A/N: Once again, sorry for the long wait, but I do have a real life and it is pretty busy. Plus this chapter was super hard to write since it's somewhere around 12,000 words of mostly smut. I feel like I should have some warnings since it's a little smuttier than usual so if you don't want to read smut with some anal, rimming and squirting, you should probably just skip this chapter. I'll try to not leave you hanging so long for the next chapter, but I make no promises.
As always, please R&R :)
I found my old Cheerios uniform from freshman year, in the back of my closet and although I knew it wouldn't be a perfect fit, it was at least a size smaller than the ones I currently wore. I was lucky I even had one left as we were required to return them when we either needed a new size or were leaving the squad, but I had sentimental feelings towards that one and so I had made up a story that my closet monster had eaten it. To my good fortune, Sue had taken an extra dose of her horse estrogen pills that day, was feeling especially emotional, and instead of punishing me gave me a very awkward hug and told me that if I needed to talk about it she was there for me. I did want to talk about it. So I spent an afternoon in her office retelling the epic tale of how I heroically fought the beast, armed with my expensive salon hairspray and lacrosse stick, but in the end traded my uniform for my life. She cried.
The real reason I was hanging on to the uniform was because it was my first. It was the first uniform I was gifted with and I still remember how happy I was to feel like I belonged to something important for the first time in my life. I felt important. I felt exclusive. For the first time in my life, I actually liked myself.
The feeling didn't last long once I realized what it was like to be a Cheerio and all the bullying that was required with it. Still, sometimes I liked to pull back the clothes in my closet and stare at it for awhile; trace my finger over the lettering and brush my fingers through the pleats in the skirt. Sometimes, for a fleeting moment, I could almost taste that feeling again, before the bitterness returned and I pushed the clothes back in front of it.
Things were different now, though. I had Rachel and, with her, a whole new excitement for life.
Rachel had taken the uniform into my bathroom to change and after the door closed behind her, I picked up my blinking phone from my night table.
1 New Voice Message
My eyes got caught on the words for awhile, lost in thoughts of my sister and that whole other world that I kept trying to runaway from. I knew it wasn't right, that I was being selfish and cruel to ignore her, but the last time I saw her... it was scary.
She used to be my best friend when we were growing up, always so wild and adventurous with new games of make-believe to play everyday. When she was around, it was never boring. One day we would be running for our lives from giant hamsters and the next we would be warrior princesses, saving villages from mythological creatures. There were sword fights in the dining room, forts in the sand dunes and underwater worlds to explore in our backyard pool. The kind of childhood that every kid lives for. But as I got older and traded my warrior wardrobe for a cheerleading uniform, things between us changed. I started to understand the things my parents would say to each other, when they thought we were too young to comprehend.
I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and realized my screen had gone black while I was lost in thought. I took a deep breath and called my voicemail, pressing my phone to my ear as I laid down on my bed, closing my eyes while I listened to her voice:
I'm sorry to bother you again Beeney. I was just sitting here and thinking that maybe my message didn't get through or got deleted before you could hear it, or maybe I had called the wrong number. I think I remember hearing your name on the voicemail, but now I can't be sure, so if you did get my message and you're just too busy to answer, then I'm really sorry for bothering you again. I would really just like to hear your voice, though. Call me soon, Beeney. I promise things are good now. I'm not...
The message ended there, whether it was because the time had run out or she had hung up, I couldn't be sure. I knew I would have to call her back, though. Not tonight. Not with Rachel here. I wasn't ready to talk to her about it yet. But maybe during my free spare tomorrow I would give her a call.
The jingling of the bathroom doorknob instantly captured all of my attention as I tossed my phone back onto the table and threw my legs over the edge of my bed, sitting up with my back as straight as a board. My hands gripped the mattress edges as the door opened slowly and Rachel moved to lean her side against the door frame, while extending her arm as far up it as she could reach, with her other hand on her hip. The uniform fit even better than I thought it would. The top was still a little loose around the bust and a little longer than we typically wore it, but the skirt fit perfectly, with the strips of material hanging just above mid-thigh and exposing tiny teases of her tanned legs beneath. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail with even her bangs slicked back and off her forehead and when my eyes had finally made their way down her long smooth legs, I found that her feet were bare with bright pink polish on her toes.
I had never been so entranced with someone before, so much so that I couldn't pull my eyes away, close my gaping mouth, blink, or even breathe. She just looked too perfect that I didn't want to do anything but sit there and just stare at her for the rest of my life. That sounded like a good life to me.
My eyes drifted back up her body, very slowly I should add, and when they reached her eyes I realized that they were rapidly darting around my room, anxiously looking at everything that wasn't me. Her teeth were biting so hard into her lip that the natural red had turned white around them and I could see the slightest tremble in her fingers.
She was trying so hard to be sexy, to stay in this pose and take on a personality that wasn't hers, and I was starting to worry she might break into tears.
"You look," I breathed, with a slow shake of my head as her eyes finally shot to mine once, then twice, then settled away again, "You look like... like... I don't know."
I couldn't think of a single word that was good enough to give my feelings justice, but I knew I had to find something and calm her nerves before she cracked.
"A goddess," I said, finally, then added with a shrug, "I mean, a cheerleading goddess. You look so perfect, I don't even know what to say."
Her teeth released her lip as she smiled shyly, glancing down at herself before asking in a meek voice, "I look okay?"
"No," I blurted out, my hands tightening into the mattress, "You're nowhere near okay and more in the ballpark of Jesus fucking Christ Rachel Barbra Berry, you could literally ask me to drink the cult kool-aid right now and I wouldn't even think twice about it."
She giggled softly, dropping her hand from the door frame and taking a single step into the room. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a big breath through her nose before letting it out through her mouth and I tried not to smirk as I watched her 'get into character'. After another few seconds went by, she opened her eyes slowly, locking them on mine with a completely different look in them. There was no trace of the anxiety and self doubt they had been filled with only a minute before, and instead they were dark, confident, and hungry. She kept her hard gaze as she played with one of the pieces of her skirt before slowly trailing the other teasing hand up her body. She started at her hip, running her fingertips over the waistband of her skirt before drifting a little higher, purposely catching her fingers on the hem of her top and pulling it up just enough to catch a quick glimpse of her tanned stomach, then letting it go and continuing up her path. They traced over the material covering her stomach, up to her ribs and creeping even further, between her breasts, over her collarbones and lightly scraping her nails against the front of her neck before moving to the side as she tilted her head. Her fingers wrapped around to the back of her neck, finally breaking eye contact as they slipped shut, her head fell back, and then she began dragging her hand back down with a firmer pressure.
