Part 8

She stares for a little while as I stand with my spanks at my knees. Her hazel eyes flicker up to meet mine. "Can I touch it?"

Damn. My cock twitches. Quinn Fabray just uttered the sexiest words I'd ever heard.

My mouth refuses to form the word 'No'. Hell, I want her to touch me.

Quinn Fabray has possibly featured, in someway or another, in all of my sexual fantasies. Sometimes she watches, sometimes she joins in. I can be with someone else, Finn (not for the past few months), the new Vocal Adrenaline Coach, or Santana even, and she's always there, interrupting, joining, enjoying the performance. Sometimes she's not even all that prominent, a flash of blonde hair and red uniform, those piercing eyes glaring their disapproval, but she always makes an appearance.

I've long ago come to terms with my attraction to Quinn, and I believe that that is why she plays such a big part in my fantasy life, but never, never in my wildest dreams or imagined worlds did I think that one day, Quinn Fabray would ask if she could touch me there.

"Why?" I squeak.

She looks at me then, not my junk. Her pretty eyes look straight into mine. "Because I never have before," She swallows. "And I trust that you won't force or pressure me into doing something more."

I take a deep breath but she continues.

"I can't ask one of the guys, Rachel." She nips at her lip. "At least if you say no, I know that you won't spread it around."

Well, that was certainly true, no matter how much I would actually want to yell from the roof tops that Quinn Fabray touched my naughty place, no one else can know about my cock. No one.

"Ever since I caught you in the girls' bathroom back at school, I've been curious." Her eyes flicker down to my crotch. "What's it like to have one? What does it feel like? Does it work properly, and by extension, do your other parts work correctly?"

My eyebrows rise at her questions. "Everything works completely normally, Quinn, and its … kinda cool having a dick." I smirk at her. "Not that I would ever want it to be constant because it can be a big pain in the ass too." I reach down and just about manage to stop as I'm about to grope myself. "It's fun to play with." I'm blushing, but it's the truth.

"And that's what you were doing in the school toilets? Playing with it?" She nips at her lip and I wonder if I'm the only one she's ever really talked about sex and sexuality with because she seems awfully shy on the topic. I'd have thought that Santana, Brittany and the Cheerios would've worked that blush out of her by now.

I only just now realise that Quinn always keeps quiet when the topic of sex comes up, or she deflects, like when I first dated Jessie and I needed advice from the Glee girls. She told me I was making her baby sick. She all but ignores Santana when she makes a rude comment. Despite no longer being a virgin and having been pregnant, I think Quinn Fabray is possibly the most innocent teenager I've ever known.

"I was masturbating, Quinn." I reply. "You caught me masturbating."

There's that furrow between her brows again and I'm kind of dreading her next question if it's what I think it's going to be.

"Why at school? Couldn't you have waited?"

Yay! I'm showing her my serious face, but inside I'm twirling around with my arms thrown out, a huge smile on my face. For a moment there I was expecting her to ask me why I was jerking off. How could I explain that she was the reason? The Unholy Trios performance in Glee had caused a boner that no amount of Streisand could subdue.

I prepare myself to speak by taking a slow breath. What I'm about to reveal is entirely personal to me, but I think that after showing Quinn both my vagina and my penis, I can tell her pretty much anything without her blabbing it around the school.

"You know the song I keep singing?"

She frowns as she thinks. "The one about feeling half and now being whole?"

I sigh as she mangles the lyrics to a classic. "Have you never seen Funny Girl, Quinn? Really, I need to arrange a movie night for Glee club. How can you people go through life without seeing one of the greatest movie musicals ever made?"

Quinn blinks and then smirks. "I'm more of a Beauty and the Beast girl, Rachel. Movies made when my mom was younger than I am now, hold little appeal to me."

I can see from the grin on her lips that she knows what she's doing to me, but I gasp anyway. "You're missing out on so much. I will make it a mission of mine to properly educate you in classic cinema, Quinn. I have an extensive movie library, perhaps we can start tonight." I knew that would wipe the smirk off of her face.

"Anyway," She rolls her hand and her eyes. "Back on topic. What were you going to say about that song, which I'm now guessing is from Funny Girl?"

Crossing my arms over my chest, I huff, and then remember that I'm currently standing exposed from the waist down in front of Quinn. I drop my hands in a way that covers me somewhat as we're conversing.

"Do you remember when the guys were imagining Coach Bieste while they were making out with us?" I try to gauge whether or not she understood what I was getting at, but all she does is nod her head, so I sigh. "The beautiful and powerful song that is People, is my coach Bieste." I grimace, because I really did like coach Bieste and I thought it completely unfair that the guys used her like that. "As much as I adore, and wish to emulate Barbra, she does nothing for me; sexually. And, the scene in Funny Girl in which she sings People, is heart breaking. So, I tend to use it when I'm becoming … amorous."

