A/N: Wow! What a response, thank you! I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. :)
I never took into account how I'd feel when I actually walked through Rachel Berry's front door. The large house was empty but suddenly I felt claustrophobic. She regarded me gently with a soft smile warming her features.
"Would you like something to eat or drink? I could fix us a snack." She offered politely.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. She led me wordlessly to the living room and gently sat me down on the couch before disappearing to where I could only assume was the kitchen. As she was gone, my eyes wandered around the room. Her presence was everywhere. I saw a Baby Grand in the corner and idly wondered if she played. Probably. I saw her pictures on every wall as if haunting me. Mocking me. Her book bag sat on the floor by my feet and there was a bedazzled microphone by the TV. Basically, her home was just as I pictured it would be. Not that I pictured her house at all. Well, not much.
She mercifully entered the room moments later carrying two glasses of chocolate milk and a plate of cookies balancing on a bowl of what looked like some kind of fruit. Strawberries by the smell.
I reached for a glass but she pulled it out of my reach. "Sorry, that's mine. I'm vegan so I don't drink dairy." She explained when she gestured for me to grab the other glass. "Most people don't appreciate my lifestyle so I poured you a regular glass of chocolate milk."
"What's yours made of then? If not milk." I was genuinely curious.
"It's almond milk. I prefer it to soy."
I nodded as I sipped my milk then looked at hers. "Do you mind if I try it?"
Her eyes widened briefly before she smiled and handed me her glass. I took a small swallow and actually enjoyed it. "Next time, I want that."
She clapped her hands happily at my statement which brought a smile to my face. "Of course, Quinn."
"So what else don't vegans partake in?"
"Well any animal products or by-products. So besides dairy, I don't eat eggs, butter, and any meat." She ticked off her fingers as she counted each item.
I watched her long fingers with rapt attention before my ears registered the last word. A smirk overtook my features. "So you don't eat meat, huh? Does that make you a lesbian?"
She rolled her eyes at me and smacked my arm playfully. But her blush gave her away. "I don't like labels. My dads always taught me that love is love."
I frowned at her statement. That was a cop-out if I ever heard one. But I didn't want to really think about labels right now either because I was setting in Rachel Berry's house with every intention of allowing her to use my body for pleasure. So I didn't really have room to call her out on it. No pun intended.
"So should we establish some ground rules?" Rachel asked as she popped a strawberry in her mouth. My mind digressed to the gutter pretty quickly as I thought about how someday maybe she'd be popping my cheery.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Not because of the conversation Rachel just started but because of my over active imagination and the throbbing that had started down below.
"Sorry to just…rush things, but I thought we could talk about things. I wouldn't want to make you more uncomfortable than I'm sure you already are."
I thought of her question. Ground rules. "Well, I won't kiss you." Because I'm not gay. "And I'm not taking my clothes off."
She frowned and gnawed at her bottom lip. "I don't see how we can do…this, with your clothes on."
I waved my hand in dismissal. "You'll figure it out. Finn doesn't seem to have a problem with it."
Her lip protruded out in an adorable pout and I fought the urge to take it in my mouth and suck it.
"My ground rules are as follows. You do not talk about your boyfriend while we're otherwise engaged."
I nodded quickly acquiescing to her rule because I had no desire to have Finn anywhere near my mind while Rachel was with me.
"No talking at all actually."
I stared at her in disbelief. She was imposing a no talking rule. That was rich. But I nodded anyway.
"Before or after. I mean. Like when we finish. It's done. You don't mention it at school or anything. And you can't tease me about it, even when we're alone."
I bit my lip but nodded my acceptance.
"I would like you to continue sending the pictures. If you don't mind." She blushed as she said it and I smiled as I agreed. "And if either of us gets uncomfortable…we should have a safe word."
"You said no talking." I commented with a grin.
She huffed. "Naturally. But I don't want to do anything that you'll regret. So if you feel uncomfortable at any time…just say…playbill."
I laughed out loud and she glared at me. "No teasing. You just broke Rule # 3."
"Playbill it is." I replied with a large smile trying to bite back my laughter.
She nodded her head firmly as if she was finished. Then before she could suggest we draw up some kind of ironclad contract, I sat my glass of chocolate milk down and straightened out my Cheerios skirt. "Ready?"