I was so turned on I was already near begging for her to come closer to me. I remembered the rules of my fantasy and knew that she would be making sure I stuck by each one, so getting up and going to her wasn't going to work. But in my head, I was already slamming her back against the wall and pushing my hand into her spanks. My spanks. I was fully aware that once she actually touched me, this would be all over. In fact, I was a little worried that I wasn't even going to make it that long. Like I always said, thank god for multiple orgasms.
"Rach," I heard myself croak, and my voice was so choked and needy I didn't even recognize it.
She opened her eyes slowly, as if she was waking from a dream and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"I need you," I said, in that same croak that I knew I was going to be stuck with for the rest of the night.
She smiled at the words, glancing towards my iPod sitting in its docking station, and she actually skipped towards it with her ponytail swishing behind her. She bent over as she scrolled through the playlists, and they way she did it was entirely purposeful, because I knew there was no reason for her to be bending that far over, but the view of her ass was fantastic as the pieces of the skirt fell to the sides, like a curtain around her tight spanks. They were a little too small on her, thanks to her wonderfully gifted ass, and the material stretched against her, outlining her perfectly shaped cheeks and lower, through the slight gap in between her thighs, I could see the soft shape of her mound.
Some sort of strange sound rumbled from my throat as my mouth went dry and I just stared at her obscenely, licking my lips as I used every ounce of strength I had to not jump her and start humping her ass. She turned her head back to look at me, a sly smile across her lips as she teased me further by moving her ass from side to side.
She bit her lip when she caught my eyes, maybe she hadn't known exactly how far gone I had already been, but thankfully decided to stop teasing and turned on the music. The dance beats that we had always practised to, filled the air and she stood back up, moving towards me to the beat, as her hips swayed in ways that I didn't even know she was capable of. She settled in front of me, between my spread legs, but not touching me, and continued to pop her hips to the beat of the music, thrashing her head from side to side as her hands roamed all over her body. They trailed upwards in unison as she ground her hips against nothing, and stopped over her breasts, first cupping them, then squeezing as she let out a low moan and dropped her head back.
I lost control at that point and before I could stop them, my hands were off the mattress and gripping her hips so hard, I thought they might bruise. She wasn't expecting it and the harsh grab startled her, snapping her head back up with her eyes wide as I gave her hips a hard tug towards me. She stumbled forward, her hands falling to my shoulders to keep her balance, but she regained her control when my hand began to move from her hip to between her legs, and she slapped them away.
"Nuh-uh," she warned with a pointed, stern, finger, "No touching."
I dropped my hands, reluctantly, back to the mattress and dug my fingers into it, painfully, as she turned around and used her hands on my knees to spread them even wider. She bent her knees, keeping her balance with the hands on my knees, and began to grind her ass directly against my centre. There may have been layers of clothes between us, but it didn't matter, we may as well have been naked. I was so close, just from watching her and the grinding alone, and didn't even have the strength to make an attempt at stopping the moans that were erupting from me.
"God, Rach," I whispered, which was now all I could manage, "I think... I think I'm gonna-"
And that's when she let out her own moan, high and desperate, like my words had just set off a new burst of arousal through her body. Her fingers tightened against my knees as she ground back even harder against me, pressing the length of her back to my chest with her head falling back against my shoulder.
My hips were moving against hers, raising off the bed to meet each movement perfectly and as much as I wanted to touch her, reach around her body and slide my hand into her spanks, I somehow managed to resist.
I pressed my lips to her neck, frantically kissing her until it all became too much and the sounds of her moans and soft gasps threw me over. I sunk my teeth down hard into her neck as my hips thrust against her one final time before I fell over the edge with a muffled scream.
Fireworks erupted behind my eyes, squeezed shut so tightly, and my inner muscles gripped at nothing as I came, flooding my panties and ruining yet another pair.
She sagged back against me as my hips slowed and my teeth released her neck, but her hips still continued to grind against me, though their pace had slowed.
"Wow," she gasped and I watched her tongue slide out to moisten her lips, wishing that tongue was in my mouth right then, "I didn't know I could make you orgasm just by doing this."
"Yeah," I breathed, still trying to catch my breath, "I didn't... I didn't know that either. But you're so sexy right now. I mean you're always sexy, but right now I-"
She pushed up to her feet, cutting my rambling as I feared that she was going to think we were done, but instead she turned around to face me. She cupped my face in her hands, tracing my lips with her thumbs before leaning in and kissing me so hard I had to push my body forward to stay sitting up. The kiss was wild and desperate, her fingers fisting my hair roughly and yanking my head back as she continued to bite and keep control. I felt a dip in the bed on one side of me, then the other, then felt the weight of her sitting on my lap. My legs were still open and her butt sagged low between them as she pressed our centres together.
She finally released my lips to let out a mix between a sharp gasp and a moan as she ground herself against me. The feeling must've been too much for her, because she had to bury her face in my neck while her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders.
"You feel so good," she mumbled against my neck, thrusting herself against me, "I'm sorry, this isn't quite how your fantasy was supposed to go."
I decided those words were enough to grant me the freedom to use my arms again, so I immediately grabbed her ass, squeezing it tight and opening my legs as far as I could, pressing her against me and guiding her movements. She moaned again against my neck, her fingernails digging deeply into my back, deep enough that they had to be drawing blood, and said, "This is far better than any fantasy I could have ever come up with."
"Britt," she said softly, in between short gasps of breath.
"Yeah," I asked, my fingertips pressing into her cheeks as I ground even harder against her, in complete disbelief that I was so close to coming again.
"Can we take off our clothes," she whispered, sucking hard on my neck before adding, "I want you to... I want to feel you inside me."
