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Shelby Loves Quinn
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Quinn looked up and locked eyes with the beautiful brunette woman across the classic R&B records rack. Her black dress was tight and hugged all her curves, and she was very curvy. When the woman smiled, Quinn looked down, embarrassed, and pretended to go back to browsing.
She still wasn’t used to noticing when women caught her staring.
“It’s nice to see a girl your age appreciates music like this,” the woman said.
Oh, her voice was rich like dark chocolate and made Quinn’s pussy tingle. She tried to ignore it and succeeded enough to speak. “I love Motown,” she said, practically squeaked. She was so embarrassed!
“My name’s Shelby,” the woman said.
“Quinn,” she managed.
“Hi, Quinn. It’s very nice to meet you.”
Quinn looked up from the rack again and tried to smile. “Nice to meet you, too.”
Shelby could see Quinn was embarrassed for some reason. She hoped she knew why.
Quinn wore a high school cheerleading uniform reading WMHS over her breasts, Carmel’s rival, McKinley. The uniform fit her just right, which is to say that the skirt was barely long enough, revealing strong, beautiful thighs, and the top perfectly conformed to the shape of her tits.
If Shelby were a teenage boy, she’d probably go near Quinn and pretend to drop something so Quinn would bend over and reveal her panties.
But, Shelby could do more than that, she hoped. She knew she had to have her if she possibly could.
She never tried to convince girls who didn’t want into her bed but certainly took every open door. She was what one might call a cougar. Others might call her a predatory lesbian, but she preferred to think of herself as on the prowl instead of stalking her prey.
Maybe it was semantics, but the girls she bedded always seemed eager once they knew what Shelby wanted. And, Shelby always made that clear once she laid the groundwork and knew the girl was…available.
They were never as young as Quinn, usually on break from college, but she already knew she wouldn’t be able to resist this beauty.
“You look like you’re looking for something. Mind if I ask what it is?”
“Um…” Quinn hesitated. She didn’t know this woman and didn’t know how much she should say, but she was nice…and pretty…so she decided on a little bit of truth. “I’m…in glee club at school, and I’m looking for something to sing. I…need to let out some anger.”
Shelby raised her eyebrow a little. “Really? You don’t look angry.”
“That’s what everyone says…but, believe me. I’m furious!” Quinn growled. Her control was slipping, and she knew it. She was losing her will to regain it, though. She was just so tired.
“Well, it just so happens that I’m an expert at finding music to fit emotions. I’m the coach of Vocal Adrenaline at Carmel.”
“Really?” Quinn said. She wasn’t sure what to think. “Um...I’m from McKinley, and—
“I can see from your uniform.”
Quinn looked down. “Oh, yeah. Um, I’m not sure I’m supposed to trust you.” She chuckled because even just a couple of months earlier, she wouldn’t have cared a lick what Rachel Berry or any of the other members of New Directions thought she should do.
Shelby chuckled, too. “Yes, well, we do have a certain reputation. But…it’s really not true. Our lead, Jesse St. James…you may have heard of him? He…kind of cultivates that reputation, but I try to reel him in. We’re competitive, and successful, but we’re not ruthless and cruel.”
Quinn knew she shouldn’t, but she trusted Shelby. Plus, her voice went right to her pussy. So, she smiled.
“And,“ Shelby continued. “I know we also have a reputation for being robotic in our performances? But, the secret is there’s a difference between being precise and being robotic. The emotion always comes through. So, you see, I can help you with your quest. In fact, I have just the thing.”
Shelby moved around the rack, browsing for what she was looking for until she stood next to Quinn, coincidentally finding exactly what she was looking for right where Quinn stood. “Ah! Here it is. It’s not strictly Motown, but it’s definitely got some anger potential.”
She pulled out a James Brown album and pointed to “It’s a Man’s Man’s Man’s World.” She smiled at Quinn. “I don’t know what’s bothering you, but I bet it’s got something to do with a boy. Am I right?”
Quinn had lost her embarrassment, though not her tingling because now Shelby stood very close to her, her very nice boobs practically in her face. “Yeah….you could say that.”
“You want to tell me about it?” Shelby asked.
“Well, um…you’ll probably think not very good things about me if I do,” Quinn said.
“Oh, honey. We all make mistakes…I won’t think less of you. I’ve made my share.” She paused, softening her expression with a small smile. “How about this? We’ll buy this record and I’ll take you to my house, and we can talk about it. I’ll tell you about my biggest mistake, and you can tell me about yours.” She was reeling her in or at least trying to hook her. She could see Quinn’s fidgeting, signaling her budding arousal and willingness, even if she wasn’t quite conscious of it yet.
Shelby did intend to listen to the pretty young thing because she had compassion. But, her solution to the problem might surprise Quinn.
“Um…okay,” Quinn said. She needed to talk to someone, and, besides, there was that damn tingling that she wanted more of.
Quinn hadn’t slept with anyone since Puck, and he’d been her one and only time. It had awakened a few things in Quinn. Her desire to never sleep with another boy or man was one. But, she also realized something else.