She looked momentarily frightened before she calmed her features and placed her glass beside mine. The she stood from the couch before gently pushing me down into it. When I was slouched back into the sofa, she straddled me and began to kiss my neck thoroughly. I squeezed my eyes closed as my nails dug into the palms of my hands. I didn't know what to do but I knew I couldn't touch her. This was about me helping her.
As her hands wandered the length of my body, over my clothes, I couldn't help thinking that this was already infinitely better than anything else I had experienced up until this point. I tilted my head back to give her better access and I felt her hum in approval. Her mouth was attached to me as she sucked my neck hard and in the back of my mind I knew she would be leaving a mark. I pulled down the neck of my shirt to give her the hint to at least mark me in a position that I could hide. But when she did let go with a pop of her lips, I groaned at the loss of contact.
Instantly, she re-attached her mouth lower toward my collar bone. Her teeth nipped roughly and her tongue smoothed over any pain that she might have caused. But I was already feeling nothing but pleasure at the moment because her left knee had slipped between my thighs and she was grinding down on me. Every once in a while her knee would brush against my center and I would whimper at the sensation.
And her hands. Oh her glorious hands were squeezing my breasts. Sure they were outside of my clothes but that didn't seem to impede the experience. I vaguely thought that this was dry humping and I couldn't help hating the name. I was anything but dry at the moment.
Her gyrations increased. Harder, faster. Her knee kept pressing into me in a way that was never enough. And when she collapsed against me after having found release, I forced myself to slow my breathing. If this arrangement was going to work, we needed new ground rules because I couldn't help thinking that I wasn't getting anything out of this agreement.
She placed a soft kiss to my neck and pinched at what she assumed to be my nipple (boy was she right). And then she climbed off of me. She flattened out her skirt and cleared her throat.
"Thank you, Quinn. That was infinitely better than my failed attempts at masturbation. If you don't mind, I'm going to excuse myself." She blushed as she crossed her legs intentionally. "I have to change my underwear."
She was gone before I could argue. But then I became aware of the glistening spot on my leg. Her arousal. She had an orgasm and there was proof right there on my leg. I stared longer than I should have before I wiped it off with the napkin that was left on the table.
Before she came back downstairs, I walked out of her house. I didn't want it to be awkward when she rejoined me. Plus, I needed to change my own underwear.
As I lay in bed that night, I let my mind wander to my encounter with my little sex addict. She lasted marginally longer than Finn ever did, but that wasn't what kept me up at night. What kept me up was the realization of how much better it felt to have her hands and mouth on me than it did to have Finn's on me.
I decided to keep my word and send her another picture. This time, I kneeled on my bed (on all fours) and took a photo of my ass. Fully clothed, but I did make sure it was a good view.
The next day, I invited her to my house after school to 'study.' After a brief introduction to my parents, I led her upstairs to my bedroom. She didn't seem to be in as much of a hurry as I was as she let her eyes roam the pictures on the walls and she took in everything about my room.
"We don't have a lot of time before my parents get suspicious." I told her as I plopped down on my bed and lay on my back. "Feel free to go under the shirt and over the bra…if you need to."
She nodded without a word. Then she climbed on the bed and lay on top of me. I wasn't complaining because I could feel her breasts against mine and when she started rocking into me, knocking our cores together I bit my lip to silence a moan.
Her hands did wander below my shirt and found purchase on each breast as she gently, then roughly, massaged them. She rocked us together more frantically and once again she kissed her way down my neck. The left side was sore from yesterday, so I tilted my head to allow her free roam of the other side. Once again, her mouth worked miracles.
One hand made its way from my right breast and onto my ass as she squeezed and caressed it best she could. With a few more thrusts, she removed her hand from my ass and brought it to her center. My eyes widened because as erotic as that could be right now, that was against the rules. Well, not our set rules but it was the whole reason I was here after all. So I grabbed her hand and refused to let her touch herself. The action made her whimper then grunt in disapproval.
She pulled her hand out of my reach and trailed it instead up my legs. The movement made my hips jerk upwards of their own accord. I closed my eyes as I slowly met her rhythm with my own. She was the one doing the touching as long as it stayed that way then I had nothing to confess to in Church this weekend.
