taking her small naked body into my arms.

"That was…how did you...thank you" she breathed, giving up on what she was about to say, and reaching towards my pants "do you need me to…?"

"No, umm, I'm good." Looking pointedly at the spot on my lap, she followed my gaze and nodded in understanding.

"Good, cause I'm kind of worn out now. Under normal circumstances I would tell you to get those soiled pants out of my bed, but that would be a moot point right now since I'm fairly certain we just ruined my sheets anyway. Hold me?"

"Anytime babe." Pulling her closer to me and bringing up the comforter to cover us I kissed her forehead. Her skin was still heated, clammy; the effect all of my efforts. Who knew studying could be so productive?

I feel so dirty, but I had to make up for holding out on them last time! Hope you enjoyed, update coming soon! Reviews make my day!