ALRIGHT SO HERE'S THE THING. I'VE DECIDED TO HAVE A LITTLE FANTASY SCENE HERE SO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT AND YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE SAY OH I REALLY DON'T WRITE SMUT. *LIARS* WE;; I SERIOUSLY DON'T WRITE IT BUT I SURE AS HELL READ IT AND WATCH PORN CAUSE I'M A DUDE *YEAH I KNOW I'M A PIG* GET OVER IT. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS NICE.
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"Alright class welcome to American History I'm Mr. Wright and you all have the unfortunate task of putting up with me for the rest of the semester." The skinny man with glasses and kind smile looked at his class before turning around. "Now American History what is the first thing that pops into your head when you think about those words?" Rachel's hand shot straight up. Quinn who was sitting right next to her raised an eyebrow as she saw how ready the smaller girl was to answer. "Yes Miss?"
"Rachel Concoran sir, and what comes to mind when I think American history is the discovery and settling of America."
"Good anyone else?" Quinn's hand shot up quickly. "Ah Quinn good to have you in my class once again."
"Thanks Mr. W. What comes into my head when I think of American History is war."
"War." The class all said at the same time making Mr. Wright smile.
"Yes war." She looked up to see the teacher giving her a smile. "Revolutionary War, Civil War, Spanish American War, World War one and two, Vietnam, Korean, Gulf War, Afghan War. America has been in it's fair share of wars over the years."
"Yes it has. Next. Ah Miss Cohen-Chang looking lovely as always what comes to your mind?"
"T-the I-Industrial Rev-Revolution." Rachel turned to see an Asian girl who was wearing black clothing with steel toed boots and had purple streak going down her raven black hair talking. "Th-The Invention o-of the auto-auto-au. Car." She turned and looked at Quinn who just shrugged.
"Very good anything else come on now don't be shy." A hand at the back of the room was raised. "Mr. Arroyo welcome back sir." The entire class turned and looked at the Teen sitting at the far end of the room who was leaning back into his chair. "Tell us Mr. Arroyo what comes into your mind when the words American History are made known.
"Jim Thorpe, Martin Luther King Jr. Malcolm X, Cesar Chavez, John F. Kennedy, Muhhammad Ali, Rosa Parks. Michael Jordan. Sidney Poitier, Babe Ruth."
"All great and Important American figures very well done Mr. Arroyo." The class turned back around when Jose looked up at them except for Rachel who smiled and waived at him. For his part Joe just gave a short nod before leaning his head back.
"So Santana." Rachel's curiosity made her turn back around to look at the blonde haired cheerleader sitting next to her.
"What about her?" Rachel asked trying to fight the smile that was threatening to form on her lips. Quinn tried to find a way to start talking about the brunette who invaded her mind every single hour of the day especially during the nights that seemed to grow longer for her. After about a minute of silence Rachel decided to put the poor girl out of her misery. "You like her don't you?"
"That obvious huh."
"Well the flirting isn't really subtle." Rachel said with a smile.
"Yeah she does that to me and I just realized I liked girls not to long ago."
"So it was a like at first sight type of thing?"
"Something like that." The two girls looked over at Mr. Wright who was just staring at them.
"Sorry." Both girls muttered. The lesson went on and Quinn once again found herself day dreaming.
"Now Class can anyone tell me when George Washington Became president of the United States?" Santana was standing at the front of the class wearing a black pencil knight skirt with a sky blue tank top that was covered by a black coat. Her hair pulled up into the normal ponytail and had on glasses.
"Quinn can you answer the question?" The blonde who was still in her outfit gulped as she watched the other girl slowly approach her. "Do you know the answer Quinn?" The cheerleader was about to answer but when Santana leaned down and Quinn caught a glimpse of her breast her mouth went dry
"Class you can go now." She said huskly. Everyone left leaving the two girls alone. "So Miss Fabray care to answer my question." Santana asked leaning in closer. Quinn caught a glimpse of the red lace bra and moaned. "Like what you see baby."
"Y-Yes." Quinn responded making the other girl smile as she moved back to a standing position. Hazel eyes locked on to brown and Quinn stood up and slowly walked over to the girl She reached up and slowly removed the coat from the girl. "God your so fucking hot." Santana hissed as Quinn's nails gently scrapped along her her shirt.
"How wet are you for me baby?" Quinn groaned as she felt Santana's lips sucking on her ear lobe.
"Soaked baby I'm dripping wet for you." The brunette lifted the blonde off the ground and sat her on the desk spreading her legs as she stepped in between them.
"Who are you wet for?" Santana's hands running down the front of Quinn's Cheer-leading top stopping at the hem. She looked up and Quinn gave a frantic nod.
"I'm wet for you babe only you." Quinn let out a gasp as she felt a pair lips on her breast. "Oh god Santana." The brunette smirked as she flicked her tongue at the rock hard nipple while her other hand rolled the nub between her fingers. Santana's mouth left her nipple and traveled upwards until she was sucking on the blondes neck. "Oh fuck." She hissed feeling fingers delicately tracing her folds through her spanks.
"Mm Babe I can feel your wetness through your underwear. lift your butt up." Quinn did as ordered and raised her butt off the desk. With one swift motion Santana yanked down the spanks along with the now ruined panties. "God you smell delicious. I can't wait to taste you." After hearing this Quinn grabbed the back of Santana's head and crashed their lips together. Both girls moaned and immediately began battling for dominance with their tongues. biting, sucking and nipping at each others lips made them even more crazy as Quinn's hands traveled along the long chestnut hair while Santana held her in place with one hand and was slowly teasing the blonde's entrance with the other.
"San I-I."
"What do you need baby?" Santana asked as she slowly dipped a finger into Quinn. "Tell me what you need."
"I need you inside me please. Inside." Slowly Santana pushed her fingers inside of Quinn who moaned and threw her head back. "Oh fuck. Oh san, fuck" The latina pulled out and added a second finger making the blonde moan louder.
"Fuck your so tight. You like that baby You like the way I fuck you with my fingers." Quinn moaned as she bucked her hips making Santana's fingers go in deeper. "That's right baby fuck my fingers ride them baby."
"Oh fuck Santana." Quinn moaned as she threw her head back arching her back slightly so she could get more pressure where she needed it. "OH FUCK." Looking down she saw that Santana was now knealing down on the floor with her head between her legs. "Right there... Oh shit there... Mhm yeah, yeah mm, oh god." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she panted and gasped for air.
"So sweet. So addicting." Santana mumbled before she flicked her tongue on the blonde's clit. "Cum for me baby I want to taste all of you."
"Shit S I-I'm... Oh fuck your so good. I'm about oh SAN."
"QUINN." The blonde quickly shook her head as she turned to look at a concerned Rachel standing next to her. "What the hell I've been calling your name for the longest."
"You have?" Quinn asked looking around the now empty room. "Where's everyone?"
"Classes ended Quinn." Feeling a dampness in her spanks Quinn shot out of her chair and ran out the room leaving a confused but amused Rachel behind.
"That girl's got it bad." Quickly looking around she grabbed her cell phone and sent a quick message.
Thinking Of You - R
Doddo- B
Rachel couldn't help but smile at her girlfriends message. Giving it one last glance she carefully tucked her phone back into her shirt and walked out of the class. She was halfway to her locker when a tal blonde woman stopped right in front of her with a bullhorn in one hand and a scowl on her face. Rachel gulped as she started at the tall tracksuit dressed woman who kept glaring at her.
"My Office Now."