Part 17

It was the worst night of my life, except for me bringing Quinn to orgasm three times through oral sex, it was horrible. Terrible even. Quinn begged me for sex and I'd forgotten the condoms, but that was only the start.

She had whispered it whilst we were still in the swimming pool.

"I know that we were going to wait a little while and get to know each other, but I need to have you inside of me, Rachel."

And I'd just blinked, asked her if she was sure and nodded my head. I wanted to be inside her too. Waiting could go and fuck itself as far as I was concerned and my penis was in agreement.

After we'd gone back into the house, dried off and changed into sleep shorts with vests, I'd run out to my car to grab the Rite Aid bag, and it was then that I'd remembered. The box of thirty-six Trojan condoms was hidden away in the back of my bedside table.

I wasn't going to come back. I was so upset about my aunt not showing, that I'd buried the condoms away from my fathers' prying eyes and was about to text Quinn, until she started to sext me. I had grabbed the paper bag containing Hershey's Miniatures and the stuffed lamb, along with the bag of snacks that I'd said I'd bring, and ran out of the house to my car, forgetting all about the condoms.

Later that night, when Santana kicked us out of the living room so that she could get her snuggle on, Quinn and I retired to her room. I hadn't yet dared to tell her while Santana and Brittany were listening, but I walked to her room like I was going to the gallows.

There had been kisses and soft touches by the door before Quinn's excitement over took and she bounced over to her bed. I loved seeing this playful, happy side of Quinn. She might be nervous about what we were about to do, as was I for a different reason, but she was just too stimulated to want to slow things down or stop.

That's when she grabbed for the paper Rite Aid bag and emptied it out on the bed. My face fell immediately even though I already knew that what she was looking for wasn't in there, but Quinn was too busy giving the little lamb a cuddle and tossing the chocolates onto her night stand. It was only after she gave the now empty bag another cursory look, that she looked up to me.

"Rachel?"

"I'm so sorry, Quinn." I started to ramble as tears sprang to my eyes. "I wasn't going to come so I hid them from my fathers, but then you texted me and I just forgot to grab them."

"Not even one?" Quinn blinked and I swear that her chin trembled.

I shook my head as I wrapped my arms around myself. "Perhaps Santana or Brittany has one?"

"Go ask."

I chewed at my lip, really not feeling comfortable with going downstairs, halting whatever it is that they're doing since they had turned the TV up super loud, and asking them if either of them have a spare condom.

"Please, Rachel." Quinn swallowed hard as she moved to the edge of the mattress. "I've never felt like this before." Her eyes fell to the carpet. "I know that we can do other stuff, but I want you. I don't want to wait."

I really didn't want to wait either, so I steeled my resolve and left the room. It didn't take me long to reach the closed living room door, it probably took me longer to build up the courage to knock if I were honest. I curled my fist and lifted it to the door but received no reply. Huffing softly and frowning at the door I rapped my knuckles harder against the solid wood. No one answered, so I cracked open the door and called out for Brittany.

The Fabray living room was only lit by the flickering light of the large TV. The music playing was loud, so loud that it was perfectly understandable that the two occupants didn't hear my knocking. I call out for Santana this time and stepped into the room. I walked around the sofa to where the air-mattress was set up and frowned at the writhing covers.

"Santana!" I was desperate and I think that that desperation showed in the volume of my voice.

"What the fuck, Berry?" Santana's head shot out of the bottom of the bedclothes. She wiped at her mouth as she glared at me. "Get out."

Suddenly, Brittany's head popped out of the top of the mess of sheets. "Santana, be nice." She emulated Santana and wiped at her mouth.

I blinked owlishly before I slammed my hands over my eyes, turned quickly and promptly walked in to the antique end table that just so happened to be at crotch level.

The pain I experienced when getting my late penis was nothing in comparison to the pain of slamming my junk against the very corner of a table. Maybe I'd forgotten exactly just how much I had hurt yesterday, but right then, feeling the bile rise up in my throat as I dropped to the floor, sweat beading on my skin, tears in my eyes and blood in my mouth from how hard I'd bitten my lip to stop from screaming out, I thought that this was way worse.

I cupped my crotch and tried to breathe through the pain. I would never have kids. My penis was surely broken. Oh dear Lord, I would never get to have sex with Quinn Fabray, and that's the straw that broke the camel's back. I started to cry and heave and roll around on the floor. I couldn't keep still.

