Author's Note:
Sorry everyone for not updating. My laptop has been suffering problems lately and I have posted a chapter today but it wasn't appearing as I was told by one of the readers of the story. So I'm currently redoing the entire chapter.
Another news from me is that, I have a channel on YouTube.
It's called 'Shadow Flip Daggers'. It's basically has scenes from Acafellas which is the chapter I'm writing right now so I'd recommend if you watch some of the videos, subscribe, and press like.
So see you guys soon, for the next chapter which is part 2 of this one.
Warning: Sexual content between Lexi and Cameal
Can You Stand The Heat?
AKA Acafellas Part 1
"Lexi, stop slouching," Mr. Schue reprimands me.
"I would if you could change the choreography," I tell the educator from my spot next to Tina and dare I say it, Quinn who is looking at me in shock, as well as Santana and Rachel.
Did I do something?
Ever since the encounter with Quinn, I've been avoiding her like a plague, she probably was too. Why would I be avoiding her you ask. Well whenever I do see her, my mind becomes the pervert that it is and my penis sticks out. Let's just say I'm still trying to picture Finn in a dress when I'm around the blonde Cheerio.
"I'm sorry Lexi, but some of the members in this club still have trouble multitasking. So in the mean time we'll have to stick with simple steps and go from there," Mr. Schue replies, giving me an apologetic look as I reply with a dejected nod.
Tina pats my shoulder, giving me a sad smile. I shrug back in response.
"Mr. Schue if I may," Rachel starts. "Lexi is quite correct actually. We need someone who is professional and not trying to be rude, but the choreography we're doing as of now is too simple." She pauses, glancing at Quinn. "It's very unoriginal and I'm not saying this to offend you but the New Directions would be more exceptional if we had more experience on our side. We can't compete with Vocal Adrenaline with these steps and we need to be the best. We need Dakota Stanley. He's even understudied on Broadway."
"Just because he understudied, doesn't mean he ever performed," he stated.
"Did you ever perform Mr. Schuester?" Quinn asked, taking a step forward. "After high school. Did you even try?"
He doesn't answer, shifting in his spot and looking up at the ceiling.
Rated M
I groan out when Cameal drags her fingernails across my bare back as I suck on her left nipple while my fingers ram in and out of her wet hole. Chuckling loudly when the other girl starts to protest after I've stopped my actions.
"What the hell Diaz," I hear Cameal say through gritted teeth.
"I'm not done yet," I murmur as I leave bites on her toned stomach, then licking the rest of the way down. I travel down lower, my face eventually coming face to face with her sex. Running my tongue up the girl's slit, I take hold of Cameal's thighs, trying to keep her from bucking.
"Oh my god," she breathes out, her hands finding my disheveled hair. Deciding to finish the girl off, I begin my assault on her clit. Biting down on the swollen skin gently, my fingers find their way back to their mission. I slowly insert my digits, my breath shuddering slightly.
It still surprises me how I'm still nervous whenever this level of intimacy occurs between Cameal and I.
Crawling back up over her without removing my fingers, I hold my weight up on my left arm; I lean down, brushing my lips against her parted ones. I can feel my penis aching as it grazes Cameal's inner thigh but I ignore it. I tentatively swipe the tip of my tongue on her bottom lip; her own tongue meeting mine, our mouths dancing together.
Cameal's hands begin to caress my waist, one of her fingers tracing patterns on the patch of skin.
My digits taking up a rhythm then slowing down when I know she's about to climax. I curl my fingers, finding that sweet spot that has her crying out sharply.
Her fingers dig into my hips making me hiss as I pick up the pace. I can feel sweat forming on my back as the motion of my fingers become uncoordinated along with Cameal's breath. After a few moments Cameal screams out as I feel pure wetness pour onto my fingers.
I bring them to my mouth, licking and sucking every drop before rolling over, trying to regulate my breathing.
"Your turn," I hear Cameal say.
Before I can react, her soft hands are on my appendage. I throw my head back as she starts massaging my balls while she twists my cock gently, her fingernails grazing the head.
I start to feel pre-cum oozing out. Lifting my head up, I gasp at the sight of her licking the liquid, making my eyes roll back into my head mildly.
