Supremacy Part 6
Everything was falling back into place. Back in my dorm, going to classes, spending time with my new friends, it was easy to write last weekend off as a once off experiment. I filled my days with lectures and study groups, and my evenings with college parties and movie nights.
It's only when I'm alone at night that I still think about Kitty's body against mine, the soft warmth of her skin against my fingertips. Twice I'd found myself alone in my dorm room, and had decided to relieve some stress so to speak. On both occasions I'd found the thing that finally pushed me over the edge was thinking about Kitty tight around my fingers and her tongue deep in my mouth.
I try to shrug it off, even making out with a couple of college guys here and there. Steven, my professor, had tried a few times to meet up outside of class, but whatever it was about him that had turned me on before thanksgiving just wasn't doing anything anymore.
Tonight marks 2 weeks since I've been back, and we're heading out for the night. Some dorm party. I'm just finishing up my make-up, applying some lip gloss, when I remember the moment in the Choir room doing the same thing to Kitty. How she held my finger to her lips, and I feel my body flush. It was nothing, nothing had happened in that moment, but for some reason my memory of it is strangely erotic. I then go on a tangent and think about what I wish I could have done at that point.
~~~I break my wrist away from Kitty's hand and quickly bring both hands to her ass. I lift her out of her seat and move to the piano, roughly putting her down. Her skirt is bunched around her thighs, and I press her to lie back. I stand between her legs and let my fingers press into her. She moans loudly as I thrust into her hard, putting my weight behind each stroke…~~~
I'm broken out of my fantasy by knocking at my door. I look back at myself, my cheeks are flushed, and I can feel my wetness pooling in my underwear. Get it together Quinn, how can a high school cheerleader get you this turned on?
I grab my purse, and greet my friends at the door. They already seem a little drunk, groaning that we need to get going or we'll miss the free shots. As I lock my door, my mind thinks about how good Kitty would look pressed against it.
It's gonna be a long night.
The drinks are flowing, the music is decent, and everyone is getting pleasantly drunk. I try to keep tabs on what I drink now, most definitely not wanting a repeat of the first time I drank. I've had a few drinks, enough to buzz, but I still know exactly what I'm doing. The ache between my legs hasn't died down. Not one bit. I scan the crowned room, trying to find someone who looks halfway decent that I can hopefully ease this tension with.
I don't find anyone that catches my eye. Everyone is either a freshman or a sophomore here at Yale, and my mind keeps floating back to a different sophomore. One that isn't as age appropriate as these people. Jesus, why can't I get her out of my head?
The night progresses, and the thoughts of Kitty become more frequent. Her chest. Her legs. Her mouth. How warm and tight and wet she was wrapped around my fingers…
I need to get out of here.
I find my roomie and tell her I'm heading off, and I'll see her back at our room. Quick goodbyes to a few others as I push my way through the crowd to the door. Once outside I realise just how hot my body is feeling in the cool air. I need to get home. I need to calm down. I need to…
I need to fuck Kitty.
Ok, Einstein, you're in New Haven, she's in Lima, how's this gonna happen?
I pull my phone out and find Kitty in my contacts. I hit her number and listen to the dial tone as I walk back to the dorm.
She doesn't pick up, instead it goes to her voicemail. I hang up and try again. Third ring she answers.
"Hi Quinn. Sorry I missed…"
"Where are you?" I fumble my keys, trying to get the door to the dorms open.
"I just got home from going ice skating, why, where are you?"
"Are you alone?" I take the stairs two at a time, practically running to my room. Ok, so maybe I am a little drunk.
"Yeah, I'm in my room. Quinn, what's…." My door swings open and I rush inside, falling against it once it closes.
"I want you to touch yourself." She tries to say something back, but I keep speaking.
"I want you… I need to hear you come…" The line goes silent for a few moments before I hear Kitty breath heavily into the phone.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Get naked on the bed, and pretend my there." I hear moment, I'm guessing she's getting undressed. I follow my own lead and paw at my dress, finally getting it off when Kitty comes back on the line.
"Ok, I'm naked."
"Good." I try to get my voice to calm down. This is happening, I don't have to stress anymore.
"Touch… touch your breasts. Run your hands over them." This is harder than I thought. Trying to describe what I wanted her to do. I start to feel a bit awkward about the whole thing, but then Kitty's moan comes though the speaker.
Fuck.
"Pinch you nipples, tell me how it feels." My hand is playing with my own nipple, gently rubbing over it as I listen to Kitty.
"It feels good, I wish they were your hands though." God, I wish they were my hands too.
"Are you using both your hands?' I ask, suddenly remember the logistics of this thing.
"Yeah, you're on hands free." I think of a line about hands not being free, and then Santana pops into my head saying 'wanky' and I focus as hard as I can on Kitty's whimpers, because I do NOT need San to be commentating this in my head.
"Keep playing with one of your nipples, and move your other hand down to your pussy." I don't think I've ever used that word out loud in a sexual way, but I like it. I like the way it feels on my lips, and then way I can imagine kitty's body tighten when she heard it. She moans again, and I know she's there. I let my hand follow, moving to touch myself, realising I'm so, so wet.
"Quinn, I'm so wet, so wet for you." I clench my legs together for a moment, hearing her say that makes me tingle in the most amazing places.
"Rub your clit Kitty, think of my tongue against your clit." I don't like the desperation in my voice, but I know if I don't come soon I may just explode. The groan that rips from her throat almost makes me lose it.
"How does it feel?"
"It's so good Quinn, I'm so wet and it feels amazing." I start rubbing my clit, thinking about touching Kitty, imagining her hips bucking into me.
"Kitty, put your fingers inside. I need to be inside you." I'm so caught up the moment I forget that she's not actually here. My fingers slide into me, and it seems to be perfectly timed with Kitty's moan. I moan into the speaker, and start to slowly move my fingers inside me.
"How many fingers are you using Kitty?"
"Just one." She moans in reply
"Use two Kitty, I need two fingers inside you."
"Uhhhh, it's so tight Quinn, I feel so full."
"You like that? You like my fingers inside your tight pussy?"
"Quinn, oh god, fuck me Quinn…" I don't wait any longer, I start thrusting into myself hard. I hear Kitty's moans go up an octave, and soon she's chanting my name. I hear one last high-pitched moan, signalling that she's coming. My name and a lot of swearing comes down the line, and that's all I need for my own orgasm to rip me apart. My body trembles and loose the phone for a moment, riding out my high. Once my body is lucid again, I pick up my phone and listen to Kitty gasping for air. I can feel myself still pulsing around my fingers, loving the noises she's making through the phone. Her breaths start to settle, and I can vividly imagine Kitty pulling her fingers out of her pussy just from the sound she makes.
"What brought that on?"
"I don't know, I just, the whole night all I've been able to think about is fucking you."
"I wish you were here and then you could have actually fucked me."
"Me too." I look at my clock and realise what time it is. It's almost 2 AM, and I know my room mate will be home soon.
"Kitty, I…" I don't know what I'm trying to say.
"I can't stop thinking about you."
"Neither can I." I don't know what else to say.
"I know this is all messed up, but… but I like you Kitty. I like this."
"I like this too."
"Maybe, we could work something out, like…"
"Maybe we shouldn't put to much thought into it. Just let what happens happen?" How does she know me so well? How does she know that I always over think everything, and end up fucking it up before it starts?
"That sounds very smart, Kitty Wilde."
"Cool, well, I have to go. I have to get up early tomorrow for some family thing. But I'll speak to you soon?" Her voice rises up as she asks.
"Definitely. Goodnight Kitty, and… and thank you."
"No need to thank me. Night Quinn."