"Holy shit, Berry, what did you do?"

I could hear Santana's voice - she was much closer than before - and I just hoped that they were both wearing clothes because my perfect little penis wouldn't be able to handle naked cheerleaders at that moment. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she tried to roll me over to see what I'd done.

"Is that blood?" I heard Brittany gasp.

My eyes flew open and I lifted my hands up. What the fuck? I moaned as I slammed my head into the floor and curled my knees up.

"It's just shadows, Britt," Santana crouched over me. "Put the light on."

It wasn't blood. There was no blood. But there was pain. Awful pain that didn't seem to be going away.

"Get Quinn." The Latina glanced up at her girlfriend and then back down at me. "Breathe, Rachel."

"I," I took in a shuddery breath. "Think I'm going to be sick."

She helped me onto my side just in case. I took deep breaths and swallowed thickly. I could not vomit on Mrs Fabray's carpet. What kind of impression would that make?

Santana's rubbing my back but I'm still crying when Quinn rushes into the living room. She fell to her knees and glared at Santana. "Jesus, Santana. We only wanted a condom."

"She didn't do this." I gasped when Quinn knocked my knees. "They were … " I so glossed over the fact that they had been performing an act that Quinn and I had yet to try, but hopefully, we'd get to it eventually. "And then I hit the end table." My breathing and sobs had started to become a little easier by this point, but then I suspect that it was because I had started to get used to the pain, rather than it ebbing away.

So, that's what happened during my worst night ever and what leads to me sitting on a bag of frozen peas whilst we're eating breakfast. Well, I suppose that it wasn't actually my worst night because I did manage to convince a frustrated, but cuddly and considerate Quinn Fabray into sitting on my face.

I smile over at her before a grimace mars my features as a clump of peas melt and I shift a little. The dull ache was nothing like how it felt last night, but I still wasn't a hundred percent sure that I hadn't broken my penis. Even having my face full of writhing blonde didn't get a rise.

She was so concerned for me, helping me back up the stairs, getting me into a comfortable position on the bed before situating the only ice-pack in the poorly constructed, and might I add miniscule, first aid kit, against my crotch. Shewrapped her arms around me and kissed my face over and over, making me giggle softly.

"I'll be okay, Quinn." I didn't know for sure, but I felt the need to comfort her. "Santana said that guys are always getting knees to the crotches, or baseball bats in her case, and they're still back hours later, trying to get you to jerk them off. Her words, not mine." I turned to face her fully when I felt her thighs clench and her hips shift.

"Sorry." She mumbled as she blushed.

I pressed a kiss to her lips. "This is my fault." I breathe. "If I hadn't have forgotten the condoms, or been severely disturbed by what I had witnessed downstairs, we could've been doing other things right now."

Quinn bit at her bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth as she nipped. "But if I hadn't sent you downstairs, we could've been doing something, at least. Like earlier in the pool or against the front door." Her face seemed to be getting more and more flushed and she could hardly keep still.

I rolled carefully onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. "Quinn?"

"Hmm." She buried her face against my neck.

"We could still do it, you know?"

"You're in too much pain." She mumbled disappointedly.

I smoothed her hair away from her face then and tilted her chin until I was able to look into her eyes. "I wouldn't have normally suggested that we try this so early on in our relationship, but seeing as I'm incapacitated at the moment and even the thought of trying to sustain a fully erect penis, let alone having it touched, makes me feel more that a little nauseous, I really would like to taste you again."

"Rache," She shuddered against me. "You can hardly move right now. You can't get on your knees."

I pursed my lips and really looked at her, hoping that I didn't have to voice my suggestion aloud. She didn't get it. My beautiful, sweet girlfriend didn't get that I wanted her to straddle my face. "I was thinking that you would be on your knees, Quinn."

She looked down along the bed clothes, seeing the cold mound of the ice bag resting over my groin, and then back up to me. "Oh. Oh!" Realisation dawned. "You want me … on my knees," She swallowed thickly, "Over your mouth?"

"Hell yes." I nodded my head.

"I don't know, Rache. What if I hurt you?"

