Authors Note: Due to popular demand (and a good idea), I'm adding to this story. After this there will be one more chapter I think and that'll be it.
Rachel really couldn't believe she was looking for Santana again. It had been a week since what she'd come to call The Library Incident, also known as the best orgasm she ever had, and she still couldn't go into the library without a shudder running down her spine.
And now she was looking for Santana again and since it was seven days later she's heading to the library. She finds Santana in the stacks at the very same spot the Incident had happened at a week ago. She's got that large book on her lap again and again it disappears when she notices Rachel.
"What do you want man-hands?" Santana demands glaring at her.
"Good afternoon to you too Santana" Rachel replies.
"Are we playing this game again?" Santana asks raising an eyebrow.
"Still no Brittany?"
"We're still not glued at the hip Midget."
An uncomfortable silence falls between them. While locating Santana had been easier this time, broaching the subject she had in mind was even more difficult than the previous time. She shifts her weight unconsciously from one foot to the next.
"Will you just sit down Midget" Santana barks, a demand not a question, "You're dancing about so much it looks like you're going to pee yourself."
Rachel sits next to Santana in the exact same spot as the week before, she flushes as she has a flashback to the incident.
Santana scowls at the diva, "I seriously hope you're not expecting a repeat performance, I don't allow anyone to use me for their pleasure" there's a pause then Santana adds, "without getting something back anyway."
"Thats not what I'm here for" Rachel says quietly.
"Just as well. So what is it man-hands, I don't have all day."
"The, um, pleasure you gave me last week..." Rachel begins.
"What did I tell you last time?" Santana demands, "I'm not having a conversation about anything with you if you can't say it."
"Fine" and its Rachel's turn to scowl, "The orgasm you gave me last week was the best I've ever had."
"Well if you've never masturbated and you're relying on Finnept for experience, that's not surprising" Santana opines.
"Anyway" Rachel continues, "I've been unable to replicate the experience myself and I presume its due to a lack of experience. So I was wondering if you could observe and offer advice."
When Santana didn't respond after a few moments, Rachel turns to look at her. She finds the girl with her head resting back against the wall and her eyes closed.
"Santana?"
"You want me to watch you masturbate and tell you where you're going wrong?" Santana asks, theres a tone of disbelief in her voice.
Rachel nods, "I'm assuming you're experienced in various techniques and researching videos on the internet hasn't really helped."
"Ay dios mio, are you trying to kill me Berry?" Santana asks now with one hand over her eyes.
"Um, no" is all Rachel can manage.
Theres another long pause, then Santana asks "So what do I get out of it?"
Rachel had guessed this question would come up, if Santana didn't immediately shoot down the idea, but she had no idea what to offer and she kind of dreaded Santana's answer to the question she was about to ask.
"What do you want?"
"Dinner at Breadsticks, we'll go after school then we'll go to your place. I assume your Dad's won't be around?"
"They have a conference this weekend. They'll have left before we get home.."
"Fine" Santana says.
Rachel climbs to her feet and makes her way to the end of the row, stopping when Santana calls her name.
"Berry, tell no one."
Rachel slowly climbs the stairs to her room, Santana following close behind. Now its actually happening, the diva is more nervous than she thought she'd be. After all, she's comfortable with her body and as an aspiring actress she should be ok with people looking at her. Its just not many people have looked at her naked, even with Finn she's usually in bed under the covers. They enter Rachel's room and Santana closes and locks the door behind her.
"Okay Berry, we're doing this my way. You do what I tell you when I tell you, no ifs or buts. Remember I can be out of here whenever I like."
Rachel just nods and stands, waiting for Santana's instructions.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" Santana asks, "Strip and get on the bed."
"Naked?" Rachel gulps.
"Berry, you've asked me here to watch you do what is pretty much the most intimate thing a person can do to themselves" Santana sighs, "If you've got a problem getting naked in front of me, I might as well leave now."
"Okay, okay!" Rachel says and starts to strip.
When she's standing in her bra and panties she chews her lower lip and glances at Santana. The other girl is sitting on the diva's office chair by her desk, arms over her chest watching. Santana just raises an eyebrow and Rachel continues to get undressed. Once she's naked she climbs onto the bed and sits, legs together with her back resting against the headboard.
"You know Berry, you don't look half bad. If you got rid of those weird outfits you might even be hot."
Rachel just sits there blushing, she can feel the other girls eyes traveling up and down her body and she's beginning to think that this might not have been such a good idea.