"But you weren't singing in the stall." She scowls at me. "I wouldn't have walked in if you were."

"The singing didn't work, Quinn." I sigh my exasperation. "Sometimes it doesn't, but I can't just wait until I get home like I would if it was any other time of the month. This thing is too obvious to hide. I had to take care of it."

She looks back down at my penis then and purses her lips in thought. "Does it feel good to touch it?" She asks after a short while.

I have to grin. "Yeah. It's different to masturbating with a vagina, but it's still good."

She blushes furiously. "So, would it feel good if I touch it?"

The air rushes out of my lungs because hell yeah it would feel good. Just imagining Quinn with her delicate fingers wrapped around my cock makes it twitch in anticipation.

Her hazel eyes widen when she notices the movement.

I swallow thickly and take a slow breath to calm myself down. "You can touch it if you'd like, Quinn." I swallow again. I have to do something that takes my mind off of the fact that Quinn Fabray is about to touch me; before I scare her off with a raging erection, so I talk. "While I'm extremely surprised by your request, especially considering our previously antagonistic relationship, I do understand what it's like to be curious. I for one have never been touched by anyone but myself, so my curiosity is certainly piqued, and while they say that curiosity killed the cat, I don't foresee any dire repercussions coming from the two of us exploring said curiosities together. Go ahead, Quinn. Touch me."

I close my eyes and start to sing softly as I place my hands on my hips.

It takes her a little while to make a move. She was probably just building up her courage, but the wait didn't help me at all because my dirty imagination is currently running in overdrive. I feel the barely there touch of her finger then, ghosting over the wrinkly skin, moving closer and closer to the exposed glans of my penis.

"Why does it keep doing that?" Her breath caresses the skin of my upper thighs.

My eyes shoot open. I hadn't realised that she would get that close whilst touching me, I thought that she'd be at arm's length, as far away from my scary penis as possible. Quinn is staring intently at my cock as she delicately strokes around the tip and over the tiny slit. I think that she must be fascinated by the way it twitches into her touch whenever her fingertip moves away.

I grab for her hand and pull it away from me. She's frowning as she looks up. I swallow hard as I fight with myself over letting her continue or not. "Anymore, and I'll have to go take care of myself again, Quinn." She looks disappointed that I stopped her.

Her hazel eyes fall back down to my dick as she purses her lips in thought. "Can I watch, next time?"

I blink rapidly, unable to controlling the spastic spasm of my eyelids at her question. If 'Can I touch it?' was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard ten minutes ago, "Can I watch as you jerk yourself off?' just blew it out of the water. I wonder momentarily if she would give me a hand, or even herself a hand, if she watches me. Would she find it hot to watch me jerk my cock? I'd find it very hot if she allowed me to watch her.

"Quinn?" My voice has deepened dramatically, so I try to clear my throat. "Quinn, don't you think that that's going a little too far?"

She chews her lip as she looks at me and then drops her eyes, nodding her head as she does so. "You're right, Rachel. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

My lips tilt upwards as I smile genuinely at her. I pull up my spanks and pyjama pants in one sweeping movement before reaching out for her hand and pulling her to her feet. "No harm, no foul." I shrug lightly. "My aunt's still waiting for us downstairs, and to be totally honest with you, Quinn, which seems to be a surprising trend between us at the moment, it was extremely hard for me to say no to you just now, but if I do anything like that, or more, with someone, I would prefer it if feelings of a romantic nature were involved. You know, like two teenagers who actually feel something for each other, exploring each other's bodies in the golden hue of early dawn sunlight streaming through partially open drapes."

She arches a fine brow at me and smirks. I think she finds my romanticism amusing, but I nod my head, affirming that that is what I'd really like when someone asks me if they could watch me jerk off.

Her smirk slips away to be replaced with a faint blush. "Can't all that happen between two friends who trust each other?"

I have to think about that for a moment, because I first have to wonder if she's talking about us, or her and someone else. "Didn't Brittany and Santana do exactly that?" I wait for her nod. "The only trouble with friends, who explore their sexuality with each other, is the possibility of it destroying the friendship when one decides that they want more than the other, or one becomes uneasy with the other because of what they've done. I'm very observant, Quinn, and that extensive library of classic movies I own, includes a multitude of so called rom-coms that showcase the scenario you're talking about."

"What if we're barely friends to start with and it improves the friendship rather than destroying something that we've never really known anyway?" Her hazel eyes are intent as they look into mine and I know for sure now that she's talking about me. She's talking about traveling the path to discovering the ins and outs of sex and sexuality, with me? Am I hearing this correctly, or did I slip into a fantasy while Quinn groped my tackle? Damn, I think my heart's stopped beating.