I took in the trepidation on her face. My girlfriend was worried for me, and that made me smile. "Just stay away from anything naval down and I should be just fine, Quinn." I took her hand in mine and kissed her knuckles. "I want to do this for you as much as you want me to do it, Quinn, perhaps more so." I licked at my full lower lip, remembering how she tasted. "You're extremely addictive."

Her soft, embarrassed smile became a smirk. "And you need your fix?"

I wiggled my eyebrows and grinned. "Absolutely."

Quinn's eyelids fluttered shut and I watched as she took a deep breath. "Okay."

With her bottom lip caught between sharp teeth, Quinn shuffled around carefully as she removed her sleep shorts. She leaned over me then, her face hovering over mine. "Kiss me?"

Like I even needed asking.

I lifted my chin as I reached up to cup her face and pressed my lips to hers. She slanted her mouth and opened her lips. I slipped my tongue against hers, curled it around before darting back, urging her to kiss me back. She moaned as I sucked on her tongue and nipped at her reddened lips. I have never known kisses quite like those that I shared with Quinn. Never before have I been turned on yet so completely satisfied at the same time.

I couldn't help but gasp when she bit my chin with a little more force than necessary, but she looked so hungry that I forgave her with a smile. "Come on, Quinn." I breathed against her lips and I patted at my chest. "Come up here."

"Oh Lord, Rachel." She shuddered before scrambling on to her knees.

She seemed hesitant then, so I reached out to run my fingers over the heated skin of her thighs, touching the hem of her vest. I couldn't see what I wanted to see just yet, so I dipped my fingers under her top and trailed my nails a little higher.

"Fuck." Her balance wavered as she curled in on herself whilst simultaneously rocking her hips. Quinn raked her fingers back through her hair, steeling herself before she lifted her knee and carefully pivoted around until her could push it into the pillow besides my head. "Oh god."

Her eyes are on mine when I look up, and if my broken penis wasn't currently doing its own impression of Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh – yes, I know that it's not entirely appropriate to compare my cock to a depressed character from the classic children's books, but really, my penis is so thinking 'oh dear' right now - I probably would've come in my shorts.

My hands on her ass encouraged her to relax into my touch. I pulled her down to where I needed her and nudged away the edge of her vest with my nose. She bunched it up then, holding it between clenched fingers and I finally got to see her again. She was so swollen and wet and I salivated in response.

"Damn, Quinn." I moaned.

She lifted her vest further, holding it in one hand as she reached out to hold onto her headboard with the other. "I've been thinking," she cleared the gruffness in her throat, 'about having you inside of me, Rachel."

She shuddered above me as I licked my lips. "I wish that my dads weren't home tonight."

Her eyes sharpened as they look to me. "Why?"

I moved my chin a little so that I could speak properly. "Because," I really couldn't believe that we were conversing in that position, but oh well. "Because, we could've gone back to my home after our date tonight. I have thirty-six condoms waiting for us there."

She chuckled. "I'd almost forgotten about our date." She laughed again when I act offended, which was quite ridiculous when I was inches away from her vagina. "My mom will be back by then too." She sounded disappointed.

I hummed and she trembled in my hands. "We have plenty of time."

"I know, Rachel." She sighed. "But as much as I really want to do … this," She waved a hand between my face and her crotch, "to you, and I do so very much, I'm still impatient. I want to feel you fill me up."

Fuck.

She rocked her hips into my chin and hissed at the fleeting touch.

Double fuck. Okay, so enough talking, but first – "Soon, Quinn. I promise you, within the next three days." She wasn't the only one who couldn't wait until next month before we would go all the way.

"Really?"

"Even if I have to skip ballet class on Tuesday and spend a small fortune on a room for us at The Hampton."

"I'll help pay." She started panting as her hips rolled down.

I swallowed thickly. Her scent was intoxicating and I couldn't wait to have her in my mouth. "My dads don't get home until after seven on Monday. If you want to give that a try first?"

She shook her head as she grinned down. "Why didn't you mention that before the hotel?"

I couldn't help but take a quick taste before I replied. I licked a strip from bottom to top, moaning as her flavour exploded on my tongue. "I just wanted," I breathed her in. "to ensure you that it will happen."

I licked her again and she finally sank down onto my waiting mouth with a long drawn out sigh. Damn, she tasted so good. I kissed and licked her all over before pushing my tongue between her slick lips, lapping at her before flicking against her clit. She writhed against me, pushing harder against my lips and chin. I squeezed her ass between my fingers and pulled her against my face as I slid my tongue inside of her.