I was convinced. Without even answering I closed my legs enough so she could sit in my lap without having to be supported, then quickly found the zipper at the side of her top. While I was getting the zipper undone, she was already pulling my t-shirt over my head and my bra along with it, without even bothering to unhook it. As soon as they were over my head I had her top off, no bra underneath for me to fumble with, and while my hands immediately went to cup her bare breasts, she was working on my belt. Her fingers stumbled on the buckle as mine found her hard nipples and pinched and as I tugged on them her fingers tried to find something to hold onto and ended up scratching my abs.
"So close," she whined, her eyes finding mine and begging me, so I released her breasts and pushed one hand between us. I cupped her mound through the spanks, already soaked with her need, and rubbed the heel of my hand over her while her hips began to grind against me in erratic movements. I pulled the spanks to the side, finding no panties underneath and didn't hesitate to slide two fingers inside her slick folds.
"Mmmmppphhh," she moaned loudly, biting down hard on her lip as her forehead fell forwards against mine, "Please Brittany. Please. I need. Please."
She continued to ramble, nothing that really made sense, but also made perfect sense to me, and I slid my fingers forward, finding her swollen clit and making a futile effort to make some sort of rhythm to my strokes while her hips moved frantically against me. She was so wet. So wet that my fingers kept slipping from her clit with each movement and the need I had to taste her became to great to ignore. I used all my strength to lift her from my lap and tossed her back onto the bed beside me. The move startled her, but I didn't give her any time to wonder about it as I ripped the spanks from her body, pushed her knees up to her chest, then sunk down onto the floor in front of her. Not even a second later and my mouth was covering her, sucking hard at her swollen lips as she arched her back and screamed, "Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Don't stop."
I was definitely not planning on it. Instead, I pressed my hands to the insides of her thighs and pushed them open as far as she could go, before moving my tongue all the way down, below her entrance, and swirling it around her tight rear hole. Her body stiffened instantly, obviously not expecting me to touch her there and especially not with my tongue, and her head shot up from the bed.
"Wha-What are you doing," she stuttered, but finished her sentence with a moan as my tongue teased the muscle again.
I stood up from the floor and crawled over her, resting my weight on my good hand, pressing into the bed beside her shoulder, and my knees between her spread legs. She had propped herself up, leaning back on her elbows, and I gently bit one of her collarbones before doing the same to her bottom lip.
"It's okay," I mumbled against her lips, gently brushing the knuckles on my injured arm, up and down her side. I pulled back so I could look her in the eyes as I assured her, "I promise I won't hurt you. If you don't want to, I'll stop."
She chewed nervously on her bottom lip and I could see her mind working as she thought it over. I dipped my head down towards her neck and began placing soft kisses along the curve, alternating every once in a while with a gentle bite or stroke of my tongue. While my mouth was busy distracting and relaxing her and all around attempting to coax her into submission, I lifted my hips and slid my casted arm between our bodies. Rachel had managed to undo the buckle on my belt earlier, which helped, but I still needed to unfasten my jeans. My fingers struggled with the button as I tried to keep my cast from scratching both of our bodies, but when it finally came loose, I was easily able to kick off my jeans and panties. Rachel was still wearing the Cheerios skirt, the only piece of clothing still on between the two of us, but I sort of liked it still on her, and it was pushed up around her waist and out of my way, anyhow.
I lowered my hips back down to hers, grinding against her as my lips continued their treatment on her neck, and after a couple minutes Rachel finally agreed, while clawing at my back.
"Go slow," she whispered, with her lips pressed against my ear, and I shivered from the sensation. I felt her fingers tremble slightly on my biceps as I pulled my lips from her neck and decided it would be best if I slowly worked myself back down.
I swiped my tongue across her lips before pressing mine to hers, locking our lips together in a languid kiss as I slowly ground my hips down against her centre. I could get forever lost in her kisses, the way her lips were so soft and warm against mine, sliding and melding together like both our lips were moulded to fit perfectly with the other's. Every kiss was different but the same. Sometimes they were hard and rough, with biting and tugging and sucking, as if we needed it as much as the air we breathed, and sometimes they were gentle and slow, lips barely moving as they brushed against each other and locked together. Right then, we were engaging in the gentle kisses. I liked to think of them as 'romantic kisses' because they reminded me of the kind you saw in movies of the love story genre, when the main couple was having slow vanilla sex and wrapped in each other's arms.
I liked both and all kinds just as much. As long as we were kissing, as long as we were touching, everything was perfect. The moment we were currently in, definitely called for prolonged kissing and caressing fingers. She needed to feel safe and relaxed before I moved further and that meant extended foreplay. Not that I minded. My mind was still reeling over the fact that she had given me the green light for anal sex. Not something very many girls agreed to and I'd been fantasizing about it since we'd first started our dance lessons. Maybe a few times before that over the years. How could I not? Rachel had the best ass out of all the girls at McKinley High and I always had a sort of thing for asses. I guess you could say it was my biggest fetish, giving or receiving I loved it all.
I spent a few more minutes just kissing her and rolling my hips to the beat of the dance music that was still playing before gradually working my way back down her body. I kissed down her chest, placing open mouthed kisses on her breasts and leaving dark hickeys before closing my lips around one of her nipples. I sucked hard on the peak, while my tongue flicked it inside my mouth, and her back arched off the bed, pushing her breast further into my mouth, as her hands gripped the back of my head and held me against her. I turned my gaze up to her face as I continued to stimulate her nipple, pinching and rolling the other to increase the sensation, and watching as her mouth dropped open and her eyes squeezed shut. Her hips were starting to lift off the bed, grinding against me as her breath came in sharp gasps.
I released her nipple with a 'pop' and licked a line to the other to give it the same treatment, shifting my weight to my cast as the fingers on my good arm played with the hardened bud my mouth had finished with. She let out a soft grunt as my teeth scraped against her and her fingers tightened in my hair, sending tingles all through my scalp. She had opened her eyes now and seemed to be getting off on watching me suck on her breasts, as she stared down at my mouth and began a series of quiet, short moans.