"Why me?" I'm a little light headed when I ask and I know where all the blood is currently rushing too.

She sits down on the edge of my bed and crosses her hands in her lap. "Because I have something over you, so I know that you won't tell anyone?" I frown at her exceptionally unromantic words, but then she shakes her head as though changing her mind. "Forget that, Rachel. I promised that I won't tell anyone about your …" Her eyes dip down to my crotch. "And I won't. No matter what happens, I won't tell."

I sit beside her. My aunt is just going to have to wait a little longer because there is no way in hell that I'm stopping this conversation.

She looks to her hands as they squeeze together. "The first time I had sex, I was drunk and I kept my clothes on and my eyes shut. I don't remember much, but I do remember that it hurt." She takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly as she lifts her eyes to meet mine. "Then I found out I was pregnant, and I haven't done anything with a guy, except make-out, since. I'm not even all that sure if I enjoy making-out with guys, it's just that I was raised to believe that this is what I'm supposed to like. I'm scared to death to go any further in case I get pregnant again, and I was so stupid because I could've caught anything off of Puck, but how am I supposed to know who I am and what I like if I don't do it again? And you have both, Rachel, so, if you're willing, we can do other things too. You're perfect."

My mind is focused so hard on the 'not sure if I enjoy making-out with guys' part, that I almost miss the tail-end of Quinn's words. She's curious, unsure, afraid and mistrusting, but there are a couple of things I need to say before I jump at the chance to be something more with Quinn Fabray. Hell yes, I want to try this if she's willing. How could I turn down someone who asks for my help in exploring who they are and who they're meant to be? I'm not completely altruistic here because how could I turn down the chance of living out a good percentage of my fantasies with her? Fuck the romanticism of being in love during your first time when your number one fantasy says let's explore this together. Hell, I'm half way in love with Quinn anyway. I can do this, but first.

"Quinn, if we do this, I presume that we're talking about exploring all aspects of sexuality, including the act of intercourse itself. Without contraception and with it being a penis week, I am in fact fertile and can impregnate you, but you can trust that I will use a condom if we both decide that we want to have sex with each other."

She blushes at my words, but keeps her eyes locked with mine. She knows I can 'father' children because of our earlier conversation in the car; I just need to make sure that she knows she has options, so I continue.

"You can also trust Finn and Sam with contraception, Quinn. I also think that Noah has probably learned his lesson. You don't need to rule out boys just because you're afraid to get pregnant …"

She presses her fingers to my lips and I'm quiet. "I'm on the pill, Rachel. It's not just about getting pregnant. I don't want Finn, or Sam, or Puck to even come near me anymore. I don't want to touch them, let alone have them touch me, and there's no other guy at school right now that I'm even remotely attracted to. I've been thinking about this for the past few weeks, once I'd gotten over the fact that you actually had a penis. I haven't thought of much else, to be honest." She closes her eyes as she slowly drops her fingers from my tingling lips. "I want to do this with you. Only you. I trust that you'll wear a condom if need be because even the pill isn't one hundred percent effective. I trust that you won't blab this around the school. I trust that you'll take your time with me, like I will for you, and I trust that if I'm not ready for anything, you won't push me."

I watch as her eyes flutter open then. She's so beautiful that she takes my breath away. God damn, my great aunt Lilith is still waiting for me downstairs. Would it be terribly rude if I left her there until morning, because right now? I really want to start exploring Quinn. I mean with Quinn. Yeah.

"Quinn?"

"Your aunt?"

I nod. "But first, can there be kissing?"

Her eyes widen. "Right now?"

My lips lift into a wide grin. "I was thinking more about when we start … whatever it is that we're going to do. I just, I would like it if it wasn't purely experimental." I frown as I try to think of the right words. "It'll be my first time for everything, Quinn, not just sex. I only ever let Finn get as far as under the shirt but over the bra. I would prefer it if, what we do isn't clinical. I'd really like it if we could kiss before, during and after. Maybe we could, you know, just make-out sometimes and see what that feels like too?"

She's smirking at my babbling and I can't help but pout. I'm not always self-assured and confident, just like she isn't always the head bitch of McKinley High. "Okay, Rachel." She leans forward then and presses and a soft, slow kiss to my lips before barely pulling away. "But, can we please not talk about Finn's giant hands being under your shirt ever again?"

I hum my response as she kisses me again.

When she pulls away a second time, she licks her lips. "Your scary aunt is still waiting, Rachel."

"Don't care." I mutter as I dip forward, but the hand on my sternum stops me from closing the distance between us. She arches a brow at me. "Fine." I huff. "Are you still coming down for those answers we both need?"

She nods at me and smiles gently. "I'll just change and I'll come down."

Crap! Quinn still intends to stay the night. How on earth am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?

Tbc