Cameal throws a leg over my hips, straddling me; she gently takes my meat and positions it below her entrance. I can already feel her warmth radiating onto my appendage.
She slowly lowers herself onto me, her slick lips encasing only the head of my penis. She then, drops down suddenly, sucking me in completely, making me groan at the tightness and the warmth surrounding me. She rises her hips again, the head once again being the only part in her. I immediately lift my hips up, wanting release, just as she sinks down.
We both gasp in pleasure, her palms landing on my breasts. I place my own hands on her waist as I look up at her, her dilated eyes staring right back at me.
"Are you okay," I ask, squeezing her waist gently.
She nods. I groan when she pinches my nipple as she rolls the other one between her fingers.
We've always been the types to not say anything during sex. We agreed that it was not our thing since it was very awkward...literally awkward.
She begins to rock back and forth; her muscles start clenching my cock. Her walls squeezing me so tightly as my squeeze shut. When her hold softens a bit, I slam myself into her hilt, making her speed up.
I start to feel the tension in my balls, so when she pounds down one last time, I flip us over, throwing her leg over my right shoulder.
I slam into her repeatedly, my gaze on her features as her knuckles turn white from gripping the bed sheets.
Using the position as an advantage, I slide my hand between our sweaty bodies and dragging a short fingernail over her clit.
The sounds of skin rubbing together and the headboard banging against the wall still echoing through the room along with our moans and grunts.
After a few laps, I start rubbing the reddened clit, feeling a familiar coiling in my lower stomach. I bury my head into Cameal's neck and bite down on her collarbone at the same time we climax together, my load emptying out inside her.
I cease my movements of rocking into her slowly when her leg goes limp on my shoulder.
Lifting my head up, I find that Cameal has fallen asleep, snoring softly.
Chuckling, I carefully put her leg onto the bed and pull out of her. Getting off the bed with ease, I pull the sheets from under her feet and over her nude body.
Quickly, I grab my clothes and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I run back to my room feeling guilty about thinking of someone else during sex. Well...not someone else to be exact...maybe four...someone...else's.
End of Rated M scene
"What the hell was that about," I question Mercedes after Quinn and Santana had left the girl to her devices.
"What was what?" She asks, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion.
"What were you talking about with those two," I say, adjusting the book I've brought in my left arm as I shove my other hand in the pocket of my khakis.
She looks around as if someone was listening in on the conversation. "I can trust you with anything right?" She asks in a guarded way.
"Of course you can." I reply, stopping at my locker, carefully arranging the books as I put away the ones I was recently holding.
"I have a crush on Kurt." She says in a rush, right as I was picking up the pencil I dropped onto the floor. her answer leaving me wide-eyed and I lift my head up instantly to look at her but I fail...miserably and excruciatingly when my head hits my open locker door.
"Ah shit! Son of a bitch, that hurt," I shriek, clutching the wounded part of my cranium.
"Crap, are you okay," she asks, touching my arm.
I rub at the sore furiously, standing straight up again and slamming the door closed.
"Yeah, did you just say you have a crush...on...Kurt," I ask in a state of disbelief.
How many of these people have terrible gaydar?
She mumbles, "Yup."
"Well-...ummm...it's your life. What the heart wants is what it truly desires," I tell her. She nods absentmindedly. "But let me ask you a question," I say, getting the girl's attention.
"What is it?"
"Is it the heart talking or is it the idea of having a boyfriend-...in which case is your brain," I softly tell her.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not blind...-well metaphorically speaking I'm not or else I wouldn't be wearing glasses right now. I've noticed the way Mercedes has been looking at Kurt. I've also noticed Rachel doing the exact same thing to Finn...
But anyways, it's very clear that Mercedes has a crush on Kurt and I've seen her look at the way couples would be sweet with each other. But still saying that she has a crush on the boy is still shocking.
Crap, she's talking...wait what is she saying...?
"Sorry, what did you say?" I smile at her sheepishly.
She rolls her eyes at me playfully. "I said it was my brain talking."
I start to open my mouth to reply but I stop when a palm is thrust into my view.
"But it won't hurt if I try," she says lowering her hand.
I nod my head in understanding. "Like I said, it's your life. But good luck okay." I smile at her before walking away.
