Supremacy Part 9
It's New Years Eve, and I'm almost in Lima. Too bad it's 4 hours after I planned to be here. I'd met up with my mother in Boston to have Christmas with my sister and her new family. It was surprisingly nice, adding some kind of normalcy to my life. Some that I hadn't realised I missed.
Until Now.
Until we're in the car, about 20 minutes from home. We were supposed to get back to Lima at 6pm, giving me plenty of time to surprise Kitty, have at least two rounds of mind blowing sex, and then head to Puckerman's party. But no, it's now 10pm, we are still in the car, Kitty doesn't even know I'm back in Lima, and our long awaited reunion is gonna have to wait even longer.
I try to focus on the road, watching the houses I grew up around pass by. Being back here always brings back strange memories. This time though, they're mostly about Kitty.
I can't wait to get my hands on her.
But I know I'll have to. At least 'til we're away from the others.
Home, bedroom, shower. Dress, make-up, hair. 25 minutes, I've broken my old record about a good 20 minutes. I drive to Puck's, knowing that I'll most likely leave my car there. Not going to go combining the two things that messed me up the most.
The music is already pumping, and there's already people scattered around the front yard in various stages of inebriated. I make my way through the house to the kitchen, knowing that's where the booze is. I know I need a drink. I don't know how I'm going to react when I see Kitty. Part of me is worried that seeing her again in the flesh, so to speak, will diminish the heat of the flame we've built over the last few weeks. The other part is pretty convinced I'm gonna jump her straight away.
"Nice of you to show up Quinn." Santana says from behind the counter, before she comes around to hug me.
"Nice of my mother to finally get me here. What's Puck got for us tonight?"
"I'll mix you your favourite Baby Mama." Puck's loud voice comes from behind me. He hugs me briefly before heading behind the 'bar', grabbing all kinds of things and putting them in a cup.
"Good turn out." I say as he hands me the cup.
"No one can resist a Puckerman party, especially with twice the Puckerman." I see Jake and Marley come around a corner and wave. I wave back, but they're definitely not the sophomores I'm looking for. I take a sip from my cup, and it's strong. Really, really strong. Santana and I continue to make small talk, and I catch a glimpse of a few others, Blaine, Mike and Tina, and Finn. I wonder how he feels partying with his students? I wonder how he'd feel if he knew I was sleeping with one of them?
"So, what happened to you after sectionals? You just disappeared."
"I.. I drove Kitty home, she was really down about the whole thing."
"So that little snake should be, you know what she did? She…" I cut Santana off. I don't need to hear any of this from her. If Kitty wants to tell me what happened, she will.
"San, you don't know what happened, and you and I used to do some pretty messed up things to people at school, remember?" She goes quiet, and at first I think it's because of me, but then I notice she's spotted Brittany. Brittany looking rather close with Sam. Nothing out of the ordinary, Britt seems to get really close to everyone. But San tenses, before she leaves the room.
I'm left alone, so I start to wander through the house, searching for the other blonde cheerleader. I find my way to the lounge, and it's almost pitch black. Every light is off and the window has been blacked out. There's flashing lights, and it makes the place look like a night club, this is definitely the most effort Puck has ever put into a party.
I spot her through the lights, dancing with some of the other Cheerios. Whatever part of my mind that was worried the spark would be gone shuts up in my head as I watch her. Her shirt is tight, her skirt is short, her hair is falling over her shoulders. Her body is moving to the rhythm, and she hasn't noticed me watching her. Good. She doesn't know I was coming back for New years, and I want to surprise her. The song changes, and I hear Taio Cruz singing.
How stupidly fitting.
'But whenever I'm not with you
It's so hard for me to see
I need to see a picture of you
A special picture just for me, yeah'
Her hips roll, and she spins as she's dancing. Fuck.
'Whenever you are gone
I just wanna be wit' ya
Please don't get me wrong
I just wanna see a picture
Take a dirty picture for me
Take a dirty picture
Take a dirty picture for me
Take a dirty picture'
She's grinding against another girl on the squad, and I realise I can't take it anymore. I squeeze my way between the other bodies in the room, and make my way to her. I think about joining her dancing, but that thought leaves as soon as I see her lean over and just the bottom of her panties peak out from under that skirt.
No, we won't be dancing.
As I walk past, I hardly slow my pace, and grab her hand. I try to keep walking, but she pulls back, not realising whom has grabbed her. I turn back to face her and her mouth falls open. I tug on her arm again, and she follows quickly. I head to the back of the house, where I know Puck's laundry is. No one would come down this far into the house, let alone into this room.
