The next day, as Rachel sat in her Biology class , her last class before lunch, she could already feel her core tightening in anticipation of what was coming next. Last night, after going home, she had laid on her bed for hours thinking over everything that had happened in the bathroom at school. No-one had ever made her feel that good before and if there was a way to feel that way all the time.
"Rachel, would you sit still, please?" she heard a whisper beside her. Kurt, her best friend was leaning over from his desk.
"I'm sorry. I'm just anxious, that's all." she told him, trying to focus on the work in front of her so she didn't let her true emotions out.
"About what? Lunch? What's happening. Has Mr Schue brought back that stupid purple piano thing? Oh, god, if he has, there's no way I'm singing on front of the school, not after the food fight." Kurt started to ramble and Rachel giggled.
"Is there a problem, back there?" the teacher asked, looking over at Rachel and Kurt.
"No, Sir. Sorry, Sir." Rachel muttered, immediately sobering up. Her Biology teacher was the strictest teacher in the school. No-one could have any sort of fun in his classroom. He glared at Rachel before going back to reading something out of the book. In front of her, Brittany pretended to fall asleep because of his monotone voice. This made Rachel, Kurt and Mike laugh but they immediately smothered the laughs with their arms.
"Don't Brittany. You'll get us into trouble." Hissed Mike from his spot in front of Kurt. The four New Directions always sat together and it made the class a little more enjoyable because they could whisper to each other and pass notes if they wanted to. The other students in the class were jealous of the unlikely friendship between the diva, the dancer, the cheerleader and the fashionista, but they were never allowed to join in the conversations and had to suffer through the class in their own ways.
"Sorry." Brittany whispered back. The four of them looked back down at their books and finished off the questions set, the teacher droning on in the background. Every now and then, Rachel would look up at the clock and it seemed as though time was going backwards until finally the bell rang. She slammed her books shut and ran out the door before the teacher had even finished dismissing the class. Mike, Kurt and Brittany looked at each other in surprise. The four of them usually walked to their lockers together before heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Kurt shrugged and they left the classroom.
Quinn was already in the bathroom when Rachel arrived, breathing hard from running all the way to her locker and then to the bathroom. She shut and locked the door behind her and faced the grinning cheerleader.
"Well, well, well. Look who's come running from class just to get off." Quinn said, a dangerous tone dripping from her voice. She began to circle the trembling girl and suddenly gave her a shove, sending her sprawling onto the floor.
"Stay there, bitch." Quinn told her. She quickly shed herself of her skirt, spankies and underwear and allowed her already throbbing cock spring free. It waved gently as Quinn crouched down behind Rachel and stripped the girl of her clothes.
"Wha-what are you going to do to me?" Rachel whimpered as Quinn felt her ass.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Quinn teased. She reached into her backpack and grabbed the lube. She quickly smeared it onto her cock and then positioned herself over Rachel's unused hole. Slowly, she lowered herself into Rachel, feeling the girl squirm underneath her.
"No, not there!" Rachel cried but Quinn ignored her and kept going until she was completely inside Rachel. Then she began to thrust herself in and out until she finally came. She quickly pulled out and replaced her absent cock with a butt plug. Rachel whimpered.
"Keep that plug in until tomorrow's lunch. I want you to feel me sloshing around inside you for the rest of the day. I know It will drive you crazy." Quinn told her.
"What if I need to use the toilet?" Rachel asked, slowly catching her breath.
"Hold it in." Quinn shrugged. She rolled Rachel over and reached into her bag again. This time she pulled out a pair of lacy panties.
"Put these on." she said, shoving them in Rachel's face. The girl quickly obliged and slipped them over her feet. As soon as they were on, Quinn pressed a button on the remote she'd hidden in her hand and watched as Rachel's eyes rolled back in an immediate orgasm.
"Take it, bitch." Quinn taunted as Rachel began her second orgasm. Over the next half an hour, Quinn made Rachel fall off that invisible cliff twenty times. Then she got herself dressed, packed her bag ad left the bathroom as abruptly as she had yesterday, again leaving a barely conscious Rachel lying on the bathroom floor.