She realized she didn’t want to push down her attraction to girls and women anymore. She knew she stared at naked cheerleaders and Rachel’s butt. But, she had always tamped down her desire.
No more. But, she was still trying to figure out how to be a lesbian. It just hadn’t been part of her plans, but now she couldn’t deny it anymore. She just didn’t know how to be her real self yet, out in the open.
And, now she had to deal with other consequences of sleeping with Puck.
It was a lot to adjust to.
She followed Shelby in her own car and rode the elevator with her to her apartment. During the ride up, Shelby stood very close to her, their little fingers brushing, and Quinn’s tingling grew almost unbearable. She thought she may do something stupid like grab Shelby’s ass or something, but she didn’t.
She calmed herself enough to follow Shelby into her apartment.
“Would you like a drink? Coffee? Juice?”
“Do you have, um, orange juice?” Quinn asked.
“Sure,” Shelby replied. “Have a seat in the kitchen.”
If Shelby wondered why a teenager would want orange juice, she didn’t let on.
Shelby poured juice for Quinn and herself and set Quinn’s in front of her at the table.
“So,” Shelby said, sitting down. “Tell me all about your troubles.”
“Well, uh…” Quinn wanted to let it all out, but she was still a little afraid that Shelby would think she was a stupid girl who should have known better. She wouldn’t blame her. Or, she might pity her, which might be worse.
“Would it help if I told you my biggest mistake first?” Shelby asked.
Quinn looked up and took the chance at the delay. She wasn’t sure it would help, but she took it anyway.
“Yeah, if it’s okay.” She took a sip of juice.
“Sure,” Shelby said. She took a deep breath. She hadn’t told the story much, but she had told it. She had come to terms with it, but it was still a loose end in her life. She took a big gulp to quell the hurt she stil felt. “You see,” she started, “back when I was in college, about…oh, about 16 years ago, I met these two men. They were a couple, and they wanted a child. Obviously, they needed some help.”
Quinn gasped. She could see where this was going, in general, and suddenly she realized it sounded familiar, too. Right away, it struck her like a slap to the back of her head, but instead of jumping to conclusions, she waited for Shelby to finish.
“What is it?” Shelby asked.
“Oh…nothing. Go on,” Quinn said.
“Okay,” Shelby said. “So, anyway, Leroy and Hiram—that’s the couple—they were looking for someone to carry a child for them, and when we met in the mall that day, we hit it off. I…volunteered almost as soon as they told me what they wanted. They didn’t ask.”
Quinn smiled. “That doesn’t sound too bad…except being pregnant is scary.” She would know.
“Oh, yeah, no that wasn’t the mistake. It was a little inconvenient to do the insemination and hard to be pregnant, but they were so good and so nice and helpful. And, they did pay me, actually, which helped me finish college.” She paused again. “No, the hard part was that I got attached to the little baby growing inside me.” She looked straight at Quinn and screwed up her courage to finish the emotional part. “We had signed a legal agreement that said I couldn’t see Rachel until she turned 18.”
Shelby smiled a wistful smile, and Quinn gasped again.
Shelby trained her gaze at Quinn, concerned. “What is it?”
“Was her name…Rachel Berry?” Quinn asked.
“Uh…yes. How do you know?” Shelby answered. She leaned forward, her heartbeat racing. It was a small town, but it had been so long since she’d seen Hiram and Leroy. They couldn’t be around, could they?
“Um…she goes to McKinley. She talks a lot about her ‘two gay dads.’ She’s in the glee club,” Quinn said, using air quotes around two gay dads. She wasn’t sure she should tell her, but she’d given herself away. She doubted Shelby would let it go, so she decided on honesty.
“Really? Well, shit,” Shelby leaned back in her chair.
“Yeah…um, I know you said you couldn’t see her, but…” she paused and went for it. “Do you want me to tell her I met you?”
Shelby considered it for a few long seconds and decided to think about it for a while. She shook her head. “No…not yet. It’s…quite a shock for me, and it would be earth shattering to her, I’m sure. Let me think about it, okay?”
Truthfully, even though the wound at healed over mostly, this had shaken Shelby’s foundation a little, and she couldn’t imagine what it would do to Rachel. But, she also didn’t know if she could resist contacting her now she had the chance. But, she could wait. She had at least a little while to make it happen.
She shook it off. “Well, now. That changed our mood, didn’t it?” She chuckled. “So…you were going to tell me why you’re so angry.”
“Yeah,” Quinn said. She gulped her juice, drinking half of it. Oddly, the revelations, to both of them, had kind of made Quinn more comfortable. “Well, you see, it’s actually pretty similar, except I don’t have a baby…yet.”
“Really? Are you saying…” Oh, god, Shelby thought. This girl is pregnant, and now I’m even wetter for her. Again, she collected herself because, no matter what she sensed from Quinn, she had to wait for Quinn to come to her.
“Yeah…I’m pregnant. But, it’s completely by accident. I…slept with this guy at school, and he said he had protection and he didn’t. And, I was drunk…” She trailed off and finished off her juice.