Her hips increased their pace, leaving the evidence of her arousal on my lower abdomen each time her hips lifted off the bed, and feeling of her juices being spread across my skin was doing wonders to my own arousal. It didn't take long before I was too aroused to continue playing with her breasts and needed to continue my descent towards her centre so I could taste her once again. I traced a sloppy line down her stomach with my tongue, sliding my body back as I moved, and gave her hip a quick bite as my feet found the floor again.
Her body stiffened after I had moved back down to kneel on the floor again and I dipped the tip of my tongue between her cheeks. I cupped her ass with my hands, using my thumbs to spread her wide, and traced my tongue around her puckered hole. I could feel her clenching tightly and knew she had to relax in order to take this further, so I let go of one of her cheeks, pressed my thumb to her clit and began to circle the highly sensitive bundle of nerves. Her legs trembled as I stroked her, but I could also feel her body gradually relaxing with each swipe of her clit and it wasn't long before my tongue was sliding partially into her tight hole without any pressure.
Her moans were growing louder and higher as I worked my tongue and thumb against her, and I paused my tongue's movement for a moment to ask, "Is this okay?"
"Mmmhmmm," she moaned with a nod, glancing down at me for a second before her eyes rolled back and closed again, whimpering softly as my tongue went back to her ass.
I pushed my tongue into her tight hole, as far as I could stretch it, and she curled her toes while fisting the blankets as I entered her. I pulled my tongue out, flicked the hole a few times, then pushed it back in again. Her hips were thrusting off the bed by the time I had decided she was ready for my fingers, and I slid my tongue up to her wet entrance, sucking out some of her juices before continuing further up to seal my lips around her clit. I stroked her clit with my tongue a few times then sucked on the hard bundle of nerves and gently pressed my finger to the tight ring.
"Wait," Rachel moaned, her hands moving from the sheets to dig her nails into her knees as she held them to her chest, "I don't know. I don't know, Brittany..."
I hesitated for a moment, watching her face, but she wasn't telling me to stop or giving me any signals with her body that she didn't want me to go further, so after a while I decided to continue. I did it slow, all the while sucking hard on her clit and playing with it inside my mouth with my tongue, and when she couldn't manage anymore words, I pushed my finger all the way in to my knuckle in one smooth movement.
She screamed, but it wasn't a pained scream and her fingers had found their way back into my hair, holding my head against her. Her hips pressed down against my finger and god she was tight. I could barely move my finger as she clenched and unclenched around me, trying desperately to relax but her body was so unused to the sensations. I gave her a moment, lazily lapping at her clit while keeping my finger still inside her until I knew she could handle more. When I felt her muscles begin to relax, I slowly began to slide my finger out and back in again, gradually increasing the pace as Rachel bit down hard on her lip and tightened her hold on my hair, pulling so hard I thought I might have some bald patches to worry about later.
I had never heard her moan so loud or so much before and it was the hottest thing I had ever heard. Her head had begun to toss from side to side against the blankets, her back arching and hips meeting each thrust I made and it didn't take long before I could feel her muscles fluttering inside her.
"Don't-don't stop," she groaned as I increased my pace until I was worried that I would actually hurt her if I thrusted any harder. Instead, I quickly spit on my middle finger, then gently paired it with my pointer as I pulled out, then pushed back in with two fingers.
She lost her ability to keep her knees against her chest, straightening her legs out until her feet landed on my shoulders and they stayed there for the rest of the time. That's when she started babbling. With my fingers sliding in and out of her ass and my mouth on her clit, strings of words began to tumble from her mouth. She said my name over and over again, along with random words and the tamest of expletives, that really weren't expletives in this day and age. A lot of "I can't"s, some "damn"s, a few "oh my god"s, and just once she made such a long "fffffff-" sound I thought she might actually say the full "F" word. She didn't, turning the sound into a loud moan, followed by a very sexy gasp instead.
She was just teetering on the edge, so close to perfect bliss that her whole body was trembling from the exertion, so I took two fingers from my unoccupied, injured, hand and thrust them into her entrance, curling them to hit just the right spot while I sucked her clit as hard as I could. With one last scream, I felt her walls shudder around my fingers as her orgasm hit, and it hit hard. I felt it before I saw it, the warm liquid that sprayed against my chin as I pulled my fingers from her entrance, and yanked my head away from her clit in confusion, just in time to catch Rachel squirting. I don't think she realized what was happening, too busy riding out her major orgasm as her hips bucked wildly, but the sight was entirely mesmerizing.
I had heard about the phenomenon before, but I really thought it was a myth. I had given and received multiple mind shattering orgasms in the few years since I started having sex, but not once had I, or any of my female partners, actually squirted. So when it happened, all I could do was stare as the liquid streamed from her, soaking my hand that still had fingers buried inside her ass and pooling on my bed beneath her.
I was even more surprised to find out just how much it turned me on. I hadn't seen anything, ever, that had turned me on more than that scene right there and I could feel a rush of new wetness dripping from me and coating the insides of my thighs. I thought I had known all my kinks, but since being with Rachel I had been adding new ones by the hour and this one just topped that list.
When her orgasm finally subsided and her hips dropped back down onto the bed, I slowly pulled my fingers from her and watched her shiver from the feeling. I gazed over her folds, literally dripping with her juices and before my brain could catch up with my actions, my tongue was already on her, tasting her as I cleaned up every last drop. It was a different taste than her usual, impossible to describe, but even more addictive, and I soon found myself plunging my fingers back inside her and tonguing her clit, just hoping I could taste her again.
I could hear her whimpers and protests, but they sounded so far away, like a television playing in the next room. I was too determined to stop, sliding a third finger into her tight entrance as my tongue drew alternating patterns on her clit. Her hips were already bucking hard against my mouth, her thighs squeezing around my head as her hand tightened in my hair again.
"Too much," Rachel whimpered in between gasps, and I knew she was back to that place of blissful delirium as she finally let the word slide, "Oh... oh... Brittany... don't... I... ffffffffffffuck."
And as the curse word left her lips, she came undone again. Both her hands fisting my hair, keeping my head in place with my mouth on her centre as she ground herself against me and I somehow managed to continue thrusting my fingers inside her. I was a little disappointed that she didn't squirt again, but when I felt her orgasm beginning to subside and a third suddenly hit her before she could even relax from the second, I may have taken a little bit of pride in that.