Her hand trailed my inner thigh before she rubbed her fingers against my dampening spanks. It was cheating. The fact that her hand was trapped between both of our centers. Because I knew that as much as it stimulated me, it was getting her off quicker. And when she came shortly after, I huffed in disapproval because once again she left me wanting. Not wanting, because I don't want this. I was supposed to be helping her and she still got herself off. What did she need me for?
I voiced that sentiment a second later.
Her chest was heaving from the exertion as she ran her fingers through her hair nervously. "What do you mean? I couldn't have done that without you."
"I am very proud that you can get off so easily, Rachel. It does a lot for my ego." I said sarcastically. "But would it hurt you to enjoy it a little longer. It isn't a race, you know."
She stared at me for a minute, her eyes darkening. It made me wetter than I already was. "I was under the impression that we had to hurry. I mean, you led me up here so quickly."
She was right. But that didn't mean the actual act had to be done so quickly. "I thought you'd take a little more time getting to the end."
Soon, she was upon me. Her eyes were pure darkness. "I'm ready for more if you'll let me."
I nodded dumbly. She studied me carefully and I squirmed under her gaze. Then she kissed her way up my legs before stopping at my soaked spanks. I knew I told her that I would not remove my clothes, but I found myself praying she finds a way around that little detail.
Her mouth was on my center and I felt her hot breath against me. Her nose pressed against my throbbing clit and I humped her awkwardly without thought. Then she licked the length of me and moaned at what I assumed was the wetness she found there.
She crawled up the rest of me, kissing my stomach and reaching her right hand up to play with my breast again. As she straddled one of my legs and started riding me, her hand wandered back down to my core. She never removed my clothes, but her quick ministrations against my clit as well as the feel of her slick wetness on my leg were enough to bring me over the edge. I vaguely recalled that she joined me soon after. I let my eyes close as I came back to the land of the living.
This time, Rachel was the one who left without a goodbye. I was torn between wishing she'd stay and being content that I'd just had my first orgasm. The knowledge that my virginity was still intact was enough to stave off the fact that I knew without a doubt that I wasn't completely straight.
The following day, when I was at Rachel's she took me to her bedroom. Once she had worked herself (and by extension me) to her liking, she glanced at me questioningly. My brows furrowed because I didn't know what she was trying to ask me. The bad thing about her no talking rule (apart from not being able to hear her call out my name as she came, though I wasn't ready to admit to what that meant about me) was that I couldn't understand where she wanted to go from here.
Soon her fingers trailed down my body and rested on the waistband of my skirt. Her eyes gazed into mine as she waited for me to stop her. I didn't. Her fingers dipped underneath the material before finding their way to my panty line. Again, she paused and waited for me to stop her. I raised an eyebrow and smirked at her so she continued the journey with her fingertips. When her fingertips dipped beneath my underwear, she shuddered against my neck as she felt soft curls awaiting her.
Slowly (achingly slow) she moved further down until we both gasped. Her middle finger grazed my dripping clit and I knew we'd both be goners soon. She looked at me apologetically but I used my hand to bring hers where it had just been and nodded my encouragement. She bit her bottom lip adorably. Then she eased her fingers through my slick folds. My hips bucked at her as if to tell her to keep going. Of course, she got the hint. She was circling my clit quickly and with just the right about of pressure. As she quickened her pace, she began humping my leg. We both climaxed minute later.
She silently excused herself to use the bathroom. I don't know how long she was gone before I was startled out of my thoughts when my phone chirped and alerted me that I had a message from Berry.
I glanced toward the bathroom and then shook my head with amusement. I opened the message and came face to face with a video of Rachel Berry sliding out of her underwear before discarding the material in the laundry basket. It wasn't explicit; I saw nothing I shouldn't have. But the fact that she was now without underwear did things to me that I never thought I'd have to admit to myself. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the image as I replayed it twice more. The second time, I had to sit on my free hand so I didn't touch myself.
I had a lot of thinking to do that night. So I left her house before she returned, which I think is how she planned it because she took way too long in the bathroom to have been considered normal. That night I thought about everything that brought me to this point. I thought about Celibacy Club and the Christ Crusaders and Finn and the real reason I joined Glee Club which brought me full circle. Rachel. I wasn't ready to admit I was completely gay but I was ready to admit that maybe I was more than a little attracted to her.