"Okay Berry, stop hiding yourself and spread your legs." When Rachel doesn't move, Santana raises an eyebrow, "Last chance. If you're not going to cooperate, I'm outta here."
Rachel nods and finally reveals the rest of her body to the other girl, her cheeks are burning bright red. Santana takes note of the other girls awkwardness and crosses to sit on the foot of the bed.
"You've nothing to be embarrassed about Rach." she says kindly, "Trust me, you look just as good as any other girl I've seen."
Rachel nods and manages a quiet "Thanks."
"Okay Rach, show me what you do."
Rachel takes a few deep breaths to calm herself and her hand moves between her legs. She starts running her fingers over her folds, slowly at first and very much aware of Santana's eyes on her. She feels a little growing arousal, but theres no jolt of electricity like she'd felt when Santana's fingers had barely brushed her.
"Do you normally touch yourself elsewhere?" Santana asks softly and get a shake of the head from the diva, "Masturbation, just like sex, involves the whole of the body, not just between your legs. Try stroking your breasts, or playing with your nipples too, like this." and she demonstrate on her still clothed form. "Some people like their stomachs stroked, or even their thighs. Experiment to see what works for you."
Santana watches as the diva's free hand roams her body, stroking and squeezing her breast, pinching at a nipple, nails raked over her stomach. She can tell its helping, the girl is starting to make some moaning noises and she is a little wet, but at this rate she's going to take forever to get anywhere.
"Don't rub so hard Rach, you'll just hurt yourself."
Immediately Rachel reduces the pressure her fingers exert between her legs and oddly she finds that feels better. But its still not enough and she can feel a familiar frustration building rather than pleasure and a sob escapes her lips.
"Who are you thinking about Rach?" Rachel looks at Santana blankly, so she elaborates, "Arousal is as much mental as physical, if you're not in the mood, its not going to happen. So who do you fantasise about?"
"Finn?" It comes out as a question rather than a statement.
Santana shakes her head slightly, "Well thats obviously not helping. What about, I don't know, Zac Efron or Taio Cruz, someone like that? Maybe some Broadway leading man?"
Rachel just shakes her head, "I've tried, it doesn't help."
Santana sighs and thinks for a moment. "What or who were you thinking about last week in the library?" Rachel just blushes and says nothing, "Well?" demands Santana.
Rachel looks away and in a small voice says "You."
Silence descends for a moment and all movement is stilled. Rachel can't bring herself to look at the other girl as she's sure she'll see an expression of hate or disgust on her face.
"Okay" Santana croaks, she swallows and tries again," Okay, try that. Tell me what I'm doing to you."
Rachel closes her eyes and tries to conjure up the scene in her head. "You're kissing me, my lips, sucking on my neck. Your hands on my breasts, kneading and squeezing the, pinching my nipples."
Rachel can feel herself getting wet already, her fingers slide easily through her folds and she can't help but moan a little. "Your lips move to my breast, sucking on a nipple, one hand on my hip, the other stroking my stomach." She moves her free hand to touch her stomach as she's imagining Santana is and her whole body shudders at the touch.
"Your hand slides between my legs, fingers caressing and exploring me, your thumb finds my clit and you circle it, still kissing me, sucking in my neck and breasts."
Rachel whimpers and her descriptions start to break up. Santana makes out the odd word or phrase here or there, things like "inside me" as the girl plunges her own fingers into her core, "stroking and rubbing" as her thumb does just that on her swollen clit.
And Rachel gives up trying to talk, a constant stream of moans and grunts coming from her lips as her soaked fingers work frantically between her legs. Her toes literally curl and she throws her head back against the wall as she pants for breath.
And then she's suddenly silent, Santana can see her whole body tense, for a moment entirely still and then she explodes, muscles shuddering and waves of movement pulse through her body as she screams her orgasm.
"Santanaaaaaaaaaaa!"
A few minutes later Rachel relaxes, she pulls her fingers out of herself and she can't help but blush at what she's just done, just come fantasizing about the girl sitting on the other end of the bed. She glances up at Santana and sees the other girl begins to crawl up the bed towards her, there is a look of hunger on her face and Rachel can see her eyes are blown.
"Congratulations Berry, looks like your gay."
"Wh-What are you doing?" Rachel asks nervously as Santana comes to a stop with her lips a hairs breadth from the diva's.
"I'm going to make your fantasy come true."