By the time her third exploded throughout her body, she was so worn out from the first two that she didn't even have the energy to ride it out herself. Her muscles gave out, causing her legs to drop limply over my shoulders while her hands fell from my head and onto the bed by her sides and her tired body just trembled and spasmed with each wave of electricity that shot through her.
For a long time after she didn't move or speak, just laid there heaving for each breath and I took pleasure in watching her from my perch on the ground. She had this glow that came over her after she orgasmed. The night before I thought it was just because it was her first time, but since it had happened in the car earlier that day, and then now in my bed, I discovered that it was just another special quality of Rachel's. And it was perfect. Just like every other part of her.
"So you ready to go again," I joked after at least five minutes of silence had passed, and I blew a puff of air against her centre to tease her further.
"I swear on Barbra, Brittany S. Pierce," Rachel shouted sternly, but still didn't have the energy to pick up her head and look down at me, "If you touch any of my private areas, I will break up with you right now."
"Sore," I asked, scrunching my nose at the thought of hurting her.
"Sore doesn't even begin to cover it," she groaned and her legs twitched against my shoulders, as an aftershock rippled through her body, "Remember this morning when I was still sore from last night? That was sore. But the worst part is that half of me is stinging so bad I want to sit in a bath of ice water, and the other half is in a place of utter euphoria. I don't know what you did to me, Brittany, and I'm sure that I will very much hate you in the morning and swear that you will never be able to touch me again, but right now you're lucky because the euphoric side is overpowering me."
"I'm sorry," I said honestly, gently kissing the inside of her knee before lifting each leg and gently resting her toes on the carpet.
"And could you please explain to me why I feel like I'm laying on a waterbed that has sprung a leak," she asked, using her toes to lift her hips off the bed and finally finding the strength to raise her head and glance down at the large wet spot under and around her butt.
"You had a really really good orgasm," I grinned, smiling so wide my cheeks were already beginning to throb. I couldn't help but feel good about myself for accomplishing something that I had thought was impossible.
"What do you mean," she asked, raising an eyebrow at me in confusion.
"You know," I said, waiting for it to click in her head, but when her expression didn't change I remembered what Rachel had said earlier about her knowledge of sex and suddenly realized that it was entirely possible she had never heard of it before. I let out a soft sigh, because I didn't really want to have a sex education talk with her. Normally I'm fine talking about sex, but as soon as I start talking about the stuff that isn't vanilla, I start feeling awkward and blush a lot. But it looked like I would have to suck it up, because my girlfriend was starting to freak out about what she was laying in.
"You've never heard of squirting," I asked and got my answer when her brow furrowed, her mouth dropped open and one side of her top lip curled upwards, "Female ejaculation. I actually didn't think it was real, but you totally proved me wrong. So, sometimes, when a girl has like a totally amazing, earth shattering orgasm, she like, ejaculates and I guess you were somewhere around earth shattering, because when I was going down you and you were coming, you squirted all over me and the bed."
Rachel's face looked absolutely mortified as she quickly sat up on the bed and shuffled backwards, out of the wet spot.
"I'm so sorry," she gasped, her hand covering her mouth as she stared down at the spot, "I didn't mean to-I didn't even know- I'll buy you a new bed. I can't believe I... In your face?"
"Whoa Drama Queen," I laughed, tugging on her ankle playfully, "It's a good thing. And... well... I thought it was pretty... or a lot... like... a huge turn on."
I was blushing, probably beat red as she stared back at me and her expression finally began to relax as she said in a shaky voice, "Really?"
"Well, yeah," I shrugged, biting my lip, "I mean, it's not something that happens very often and I was able to get you there, coming so hard that you... squirted. And, I don't even know how to explain it, but it was so hot. Like, I'm there with my fingers inside you, filling you completely, and I'm sucking on your clit and all of a sudden you're squirting all over me and then I taste you and it's the best taste ever. And the sounds you made and the way you looked and god just everything, it was unbelievable. Then you came again and again and I-I... You're so beautiful. And I'm so turned on right now."
A smile slowly spread across her lips as I spoke and stumbled over all my words and I wasn't sure if she was smiling because of my stuttering or the words I was saying. Her smile faltered when her eyes fell back on the wet spot and she sighed, "But I ruined your bed."
"Rachel," I said, rolling my eyes and raising myself to stand beside the bed, "I don't give a shit about the bed. Besides, it's not ruined, it's just a little wet. So tonight we'll snuggle on the other side and tomorrow we will flip the mattress and change the sheets. It's not the end of the world. And even if the bed was ruined, I can afford to buy a new mattress. It was so worth it."
She bit down on her lip before sliding back to her original spot at the edge of the bed, although this time beside the wet spot, then dropped her feet back down to the floor and laid back on the bed. She smiled up at me lazily and said, "Well it was an exceptionally satisfying orgasm."
I crawled forward onto the bed, placing my hands on either side of her head and straddled her hips on my knees, hovering over her and ignoring the slight pain in my arm as I stared down at her beautiful face. Her long hair was tangled in all directions and her cheeks were still flush, but I could stare at her forever. She stared back at me for awhile, our eyes locked as we just stayed like that in silence, until she gave me a tired smile and reached her hand up to lightly stroke my cheek.
"I love you so much," she whispered as her hand curled around to the back of my head and pulled me down to her lips.
"You're just saying that because I gave you incredible orgasms," I smirked against her lips.
"No," she answered softly with a huge grin, "although that may be an extra bonus, it's not the deciding factor."
"So what is then," I asked, gently rubbing my nose against hers.
She shrugged as her blush reddened even further and she glanced away as she whispered, "You treat me like I'm special."
"You are special," I said, pushing myself back a bit so I could properly look her in the eyes.
She didn't have a response, just looked even more bashful than before and smiled shyly.
"You're about to love me very much too," she giggled, widening her eyes as she began to sit up, forcing me to straddle and sit on her lap.
"Orgasms," I asked with a chuckle.
"So many you're not even gonna be able to walk straight tomorrow," she laughed, resting her hands on the tops of my thighs, "It's time for me to take my revenge."
"Oh really," I joked back, settling down on her lap until my butt was resting on her thighs, "You really think you're that talented?"