With that admission heavy on my mind, I pressed play on my phone and watched Rachel Berry take her underwear off again. It never ceased to arouse me. I took a deep breath. She never ceased to arouse me. As I fell asleep with my phone clutched in my hand and my other hand deep inside my ruined underwear, I knew without a doubt tomorrow was going to be different.
The next morning when I pulled into the school parking lot, I was in the best mood I ever remembered being in. I arrived quite early as I had all week, because I knew that Rachel would already be there. As I made my way to her locker, I thought about tonight. I looked forward to maybe doing more than just helping Rachel again.
I paused to take in the view of her reaching up in her locker to put some books away. Her shirt rose a few inches to reveal a sliver of skin that I hadn't seen since that day in the bathroom when she cleaned herself after a slushy attack. I frowned at the knowledge. This whole keeping our clothes on thing made it really hard because I knew that she hid an amazing body underneath her hideous wardrobe.
Although, today her clothes don't look so bad. I tilted my head to the side as I licked my lips. I shook away those thoughts and approached her. I reached over her head, intentionally bringing our bodies close. When she shuddered against me, I bit my lip so I wouldn't moan in her ear.
"T-thank you, Q-Quinn." She stuttered out in a barely there whisper.
I let my breasts rest on her back for a moment, before I painstakingly pulled away. When we were a safe distance apart, she looked at me with eyes that swarmed with emotion. Unfortunately, I couldn't tell which emotion they were flooded with.
"So your place or mine tonight?" I asked suggestively.
She shuffled uneasily before tossing looks down the hallway. "I don't think it's a good idea any more, Quinn." She whispered.
"Why?" I frowned and my voice was raised a bit higher than it should have been given the conversation we were having.
She stepped closer to me and lowered her voice even further. It was strange to feel as if she was ashamed of me. Given our social status and all.
"This…" She pointed at me and then herself. "Was supposed to help me with the urges." She swallowed thickly. "It's having the opposite affect than it was supposed to."
I didn't understand what she was saying so I spat out the next words bitterly. "I didn't hear you complaining last night."
Her eyes widened at my tone but I refused to apologize for frightening her.
"You misunderstand Quinn." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the nearest bathroom.
I indistinctly acknowledged that this was the bathroom that boasted a picture of Rachel Berry masturbating.
"I…" She took a deep shuddering breath before releasing it. "You…"
"I what?!" I grunted with annoyance.
She looked down and refused to meet my eyes before mumbling something unintelligible. I hated myself for it but I stepped closer so I could hear her. Then I raised my arm toward her so I could raise her chin. I needed her to look at me when she turned me down. I needed her to see me when she did it.
"Could you repeat that?" My voice was just as quiet and wavering as hers. "I need to know why I can't help you with this. Why I'm not good enough for it."
Her eyes held mine and I could finally understand the emotion that ran through them; it was fear. I saw the same look every day I looked in the mirror. Fear of someone finding out something about me that I didn't want them to know. That I wasn't ready to know.
"It made things harder because…there are things I'd like to do to you that I can't do…with your clothes on."
My eyes widened because I definitely didn't see that coming. "You…" I closed my eyes as thoughts of my body spread naked for her to use as she wished flashed in my mind. I moaned at the visual before snapping my eyes open and looking at her. "That's what this is about? Rachel…I already told you that I am at your service. In whatever way you need me. I guess the rules can be amended."
She studied me for a moment. "Are you sure, because I don't want you to make you uncomfortable or make you feel pressured or..."
"Jesus never said anything about homosexuality!" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
After I admitted to myself that I enjoyed our encounter more than I should have, I read the Bible. Thoroughly.
"I mean." I calmed my breathing and shrugged. "At least, that's what I recently learned…at my Bible Study class…recently."
She continued to study me and her scrutinizing gaze made me shiver. "If you're sure about this."
"I promised I'd help you. I'm nothing if not a woman of my word." I told her with certainty. I had just as much drive and determination as she did and I vowed that I'd see this through.