She moaned above me, rolling her hips down onto my tongue, and when I looked up, her eyes were closed, her skin was flushed and she flexed her fingers over and over in her cami vest. She was my blonde goddess and she was whispering my name, over and over.

"Rachel."

"Rache, right there."

"Oh god, please don't stop, Rachel."

Her words were breathy and barely heard over the squeaking of her bed as she continually rocked into me, but I watched her beautiful face as it flushed further with heat. I didn't think I had ever seen a more erotic sight.

"Don't ever stop, Rachel."

She jerked more forcefully against my mouth, my tongue slipping in just a little further as my nose nudged her clit back and forth. If I hadn't had the beyond par lung capacity that years of singing had afforded me, I would have been in serious danger of suffocation right then, but seriously, what a way to die. That was how I wanted to die, in perhaps another seventy or so years, trapped between Quinn Fabray's legs.

I shook my head of thoughts of dying and grabbed harder onto her glorious ass, moving her just a little so that I could take in a much needed breath. She moaned pitifully above me, so I sucked her clit into my mouth and rubbed my chin against her.

Quinn froze then, as I suckled her over and over like I would her nipple, and then she shook hard and my mouth and chin was flooded.

I lapped at all that she gave me before going slipping one of my hands awkwardly between my breasts and her thighs so that I could slide two fingers into her. "Again, Quinn."

Her hazel eyes fluttered open and she looked down on my, chewing at her lip. She released her vest and placed her hand on the wall behind the headboard as she rolled her hips onto my fingers.

It was only after she was thoroughly sated, after two more tremendous climaxes, that I relented and helped her into the blankets. She kissed me messily before wrapping her arms around me. It didn't take her more than a few seconds to drift off to sleep as I stared up at the ceiling with the biggest grin on my face.

I shift around on the frozen peas before deciding that my balls really are getting all the benefit, so I lift my ass and grab for the damp bag, placing it on my lap instead.

"Don't look so sad, Rachel." Brittany frowns over at me as she sucks on a segment of orange. "You'll feel better soon."

I sigh softly and smile over at the blonde.

"Yeah," Santana adds with a shrug. "It happens all the time to guys, and they keep coming back for more." She bites into a slice of toast. "And if it is broke, you've only got it for a couple more days."

I try not to think of the pain I might experience if my penis is indeed broken, and then goes through the process of 'disappearing'; I don't know how else to say what happens when my vagina returns. When my penis arrived early, the pain was excruciating, but I'm normally asleep when it happens. Will I be able to sleep through that?

"San's right." A beep causes Brittany to look down at the cell phone sitting next to her plate. "You'll be able to have fun with your vag-jay then." She speaks without looking up, oblivious to the reddening of Quinn's face and mine.

Santana snickers.

"Do you want to come to the mall with us?" Brittany lifts her eyes to me and then Quinn.

"We're going to the mall, babe?" Santana frowns.

Brittany nods. "Kurtcedes just invited us. Tina's coming too. It's a girls' day out."

Quinn looks to me, and I must look pretty crappy because she then shakes her head at Brittany. "I'm sorry, Britt. Maybe we can do it next weekend. I don't think Rachel should be walking the mall at the moment."

Thank the lord that Quinn turned them down, because I don't think that I can ever say no to Brittany, and frankly, Santana still scares me. I would've followed behind the group taking the smallest steps imaginable, just so that I didn't have to say no.

Brittany just shrugs her shoulders and then sends a beaming smile to Santana. "Changing room sex. Yay!"

I hide my chuckle as even Santana blushes, but she catches my grin and sends me a mischievous smirk.

"You're right, Q." Santana looks to my girlfriend and nods her head in agreement. "It'd be much better for Berry if you kept her here and played nurse until your mom comes home." Her smirk widens and her dark eyes shine. "I'm sure that Rache will really appreciate it you kissing her boo-boo better."

I knew that I shouldn't have taken that sip of orange juice. It burns my nose and throat as I splutter.

Quinn blushes furiously, even as she slaps my back to help with the choking.

Santana laughs while Brittany just looks confused. "Anyway, We're gonna leave you bitches with the dishes, seeing as my baby cooked." She pushes her chair away from the table and holds out her hand to Brittany.