The room is tiny. I knew this already from the time I'd spent living here, but I mostly thought it was small because I was huge. No, it was just small in general. The second the door is shut our lips are attached, reacquainting with each other. Our hands paw at clothes, and I lift her top up so my hands can grope at her breasts. We try to maneuver as much as we can in the small room, and I eventually grab Kitty's ass and lift her onto the washing machine, my body filling the space between her legs. My lips move to her neck as my hands clutch at her hips, trying to pull her body as close to mine as possible. Both of her hands are in my hair, and I'm glad I didn't do a lot to it, if I'd straightened I wouldn't be able to fix it by the time I headed outside again.
"Quinn, I missed your lips so much…"
I slide her panties down, remembering where we are and how much time we have before someone noticed that we were both gone. I get them off her first leg, but then decide I like the look of them dangling on her ankle. I rub her folds, she's already so wet. I'm loving her hips bucking into mine, trying to get more friction.
"Don't tease me Quinn, I want you so bad."
"Who's regretting the teasing now?" I say with a smirk. She doesn't take a bar of it and pulls me in for another heated kiss.
"Just fuck me, please."
"All you had to do was ask." I say as I slide my index finger inside her. She's still so incredibly tight, I don't think I'll ever get used to this feeling. I start pumping it in and out of her, and soon I add a second finger to the mix. I can feel the muscles stretch around me, and I think I might come then and there.
"Fuck Quinn, I love how full you make me feel, touching myself for you doesn't even compare." I quickly pick up my pace, using my hips to help put more force behind my hand. Her ankles hook around my ass, pulling me in.
Soon I'm thrusting into her hard and fast, and the washing machine is hitting the wall behind her every time. Our lips are back together, and I change the angle ever so slightly. She groans into my mouth and bites down on my bottom lip. I can tell she's close, her grip on my back is tightening and her long moans are turning into short whimpers and gasps.
"What do you think your friends would say if they saw you, huh? Little head bitch of the Cheerios letting a college girl fuck her in the laundry at a school party?" Once again, I don't know where all this talk is coming from, but it seems to be working, everything in her body starts to tighten.
"I bet they'd think you're my little slut, getting so wet for me, getting so fucking wet for a 19 year old. Letting her touch you in places no one has before." I know I was saying this for her, but every single part applied to me as well. What would my friends think if I told them I was sleeping with a 15 year old? Sure, she was turning 16 soon, but does that make it much better?
She bites into my shoulder, muffling the scream that comes from deep within her. Her legs tighten on my hips, and her feet pull my body closer. My fingers are so deep inside her, and I feel her body shaking around me. I'll never get enough of this. Enough of making her scream and lose control and come just for me.
I feel her grip around my body start to loosen, and I pull away so I can see her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and I waste no time claiming them again. The kiss is hot, and our tongues slide against each other with ease.
Her body stops quaking, and I slowly slide out of her. Her body shudders as I do, and I hold her closer to me. We part again, and she smiles at me. I realise the only things I've said to her since being back have been… not exactly appropriate.
"Hi." I say quietly.
"Hi yourself."
I bring my hand to my lips, and I lick up my index finger, savouring how amazing she tastes, so much better than I remember. She takes my wrist and pulls my hand to her mouth. She expertly wraps her tongue around my finger and sucks it into her mouth, and I'm so fucking wet I can feel it on my legs.
But, I know we can't leave yet. Not when it's not even midnight. It would be way too obvious. I pull her lips to mine again, and all I can taste is Kitty.
"We should get back out there." She says, understanding exactly what I'm thinking. I nod before kissing her again and helping her off the washer. She starts to fix her top, and I move to help.
"You should head out now. So we don't leave together." She says it without lifting her eyes to mine, I worry that I've done something wrong. I turn around to the door, and she grabs my hand again. I look over my shoulder at her.
"I just mean, if you stay here, I'm gonna want to do the same to you, and then we'll never leave." I smile again, and can't help myself kissing her one more time. I walk out of the room, and smooth my hands through my hair. Heading back to the party, I grab a drink from the kitchen counter. As much as I don't want to, I swish the alcohol around in my mouth before swallowing. Somehow, as dirty as it sounds, I just know Santana will be able to smell Kitty on me. She's got a stupid sixth sense about everything gay. I down the rest of the cup, and grab another.
If I'm gonna have to spend the rest of the night without being against Kitty's body, then I'm gonna need a few more of these.