Supremacy Part 2
"Kitty." I see the blonde walking down the hall with some other Cheerios. I remember when that used to be me, with San and Britt flanking my sides. She turns, huge smile on her face when she notices it's me.
"Hi Quinn, I thought you'd left for the day, not that I don't mind seeing you." I smirk to myself. This is going to be easier than I thought.
"Guys, this is Quinn Fabray, although you probably already know that." The other girls say hi and fawn over me. If I had of known I'd be getting this kind of attention, I may have come back sooner.
"Kitty, I was wondering if you wanted to do some more practise for sectionals?"
"Of course, but I don't have any other free periods today."
"Why don't you come over after Cheerios? At least then we don't need to worry about sharing the choir room." Her eyes light up. Bingo.
"That sounds awesome! Let me get your number!" She quickly pulls out her iPhone, and I punch my number in. As I hand it back, Kitty looks like she's won the lottery.
"Oh my god, I have Quinn Fabray's number in my phone." Kitty says in disbelief.
"Send me a text when you're done, and I'll send you my address." Kitty seems to be stunned into silence. Her smile is big enough that it might split her face, and she just nods enthusiastically.
I head home soon after, not seeing any point to hang around. After a few hours of mindless Tv and homework, I decide to start getting ready. If memory serves me right Cheerios should finish in about an hour. I shower and blow dry my hair straight, loving the length that it's getting back to.
Picking clothes, now this was harder. I knew what to wear when I wanted to make Puck crazy, or Finn, or any of the other boys I'd met in collage. But a 15 year old cheerleader? It had to be more subtle. This is where it dawned on me. I was actually doing this.
I was planning on seducing her.
Not only was she underage and essentially the new me at McKinley, she was a girl. Sure, I'd kissed girls before, and most times when Britt would come over she'd end up spooning me, but nothing like I was planning for tonight. I was going to make Kitty Wilde mine.
I was Quinn Fabray, god damn it. I used to rule this school, and I could have anyone I wanted. And this idea was turning me one like you couldn't believe.
My phone buzzes, and I quickly reply with my address. Ok, time to get a move on. I settle with knee high boots over tight jeans, and a white blouse that's tighter around my chest than usual. Light make-up, nothing over the top. I'm not sure what Kitty will be in, coming straight from practise. I check myself in the mirror once more, and as the door bell rings I can feel my arousal rising.
I make my way down stairs, grateful my mother was on one of her church booze nights, and open the front door. There she is, hair pulled into a low side pony tail, white jacket and Cheerios track pants.
"Hi Kitty, come on in."
"Hi Quinn, you can't believe how excited I am to have you helping me. I know just being around you is making me a better performer." Her massive smile hasn't left her face, and I lead her though my house to the lounge. We chat for a bit, about school, Cheerios, glee. She tells me about her brief relationship with Jake, and asks me what it was like to be at collage. I feel myself getting lost in her eyes. I've never seen someone with eyes that shockingly green. They're amazing... Snap out of it Fabray, you're supposed to be sleeping with her, not making googgly eyes.
"Ok, Why don't we go from the start, and we'll run though your dances." I take a seat on the sofa, and Kitty takes off her jacket and gets into place. She starts the music on her phone, and starts dancing and singing. I never really noticed much about her earlier, just the fact that she was obsessed with me. But now, watching her dance, it was like a completely different person was in front of me.
Her eyes don't leave mine, and smiling sweetly and raising her eyebrows. Then she did it, that coy little wink of her left eye. I know I told her to do it, but I didn't expect it to have the same effect on me as it would on the judges. I felt my cheeks flush and a throbbing start in my groin. I motion for Kitty to shut off the music and sit with me.
"That all looks fantastic, you're gonna blow away the competition." I smile at her.
"Oh My God, thank you so much, you have no idea how much it means that someone like you would think my dancing was amazing."
"That's not all I think is amazing." I say, my voice lowering slightly. Real smooth Fabray. Her smile doesn't change, but her eyes look a little confused. I slide closer to her on the couch so our legs are touching.
"Helping you with sectionals wasn't the only reason that I invited you over." Here goes nothing. I lift my hand to gently touch her jaw, lean forward, and press my lips against hers. They're so soft, god they're soft. I'd completely forgotten how different kissing a girl was.
I slowly start to move my lips against hers, still refraining from adding too much pressure, not wanting to scare her off. My hand moves into her hair, slowly massaging my fingers on her scalp. Our lips part, and she's slightly out of breath. Her lips are pink, and wet, and all I want to do is take them again.
"Wow, I always thought that my lesbian experimental phase would happen in collage, but I never even dreamed it would be with The Quinn Fabray." I smile at her, and lower my lips back to hers. I lightly drag my tongue over her lower lip, and I feel her mouth open. I feel her moan against my mouth more than I hear it, and my body starts to heat up.
I move from her lips to her jaw, to her neck, and start kissing the skin I find there. Her hands move to my forearms, gripping them as if her life depended on it.
To be honest, I didn't expect to be as turned on as I'm. This was going to be a random hook-up to show Santana that I still had it. I'm not supposed to be feeling anything. But, every little whimper that she's making against my skin sends tingles through my body.
I push more of my body against herself, kind of re-arranging ourselves so I'm hovering over her, her back flat against the sofa.
I'm definitely liking being in control, this is new territory for me. Usually I'm the back seat driver when I'm having sex, letting someone else take the reigns. But this, I like this.
"Quinn..." As my name leaves her lips, I decide to move things along. My hand moves itself under her tshirt, and her breath catches as my fingertips run along the edge of her bra. God, that's sound is sexy. My lips go back to hers, and instead of my hand going higher, it moves lower. I don't understand it, but all I can think of is being inside Kitty right now. I guess this is what all those guys felt like when we had sex.
My fingers reach the waistband of her pants, and her hand grabs my wrist. I pull away, my eyes looking for any uncertainty, my brain searching for what words I was going to use to convince her to continue.
"Quinn, I... "
"Kitty, it's ok, it's me..."
"Oh, no, I wasn't going to stop you, I just wanted to say... Actually... This is my first time."
"With a girl?"
"No, I mean, at all."