Neither of us mentions that all Brittany did was make Santana's toast as Quinn cut up fruit for the fruit salads.

"Come on, Britt." She smiles at her girlfriend and waggles her eyebrows. "Let's get our retail therapy on." She throws us a wave. "Later."

We watch as they leave the kitchen to grab their bags from the living room. It's not long before we hear the front door slam, so I turn to Quinn as she raises her coffee cup to her lips.

"Do you normally leave them to show themselves out?"

Quinn just smiles at me and nods. "I don't consider them guests; they're more like annoying relatives, so I don't feel the need to follow proper etiquette with them, Rachel. They're here more often than my mom."

"Oh." I swallow and then look back to their empty seats. Suddenly remembering Santana's words about Quinn kissing my boo-boo, I feel the blush colour my cheeks again. When I look back to Quinn, she's nipping at her lip. "So," I draw out the tiny word. "What now?"

Quinn tilts her head as she regards me. "Would it make you feel better?"

I blink rapidly. "Huh?"

She swallows and leans towards me. "If I kiss it, would you feel better?"

I feel the breath whoosh from my lungs. "Oh, erm." My extensive vocabulary fails me – big time.

"I would, you know?" Her expressive eyes show me how nervous she is. "If it would make you feel better." She fingers the ends of my napkin. "I mean, you did it for me, and I want to do it for you, like you did it for me, but I should also want to do it for you, like you are now, too, right?"

I find her nervous babbling so utterly adorable, even if she is talking about oral sex. I curl my fingers around hers and pull her hand into my lap as I look into her eyes. "You don't have to." I smile. "I wouldn't ever say no, to what you're offering, Quinn, but you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do."

"I want to." She swallows thickly. "It's just that I've never…"

"Me neither." I say quickly.

"What if I hurt you?"

I lift her hand, turning it over in mine so that I can press a kiss to her palm. "I'm a little sore still, but I'm already semi-hard just thinking about you kissing me there." I'm telling the truth. My cock had twitched when Santana made the suggestion and even though I was fighting to breath at the time, I didn't feel pain like I thought I would. Also, I was overjoyed by the fact that my dick still apparently worked, and now, just the thought of Quinn being face to penis had my cock swelling as though it had never experienced the blunt force trauma from last night.

I feel Quinn's breath on my lips when she dips forward to kiss me. I meet her lips with mine, enjoying the sweet kiss that only served to excite me further.

"What if I don't do it right?"

She's frowning when we pull away and I giggle softly before kissing her again. "You'll know." I smile. "Just like I know when I'm with you. I know that you prefer me to suck at you rather than flick my tongue over your clit." She blushes at my words but I continue. "And I know that you like my fingers or tongue in you by the way you murmur my name over and over."

She looks down into my lap and grabs for the soggy peas. "Are you sure about this?"

I nod my head. "I am if you are."

"Now?"

I shrug, faking nonchalance because, hell yeah, I want it now. "Whenever you want."

She smiles at me and kisses my lips, chin and jaw before trailing upwards towards my ear. "Let me just put the plates in the dishwasher and I'll meet you upstairs."

"I can help with the dishes." I offer but she shakes her head.

"Give me a few minutes, Rachel. I'll be up real soon."

I swallow thickly and nod. "Okay."

...

First thing I do when I get upstairs is bypass Quinn's bedroom and head to the bathroom. I brush my teeth again before filling the basin with warm water. I pull my sleep shorts down and take a good look at my junk. Damn, I have a triangular shaped bruise half way down my still partially erect penis, but it looks nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be. I touch it softly, and even though it was tender, just as long as we were careful, I think that things will be just fine. More than fine. Having Quinn's mouth on me will be absolutely fucking grand. I grin widely at my reflection before soaping up my dick and giving it a thorough wash and rinse.

Quinn looks worried when I enter her bedroom. "I thought that you'd left."

I shake my head. "Why would I leave?" I frown. "I was just washing up."

"Oh, okay." She still looks nervous, but now she's looking around her room instead if at me. "How shall we do this?"

I look to her bed. "I can sit on the bed."

"And I'll be on the floor?"

"You can be on the bed too." Is it this hard for guys?

She purses her lips. "I think it'll be better if I'm on the floor, on my knees."

I almost swallow my tongue at that visual.