"Talented is my middle name," Rachel said, with a challenge in her eyes, then rolled them as she corrected herself, "Well actually it's Barbra, but they're practically synonyms."
"Don't worry," I whispered, planting soft kisses against her cheek, "I'm pretty sure everyone in Lima knows your middle name is Barbra. Just like everyone knows you're talented."
"Not everyone, not yet," Rachel said with a glimmer in her eyes, "but one day. One day maybe the whole world will know."
"No," I said firmly, with a sure shake of my head, "Not maybe. Definitely."
"You too," Rachel smiled, her hands ghosting up my bare hips and tickling my stomach, "The super model slash motocross champion of the world, Brittany Pierce."
I shrugged, smiling as I rested my cast and forearm on the tops of Rachel's shoulders while lacing my fingers together at the back of her head, "Who knows what the future holds for me. I'm excited to find out, though."
"Me too," she said, but then her eyes drifted downwards to my breasts and she tilted her head to one side, "But right now I'm more interested in the present."
Before I could answer, she straightened her back, grabbed the back of my head and smashed our lips together in a hungry kiss. It caught me by surprise because I still wasn't used to Rachel taking control in sexual situations, but I was definitely liking this side of her. As much as I've always loved to top everyone I've slept with, no matter how much Santana denied it, for the first time I actually didn't mind Rachel taking control. Maybe it was because she was the first person I was ever truly comfortable with, but whatever the reason, it was sexy as hell.
Her other hand, the one not trapping my head against her lips, slid up my stomach to my right breast and gave it a rough squeeze forcing my hips to thrust against her from pure impulse. I could feel her lips curl into a smug smile as our kiss continued and she began to rub my already hard nipple. I gasped and tried to pull away from her lips, but her insistent hand at the back of my head was surprisingly strong and kept me firmly in place.
"Rach," I pleaded against her lips as her thumb and index fingers began to pinch my nipple.
"I want you to do something for me," she whispered with a low, sexy growl in her voice that I had no idea she was capable of. It also made me completely at her mercy. It didn't matter what she wanted me to do, I was ready to do it without question.
"Anything," I breathed the word more than spoke it, trying to stop my hips from rocking against her lap.
She released my nipple and slowly dragged her fingernails teasingly down my stomach, but stopped her descent just inches before the part of me that was craving her the most. I had to bite back a whimper as her hand stayed still.
"Since I couldn't complete your fantasy because of an early arrival problem that I had previously believed was only an issue the opposite sex had to deal with," Rachel said, her fingers drawing teasing circles so painfully near my folds I was having trouble concentrating, "I think it's only fair that you receive a punishment."
"Punishment," I repeated as the word grabbed my full attention. Images of Rachel in a black leather catsuit wielding a whip while I'm shackled to some sort of wooden dungeon contraption flooded my mind and I started to wonder what kind of movies and television shows she had gotten her sex ed from.
"Well it wasn't easy for me to put on that uniform and perform a dance for you and I was fully prepared to get down on my knees and satisfy you with my mouth if you hadn't put an end to it so quickly, even before I could really touch you," Rachel explained, managing to still sound so innocent while talking so dirty, "Since you ruined my plan, I think I should get the decision of what happens next."
"Sounds fair," I answered slowly, having trouble keeping up with Rachel while she was being so dominating, but entirely loving it, "So, what do you want to happen next?"
"Well," she whispered, pausing for a moment to gently kiss my chest, "I was trying to think of things I wanted to try and while we were in your closet finding your Cheerios uniform, I saw something that put some interesting thoughts in my head."
"You want me to wear something for you," I asked, rubbing at the back of her neck with my thumbs.
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes as if she was thinking over my words then finally replied, "In a way."
"I don't understand," I said, furrowing my brow as I tried to figure out what she was thinking.
She smiled, a strange and almost dark smile, then said, "Just lie back on the bed and wait for me."
I raised a curious eyebrow at her, but slid off her lap anyway, crawling to the head of my bed and leaning back against the pillows. She gave me one more glimpse of that strange smile before she actually skipped towards my closet and disappeared inside.
I tried to wonder what she could possibly be thinking, but before I could come up with a single idea, she was already out again, walking towards the bed with her hands behind her back and that smile still on her face.
"Do you trust me," she asked, head tilting to one side as she posed the question.
"Of course," I scoffed, "I trust you with everything."
She slowly removed her hands from behind her back, revealing a selection of ties that she had taken from my collection and I stared at them dangling from her fingers. My mind snapped back to those dungeon images and I found myself mumbling, "Does this involve a whip?"
Rachel gave me a puzzled look and shook her head, "No, I just... Well... I want-I want to tie you up. I want to be in control."
"Okay," I answered dumbly and a little nervous as I stared at the ties. I'd never been tied up before and I'd never given up control like that either. Even though Rachel had my full trust, I was still a bit uneasy about it. I didn't like the thought of not being able to move my limbs.
She watched me for another minute, eyes scanning my face and reading my emotions before she gave me a much more normal Rachel Berry smile and said, "It's okay if you don't feel comfortable, Brit. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."
I swallowed thickly and shook away my nerves, "No, I want to."
She gave me a nod before setting the ties down on the bed, while keeping two in her hands, and walked over towards the foot of the bed. I felt her fingers delicately take one of my ankles, lifting it as she wrapped one end of the tie around it then tied the silky material in a tight knot and tying the other end to the bedpost. As she did the same to my other ankle I glanced down at the other ties she had placed on the bed and noticed there was an extra.
"Why do you have five ties," I asked as she was tying a knot to my good wrist.
"I was thinking," she said, her eyes staying focused on the knot she was now tying to the bedpost, "That I could tie one around your mouth."
"Oh," I said, staring at the tie and that nervousness that I had shaken away came back ten-fold.
"I know you've thought about it before," Rachel said, matter-of-factly, now working on tying the knot around my cast.
"What," I asked in confusion, because I could honestly say I had never thought about Rachel tying me to my bed and gagging me.
"Tying me to your bed," she answered, glancing at me sideways before dropping her eyes back to her working fingers, "I know you've fantasized about tying me up or putting handcuffs on me, so I thought I'd try it out on you first."