"See ya later Jones!" I yell out after I've turned the corner.
"I'm hungry," I say for no reason.
"You're always hungry," Cameal tells me from her perch on my back as ND, except Finn and Artie, walk towards the Carmel High entrance, with me and Cameal at the front of the group.
"I'm hungry right now 'cause someone is too damn lazy to walk all on her own that I have to haul her ass to the door that's not even that far, so I'm here burning calories, ergo I'm hungry you lazy bum," I bite out with a smirk on my face so she knows I'm just teasing.
"Ugh, shut up," she smacks my head and flicks my ear.
"Get off of me then," I counter as I wince at the sting on the tip of my ear.
"Fine then," she huffs, jumping off my back.
Shaking my head, I take a step forward only to feel another sting on my ass.
"What the fuck?!" I exclaim in outrage.
Cameal starts jogging away from me, cackling like a maniac. "Slap ass Friday," she runs around, arms spread like a bird.
"Slap ass Friday?! It's not even Friday you little bitch," I yell at her, completely red in the face.
"Catch me if you can DIP SHIT!" She yells back, flipping the middle finger at me, a wide grin plastered on her features.
Rachel interjects before I could even utter another insult. "Guys," she strides towards me just as Cameal rushes forward and taking my hand in hers.
I chance a look behind me to see the cheerleaders eyes are locked onto the intertwined hands between Cameal and I.
I don't know why, but there's a happy building feeling in my chest. It increases even more when I find Rachel looking at the exact same thing. Rachel looks up from our joined hands to my smirking face, making her blush furiously.
Clearing her throat, she turns her attention straight ahead.
"That's Andrea Cohen," Rachel points directly at two girls, one has a neck brace and the other is vomiting in a garbage can. "She won Outstanding Soloist last year in Absolutely Tampastic," she says in an eager way.
The diva confidently walks over to the pair that's currently conversing.
"Are you guys Vocal Adrenaline," I hear Rachel ask in the distance.
"What the hell," I gesture with my hand towards the parking lot.
"These kids are just snobby, they all got Range Rovers," Mercedes comments.
"Don't!" The voice of one of the VA girls says, gaining my attention again. "He's a monster!"
See this is what I told them yesterday.
No, we need to do this, they said. It's for the benefit of glee club, they said. Well what I'm saying is that I don't have a good feeling about this.
"Which one would you tap," Cameal asks loudly as the girls of Vocal Adrenaline walk off stage after they performed Mercy, but not before a girl winks and waves her fingers in a very flirty way.
"Can't you ask me that quietly?" I whisper back harshly, as Mercedes looks at me questioningly from her seat. I turn to my left to see Rachel glaring after the flirty girl, making me smile to myself.
"No." She whispers back. "Plus a birdy told me that I was your girlfriend."
I groan quietly to myself. "It was Mercedes wasn't it. Look I was-"
"Nah, it's alright. It's actually a great benefit for my hypothesis," she says, an evil glint in her eye.
"Great, you and science, the best of friends aren't you," I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes but soon regretting what I said when she punches my arm so hard that I bump my rib into the armrest.
"And that is..." I groan in slight pain as I clutch my side.
"If they're gonna go ape shit crazy and claim you like them wild bitches on TV," she glances at the four girls subtly. "Then we have to pretend to be all lovey and rap like that in front of them."
"So you want to pretend that..." I intertwine our hands to point it out.
"Not exactly, you know just hint that we're doing the dirty."
I think for a moment a smirk playing on my lips.
"You're lucky that I like you enough to keep you around," I wink at her.
"Please, bitch," she grabs the collar of my shirt, puling me closer so that our noses are almost touching. "We both know I'm too hot for you to let me go." She smirks before leaning in and capturing my lips for about seven seconds and she leans back in her seat, her own smirk in place as I smile at her, catching Santana looking in my direction. She glares at me before turning her attention to Brittany and Quinn who are ignoring me. Shrugging, I sit properly in my seat, I look towards Rachel and see that her arms are crossed. Raising my eyebrows, I look towards the stage awkwardly.
Well...definitely looks like they're pissed.
Wonder what's gonna happen next time is what I'm thinking.