I follow her across the room and grab for a pillow, dropping it to the floor. She's frowning until I sit on the edge of the bed with the pillow resting between my feet. It takes her a second before she drops to her knees and then she's looking up at me through long lashes.

"You should take your shorts off."

I should've thought of that before I sat down.

"Or you can leave them on." She stutters a little. "Maybe just pull them down."

"Are you sure that you really want to do this?" My heart is pounding like it does before a big performance. "We can do something else."

She reaches out to touch me through my shorts then. I haven't worn my spankies since our dalliance in the pool, so I can feel her fingers ghost over me almost as though I were completely nude. Or perhaps I'm just extra sensitive right now. I'm swelling under her touch as she continues to trace my shape.

I can't help but shiver when she licks her lips. I dip forward and capture her lips with my own, kissing her hungrily as I tug at the waistband of my shorts, pulling and pushing at the material until it's part way down my thighs and my cock is springing free.

"Lord, Rachel." Quinn's eyes shimmer once we've pulled away from each other and she's looking at my dick, and I can only describe her look as hungry.

My cock twitches into her hand as she curls her fingers softly around it, dragging upwards until her thumb brushes across the head. I moan loudly and she looks up to me. I have never seen her eyes as dark as they are right now.

She scoots closer to me and rests her arms over my knees. Her left hand moves slowly up and down my cock as her right hand disappears under my t-shirt. She's looking so intently at my penis and I'm trying so hard to keep my eyes open as fingers tickle and scratch over my stomach. I think she's found what she's looking for because I suddenly feel her lips against my shaft.

Oh, she's kissing the bruise.

"Quinn." I moan as her lips brush up along my length until she can lick at the very tip. I moan again and I think that she likes that I'm louder than normal because she's suddenly taking me between her lips as she gives a tentative suck to the sensitive head.

Her fist around me moves slowly up and her mouth moves down until they meet somewhere in the middle and reverse direction. She's back to sucking me, swirling her tongue around me, and I fight so hard to keep still but it becomes impossible when her right hand moves under my sports bra to cup at my breast.

I jerk into her, feeling my cock hit the roof of her mouth and then I'm panting and apologising profusely. "I'm so sorry, Quinn. I didn't mean to do that."

She lets me go with a wet pop. "Shush, baby. It's okay."

My cock pulses when I see her swollen lips and I'm so afraid that I'm about to jizz, that I stop her from taking me back into her mouth. "Wait," I start to hum frantically. "Give me a second." I continue to hum 'People' and she starts to giggle, but she waits patiently.

When I think that I have enough control over myself, I give her a nod. This time, she's a little bolder as she strokes my cock and leads it between her lips.

Holy hell, I never thought it would feel so good to have someone suck me off. This feeling is second only to me having my mouth on Quinn. I realise now, that performing is quickly slipping down my top five favourite things. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens? Did Rogers and Hammerstein never experience the intensity of oral manipulation?

I run my fingers through her hair as she bobs her head up and down, her lips wrapped tightly around me. I smooth strands of blonde away from her face so that I can watch her take me. Fuck. Her lips are dark red, her cheeks are flushed and she's slurping as saliva moistens my cock. She stops sucking every now and again to kisses and lick at every part of my dick, she even nuzzles her nose against my balls. I hiss and tug at her hair. I can hardly keep still, and I know that I'm getting close so I reach over to Quinn's nightstand just as she sucks me back between her lips, grabbing a handful of tissues from a box.

She sucks me harder and her strokes become firmer. I can feel the bruise throb but the pleasure of everything blurs it from my mind. I take a few seconds to truly enjoy the feel of being in her mouth before my stomach tightens and I drag her off of my cock.

I curl forward, kissing her open mouth. I plunge my tongue inside, taste us together as I curl the wads of tissue over my dick just as I spasm and jerk.

She grabs at my face, kissing me back with a ferocity that matches my own, as I spurt.

We're panting into each other's mouths when she finally pulls away from me. "How long before I can do that again?"

I swallow thickly and shrug as a lazy grin spreads over my face. "Probably about as long as it takes me to make you achieve climax."

She chuckles. "Good, because I really need to 'achieve climax' after that."

My grin widens. We've only got a few more hours before her mom comes homes, and I suppose that we could've joined the others at the mall, but there's really no need when we'll see them tomorrow at school anyway. We really should make use of our alone time while we can.

Tbc.