That I definitely had thought about, but how had she known that? Had I told her and just didn't remember? I had been telling her so many things it was hard to keep track, but I thought that was something I was keeping to myself for awhile.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips while gripping the last tie in her hands, hesitating as she repeated, "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I want to," I said again, watching as the tie got closer and closer to my lips until I found myself biting down on the material as Rachel wrapped it around my head and tied it tightly at the back. She sat back once it was tied and for awhile she just looked at me. Her eyes drifting over my body from head to toe as I tested out the restraints, tugging at them with my arms. I was definitely stuck there until Rachel untied me.
"I think I can appreciate the appeal now," Rachel commented, lightly trailing her fingers down my chest and between my breasts, "I didn't quite understand it before, but now that I have you bound and naked and helpless, it feels somewhat... empowering. You're completely at my mercy and I can do whatever I want to you and you wouldn't be able to do anything to stop me."
I started to panic a little inside and I guess it was noticeable in my eyes because she quickly added, "Of course I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to. I'm only saying that I could. I promise this will be very enjoyable."
She leaned forward, pressing her hands to the headboard on either side of my head, then further until her stomach and breasts were pressed against mine. She began to roll her hips against mine at an agonizingly slow pace, but I caught her wince a few times when her over-sensitive and sore clit rubbed against me. I was already pulling at my restraints, wanting so badly to wrap my arms around, grab her hips, or just touch her, but the restraints held and I was forced to just sit back and try to relax.
Her lips found my neck, starting with the faintest of kisses which quickly turned into sucking and then biting. She bit down extra hard in one spot, forcing a muffled yelp from behind my gag and Rachel pulled her head back with concern in her eyes, "Was that too hard?"
I tried to answer, already forgetting about the stupid tie in my mouth, then shook my head to signal a "no".
"Not too hard," she said, voicing my answer as her fingers massaged the spot she'd bitten, "Do you want it harder?"
I swallowed around the gag, closing my eyes as I nodded.
She brought her lips back down to my neck, but the hard bite I was preparing myself for turned out to be a series of soft kisses along the nap of my neck. I relaxed, lost in the sensation of her lips caressing my skin, and as soon as I had let my guard down, she bit down into my neck. She sucked hard on the spot as her teeth sunk further and further into my flesh, gradually increasing the pain and the pleasure at the same time. I found myself pulling on my restraints again with all my strength, ignoring the added pain of the material cutting into my wrist as I endured and enjoyed the sharp pain in my neck.
I was sure that she had broken the skin. She was biting so hard I was starting to see stars bursting in front of my eyes, but it was also sending thrilling shocks of arousal straight to my core. I couldn't see her hands move from the headboard, but I felt them on me. One on my side, tracing my ribs, while the other rested lightly on the other side of my neck and her teeth still buried deep in my neck. I was convinced she was trying to make an imprint of her teeth on me for life, but I certainly wasn't complaining.
I've always liked my sex a little on the rough side, for some reason adding a small amount of pain always made my orgasms so much better. I wasn't into anything too crazy, just some biting and scratching and hard thrusting that made me sit a little uncomfortably the next day, but Rachel seemed to have special talents that made me come harder than I ever had, even without the roughness that I usually needed.
But this was something else entirely.
She released my neck, soothing the sting with her tongue then leaned back and commented playfully, "You like it rough."
The gag prevented me from responding, but even if it wasn't there, I still wouldn't have responded. My little pain fetish was not something I liked to admit. It felt wrong that it turned me on so much. It wasn't something that normally turned a person on and I wasn't planning on telling her about it until we had become more comfortable in our sex life. I could tell she was reading the emotions on my face again as she suddenly shook her head, as if to stop my train of thought.
"It's okay," she said with an assuring smile, pressing her palms to my chest and twisting one of my blonde locks between her fingers, "I can appreciate that. Judging by my body's reaction to your less than gentle stimulation of my- well, of me- it appears that I have somewhat of an attraction to more aggressive sexual encounters as well. Maybe not every time or I may lose the ability to walk properly, permanently, however, it was quite arousing to have you be so assertive and I would definitely like to revisit that in the future."
I tried to speak, hoping she might be able to understand me even through the tie, but the words only came out as incoherent sounds. She stared down at the gag decisively then sighed and rolled her eyes as she pulled the material from my mouth and let it hang around my neck.
"That was no where near aggressive or assertive," I said, licking the drool from the corners of my mouth, "I haven't gotten to aggressive yet."
"Really," Rachel challenged with a smirk, "Then what would it be by your definition?"
"We'll get there," I said, "When we have no more secrets and know each other better than we even know ourselves."
"I thought you trusted me," she said softly, disappointment filling her voice.
"Rach," I chuckled, pulling on my restraints, "I let you tie me naked to my bed, believe me when I say I trust you. But our relationship has been moving pretty fast and we're still learning about each other. Sex is new to our relationship and we can't just jump into everything at once. One fantasy at a time, remember?"
"Yeah," Rachel nodded with a blush, "We have been experiencing quite a few new things for one night."
"And how about we finish the ones we've started first," I said, raising my eyebrows hopefully and trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs, "It's kinda hard for me to just press pause when you're sitting on me all naked and I'm tied up."
"Do you like it," she asked, lowering her lips to my chest and pressing open mouthed kisses above my breasts.
"You sitting on me naked," I breathed, arching my back towards her as her mouth descended to the tops of my breasts.
"You being tied up," she replied with her mouth hovering over my right nipple.
I whimpered as her mouth covered my nipple and she sucked, trying to catch my breath as I answered, "I like touching you."
She tugged on my nipple with her teeth, forcing me to inhale sharply and drop my head back against the headboard. She let go, rolling it between her fingers instead, until my hips were lifting off the bed to grind against her, and said, "So you're not enjoying this?"
"I-I'm," I stuttered as her other hand began pinching my other nipple at the same time and my brain lost its focus, "What... I can't... What was the q-question?"
"I want to know," she whispered, pausing to lean in and give my earlobe a quick nip before pressing her lips to my ear, "if you are enjoying this?"
