"I need to sit down. You're making me weak."

Will sat down, leaning against the oak, Rachel between his legs with her back against him, enfolded by him. A peaceful quiet lay over them, interrupted only by occasional light smacks and slurps of his lips and tongue on her nape and neck and ears, and her sighs when he touched her breasts. An hour or two in Eden went by.

Another couple walked past them through the trees about twenty feet away.

"Be careful. You've been depantied, remember."

Rachel, with the hem of her dress riding very high, closed her legs, but not completely. She wanted them to see so they'd be inspired to go off and find their own bliss. She wanted everyone in the world to be fucking so they'd be too busy and morally compromised to worry about whom she was fucking.

"If you'd have licked my clit five more seconds they'd have heard me in Cleveland."

"That's the only reason I didn't."

"Liar. Conceited bloody liar."

"I love you, Rachel."

"I loved you first."

"What are we…" he began,

"Going to do?" she finished.

"When Tristan and Isolde drank the love potion..." he began,

"They'd already been in love, they just didn't know it. But King Mark lay in wait for them; this hypocritical society lies in wait for us," she finished with a flourish. Then, "I'm scared."

"Of what? They can't do anything to you."

"But they can do plenty to you, and that would be much worse for me. When I say I love you, it goes deep. It didn't just happen today. I'm not some stupid schoolgirl with a crush."

"I know that. I wouldn't be here if I thought you were. And yes, there's a risk, and yes, I could get hurt, very badly hurt. But isn't that part of it my call?"

"Not completely. You don't understand how important you are and to how many people. If you go down for that reason, glee goes down, probably forever. The idiot Figgins and psychopath Sylvester will have won. Thirty years of kids would have lost. I don't need it, I'm a pro. I'm there because of you. But the joy the others get, how do you replace that?"

Will waited a minute before finally responding. "Look, I'm not suggesting I be your date at prom. We can be careful, take trips out of town, act our roles in school. We've already been doing that."

"Not as well as you think. I've heard things. I've seen things on the walls of the girls' bathrooms. There are jealous, vengeful, vicious people out there. You can be very naïve sometimes. I was terrified at Groman's. I felt everyone was watching us, ready to whip out their cells and dial 911 if you so much as touched my hand. Of course I knew they weren't, they didn't give a damn, but it's how I felt."

Will knew she was right and that he'd lost. Like everything else, a lover's intelligence could have its down side. What was worse for the moment was that she had made him love her even more.

Rachel cried when she saw the loss in his eyes. Her composure restored, she told him what she had thought about on her drive to Groman's.

"I go to theater camp. It might as well be called summer sex camp. I'm not a virgin. I've slept with men almost as old as you. None of them were as talented as you, none as good a person."

Compliments aside, Will wasn't all that surprised. Rachel's ability to surprise him had been diminishing rapidly of late.

"It's not the end of our world. I'll be 18 in my senior year. Then I'll be leaving Lima, and so could you. In the meantime, please don't wait. Look for someone, find someone, love someone. I don't want to steal time or chances from you. You may see me with a boy from school. Know this. There's none of them I could marry or even take with me out of Lima ."

"You're incredible, amazing, wonderful, marvelous, and maybe even a tiny bit sexy."

"Is that all?" she asked with an adoring smile. "But tell the truth, were you hoping to find me at Groman's?"

"Yes."

"Why today?"

"I had my first sex dream about you, about us, this morning."

"Oh, really? What took you so long? I had one about us, too, this morning. But then, I often fuck you in my dreams, and especially in my daydreams. Now give - details, a girl always wants details."

"I was lying naked on a beach. You came up, also naked, lay on top of me and took me inside you."

Rachel could now feel a very distinct hardness stirring against her ass again. She grabbed her chance, literally and figuratively, and proceeded to give him details, lots and lots of lascivious details.

"My dream of us was almost identical, except you got on top of me and fucked me very deep. But had I been in your dream, it would have gone a little differently. If you were lying naked on your back, instead of getting right on top of you, I would have knelt over you and licked and sucked your balls first and then your cock until you were going crazy and I could taste a bit of your salty cream before I put your hot wet cock into my hot wet cunt," she related lubriciously.

Feeling him throb, she pushed the base of her palm hard against the base of his hardon and ran it slowly up his flagpole until he saluted.

"Emma was right. You are a whore, Will."

"Oh yeah? And what does that make you? You could make a dead man come."

"You a Stones fan, Will? As for me, as everyone knows, I'm a sweet, innocent virgin who has absolutely no idea what effect her ridiculously short skirts and knee socks have on teenage boys and dirty old choir directors and that no one but the hottest males in the school like. As the hottest of them all, Will Schuester, do you like me? Huh? Do you like me even a little?"

"If I hadn't already taken off your panties, I would have done it now."

"And then what? Licked me, fucked me? You can't imagine how much I want that with you. And don't say you can because you want it too. You can't, believe me. But if it's any consolation, and I know it isn't, you'll be doing it to me even more now in my fantasies."

They kissed many, many more times, passionately, affectionately, reverently. As twilight approached, they got up, brushed each other off, her bare ass under her thin cotton dress reminding them that panties needed to be returned and somewhat reluctantly donned.

They left the woods and walked side-by-side, hand-in-hand, in terrible pain, back to their cars. They saw each other again on Monday.

The End.