I ate dinner at her house that night and talked amicably to her dads. Then Rachel announced that we had a glee project to work on and we were excused. Once again, I found myself in her bedroom lying on my back. Only this time, my shirt and bra were quickly discarded as she sucked on one of my hardened nipples. I was squirming underneath her but I refused to touch her because that would make me have to admit that I wanted this as much as she did and I couldn't do that because she was a sex addict and I wasn't fully gay.
When she withdrew her attention on my breasts, she kissed her way down my stomach and looked up at me with big eyes. I didn't care what she had planned, I promised her when we started this whole thing that my body was for her to use as she needed. I hoped my smile was encouragement enough for her.
A second later, my spanks and underwear were removed (I swear I did not eagerly lift my hips to assist in their removal). She kissed back up my legs before she settled herself between them. My breathing became ragged but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I nearly erupted when her mouth came into contact with my center. My legs dropped open on their own. And as she ate me out, the image was seared into my mind. My hips rose to meet her mouth and soon her fingers were joining her tongue in the exploration of my clitoris.
Without warning, her tongue penetrated me and I moaned her name loudly. That must have been all she needed because soon, a single digit replaced her tongue and pumped in and out of me carefully. I always thought this part would hurt more, but she took her time and she was kind. She waited for my insides to adjust around her before she pulled back out and pumped in again. My muscles clenched around the foreign object but I wasn't about to complain. As her finger worked agonizingly slow, her tongue circled my clit before she sucked the lips into her mouth and caressed it sweetly with her tongue.
I screamed loudly as I came and for the first time, I don't think she came with me. Instead, she crawled up my body and pulled me close to her. I should have felt exposed, me in only my cheerleading skirt and her in all of her clothes, but I didn't. As I let her wrap her arms around me, I had to possibly acknowledge for the first time that if I ever did admit I was truly gay…then I'd also have to cop to losing my virginity to Rachel Berry.
And nearly an hour later, when I was riding her face as she lapped up my juices eagerly, I realized that I had gone from eager recipient to active participant in this whole 'save Rachel Berry's soul' scenario. I clenched my eyes shut and thrust my center harder into her face; her hands steadied me as they grabbed my ass. She helped me grind into her a couple times before her hands left my ass and disappeared out of my view.
As I rocked into her, my breasts flopping all around…I think I finally admitted to myself that she wasn't the only one who needed saving. We'd probably both be going to Hell. But as I had my best orgasm yet and she continued to eat me anyway, I realized that this was definitely nowhere close to Hell. It just might be Heaven.
I crawled off of her and glanced down to see that her hands had disappeared inside her panties. She was masturbating. And I was mesmerized. When she came apart before me, I smiled at her just been fucked face. I wanted to kiss her but somehow, that was one of the only rules we had yet to break. That and no talking.
"Rachel?" I asked as I searched for my bra and shirt.
"Huh?"
"You have a soundproof bedroom and yet, you don't make a sound when you come. I'd figure that you'd be the vocal one."
She rose on her elbows and regarded me slowly. "I just…" She bit her lip and looked away from me. "I didn't what you to have to be reminded that you were here with me. I know this is just…community service for you, but I didn't want to make it so unbearable that you'd make me stop."
She was rambling again for the first time since we started our little…community service project. I didn't realize that I actually missed it.
"Never once did I forget that it was you I was with." I said as softly but certainly as I could muster.
She nodded. Then she beamed at me with a smile I'd never seen grace her lips before. At least, not directed at me. "Thank you, Quinn. For your help."
I rolled my eyes good naturedly. I think after what I just did to her that we both knew deep down that there was more to this than that. But she was allowing me to live in denial a little longer, so I'd take it.
"I'm heading out." I told her and smiled at the brief frown that crossed her features. "But I'll leave my panties with you."
She audibly gulped. I walked away without another word. And when I got home and crawled into bed, I didn't send her a photo of me. Nor did I get one of her. This time I sent her a text to simply ask if I could join her in the auditorium for lunch tomorrow. We did have a glee assignment to work on.
She immediately replied with a smiley face and the simple words, 'Of course.' For some reason, that made me happier than anything else she ever said to me. Not that I'd ever tell her that.
A/N: The girls start to bond next chapter! And of course, more community service for Quinn ;)