"Yes," I nodded, biting down hard on my lip as she marked the other side of my neck and my hips bucked up against her again. She shifted herself off my lap, sitting down on her knees between my open legs and shuffled forward until the backs of my thighs rested on the tops of hers. Her right hand left my breast, sliding down between our bodies and cupping my mound roughly as she bit down on my neck again.
"Oh fuck," I groaned as she rubbed the heel of her hand back and forth against my folds, shuddering as she dragged it against my swollen clit, "R-Ra... fuck me."
My body was shaking with need and anticipation as she slipped two fingers between my folds, circling my entrance once before pushing them inside. I whimpered as I stretched around her, the force of her thrust causing me to jerk so hard on my restraints that my right arm broke free. My arm impulsively wrapped around her, nails clawing into her back as she continued to drive her fingers inside me and my hips lifted on their own to meet each thrust.
I was only vaguely aware of the continuous strings of moans and expletives flowing from my mouth as she laid her body down on top of mine, pressing her centre to the back of the hand inside me so that they moved in unison with each roll of her hips. For a girl who had only lost her virginity the night before, Rachel was unbelievably good at knowing where to touch me and exactly how to move in order to turn me into a whimpering mess, and even though she played shy, she seemed to be having no trouble taking control.
Once she pushed a third finger inside me, it only took a few flicks of her thumb on my clit to make me toss my head back, arch my back and come hard around her fingers. I could feel every muscle in my body tense as electricity coursed through my nerves and my hand shot down to grip her ass, holding her against me as my hips rocked erratically, riding it out.
When I finally drifted back down to earth and was able to open my eyes, which I don't even remember closing, I found her staring down and watching me with her nose only an inch from mine. She smiled as my vision focused and said, "I think you've turned me into a sex addict."
"You ready to go again," I asked breathlessly, lessening my grip on her ass, but still keeping my hand there, "Cause just give me thirty seconds and I'll totally be up for giving you another round."
Her smile widened as she blushed and glanced away, "Maybe. But we have school in the morning and it's already quite late. However, I would like to revisit the idea of an all night sex marathon on a night when we are not required to be up early the next day."
"Can't wait," I smiled, then tugged at the restraint around my cast, "So you gonna leave me tied up all night?"
She narrowed her eyes at me with an evil smile, but then broke into a giggle as she pushed herself up on her knees and leaned over me to work the knot around my cast. My eyes drifted over her naked body in front of me, moving my hand from her backside to trace the curves of her body and her eyes flickered to me with amusement before they focused back on the knot. I liked that she was comfortable enough with me to move around while she was naked, without trying to cover herself while I stared. And it was impossible not to stare.
I watched my hand slide down her stomach nearing her centre again, but before I could get there, my injured arm fell freely onto the pillows below and she moved off the bed to untie my ankles. It didn't take long before both my ankles were free again and I waited for Rachel to settle onto her side, as she usually did, so that I could wrap my arm around her and go to sleep. She didn't take her usual spot, though. That night, she crawled back up the bed and laid down on top of me, pulling the blankets up just high enough to cover her ass as she rested her head on my chest.
"Can I sleep here tonight," she asked, her hand resting against my breast, "I mean, is this comfortable for you?"
"Very," I smiled, wrapping my good arm around her and drawing patterns across her back with my finger.
"I'm not squishing you, right," she whispered, timidly, "You're still able to breathe alright?"
"I'm fine," I chuckled, kissing the top of her head and closing my eyes.
The silence after my answer didn't last very long before she broke it, "It's just, I heard of this woman who was, I suppose, on the heavier side and she fell asleep on top of her boyfriend and ended up suffocating him to death. I just don't want to wake up in the morning and find you dead because you were crushed under my weight."
"You couldn't crush me under your weight even if you tried," I laughed, drawing a heart at the small of her back with the tip of my finger, "You're not heavy enough. Now stop worrying about crazy things and go to sleep."
The words finally silenced her and after several minutes past, I started to believe she had fallen asleep. However, that belief didn't last long when she whispered stubbornly, "If I sat on your face I would be heavy enough to suffocate you to death."
I grinned, so wide my cheeks hurt as I tried to hold in a giggle fit and said, "If I ever get some incurable horrible disease, please please promise me you'll kill me by sitting on my face."
"I will not," Rachel growled, lifting her head and giving me a stern frown, "Could you imagine the papers? 'Broadway Superstar Euthanizes Wife with Vagina'. No way. I would give you an overdose of propofol like how everyone else does it."
"Oh," I answered, slightly creeped out that Rachel had an answer for that right away (and just a bit sideswiped by the word 'wife'), but since it was Rachel and she was just strange like that I asked hopefully, "Well can you at least inject me with it during sex so I die happy?"
Rachel's face was so serious as she thought it over, furrowing her brow before answering, "It would depend on what the disease was. If it was contagious then certainly not! However, if it was something like a brain tumour, then I suppose I could give you one last moment of pleasure as you pass on."
I shook my head with a soft snort and pushed her head back down onto my chest as I said sarcastically, "Well I'm glad we had that conversation so we don't have to wonder about what to do if it comes up in the future."
"Me too," Rachel nodded against me, but she didn't sound like she was joking as I had been, "I mean, I would have to worry about my image of course, being such a huge superstar, the press would undoubtedly be all over your death. Oh and of course because you would be famous on your own for the motocross and that."
"It's okay," I said, giving her back a mocking pat, "We both know you would be the real star in the relationship."
"I'm so glad you can understand that," Rachel said, sounding genuinely relieved, "I really don't want to have to worry about you being jealous of my fame."
"That would never be an issue," I whispered, "Now, shut up and go to sleep before I gag you with the tie for the rest of the night."
She stayed quiet and for a long time I thought that she would stay silent for the rest of the night, but just as I started to drift I heard her mumble, "I would probably choke on that tie while sleeping and die."
"I'm getting a tie," I huffed, pretending I was trying to push myself up to go and get it, but she quickly shoved me back down on the bed with a hand on my shoulder.
"I'll be quiet now," she sighed, rolling her eyes with a pout.
"Don't worry," I said as she settled her head back on my chest, "We can continue our morbid conversation in the morning."
I felt her head shift slightly and I looked down to find her staring at the clock as she argued, "Technically, it is the morning."
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go get that tie."