“Oh, honey,” Shelby said, compassion welling up but also heat. A pregnant teenager was, just, perversely sexy, and this particular one was smoking hot. She didn’t show at all, but now Shelby felt the intangible aura of childbearing around Quinn. Her libido was raging, but still she had to be careful, for both their sakes.
“Yeah...” Quinn lowered her head. “You must think I’m really stupid or pitiful.”
“No!” Shelby practically shouted. No matter what, she didn’t want Quinn to think she thought less of her, even if she wasn’t ready to lay all her cards on the table, so to speak.
Quinn looked up at her, puzzled.
“Honey, I told you. We all make mistakes, and I told you mine. It was pretty stupid of me to agree to not see Rachel when I knew I’d probably fall in love with a baby I carried for nine months, wasn’t it? See? People make mistakes,” Shelby said.
“Yeah, I guess,” Quinn said, then thought of Puck. “And, Puck—that’s the boy—he was even stupider. He was such an idiot! That’s why I’m angry…that, and it happened my first time.”
“I understand completely,” Shelby answered. “Hey, do you want to listen to your record? You’ll see what I mean about the anger thing.”
“Um, sure,” Quinn said.
They got up, and Quinn followed Shelby to the living room where Shelby’s turntable was. She wasn’t so distracted by the mood she didn’t notice Shelby’s ass.
Quinn went to the bags piled on the couch to pull out the record and give it to Shelby.
Shelby started the record on the song she wanted Quinn to hear, turned and leaned against the cabinet where the turntable lay.
She watched Quinn.
She watched Quinn’s expression shift from a little pleasant surprise, to concentration, and, as the strains of James Brown’s voice grew in intensity, she saw how Quinn felt it.
As James Brown’s controlled passion reached its climax, a passion felt by Quinn as fury, interpreting the lyrics in a more ironic way, she sat down unconsciously.
As Shelby watched her fury grow, her pussy grew wetter. Quinn was spectacularly beautiful and sexy. She rushed to sit down next to Quinn and be ready for whatever was next.
“I’m just so angry,” Quinn said.
“I know, baby,” Shelby said, placing her hand on Quinn’s back and rubbing lightly. She had to bite back the moan because Quinn’s back was so muscular and soft. But, it wasn’t quite time.
Quinn was almost but not quite ready.
Quinn sobbed, and Shelby scooted closer, lowering her hand to her waist, then wrapped her arm around to place her hand on Quinn’s stomach. It could pass for soothing, and if Quinn still wasn’t ready, Shelby would let it go as that.
Quinn gasped a little but did push her away, simply sobbed a little more. She was overcome, Shelby could tell, and she really did want to make her feel better.
She just hoped Quinn would give in to a more…physical way of letting Shelby help her.
Shelby scooted even closer until Quinn’s back was pressed flush to Shelby’s breasts, which she knew Quinn could feel.
Quinn’s fury and sobs were turning to arousal. Some idiots might think it was hormones, the shifts in mood Quinn was experiencing, but no. Quinn was already ready for sex with a woman and found Shelby ridiculously attractive. The emotion simply heightened it.
She hadn’t been sure of Shelby’s intentions, but now the heat was rising in the room. Quinn’s breathing was turning into slight panting.
The air was electric.
Suddenly, before Shelby was aware of Quinn’s heightened arousal, she turned, put her hands on both sides of Shelby’s neck, and kissed her hard, pushing her tongue in her mouth.
Their kiss carried more passion than Shelby had felt in a long time, her hands roaming, reaching under Quinn’s cheerleading skirt, grabbing her ass, Quinn mostly focused on squeezing, massaging, just feeling Shelby’s tits. Inside their mouths, they explored teeth, tongues, finishing with Quinn swiping at the roof of Shelby’s mouth.
“Fuck me,” Quinn breathed. “Take me to your bedroom and fuck me.”
Shelby kissed her again, hard. “How old are you, Quinn?”
“Fifteen,” Quinn answered, breathless. The air crackled almost literally with all the lurid details in the open.
“Fuck,” Shelby said, “Come with me.”
She dragged Quinn to her bedroom, backing in so she could continue to make out with Quinn and her pretty mouth. Oh, Quinn was such a good kisser!
Finally, Shelby’s legs hit her bed and she sat, bringing Quinn with her to straddle her. Shelby reached for the zipper of Quinn’s top. “I need you naked,” Shelby whispered.
Quinn helped pull her top off, then without pausing, pulled off her sports bra to reveal her tits, which bounced a little.
“Oh my.” Shelby stopped, with her hands on Quinn’s now bare back, feeling the muscle and staring at the wonder of Quinn. She couldn’t wait to get at her pussy, but—
“God, you’re gorgeous.” She couldn’t help but be reverent.
Quinn liked the adoration, and, frankly, she realized what was happening. Well, she didn’t know quite what was happening, but she knew something was.
Her pussy was still throbbing, but her heart was starting to ache a little, too, as she watched Shelby stare and then, as if she might break Quinn, raise her hand to Quinn’s breast and cover it with her palm.
It wasn’t like this with Puck.
Quinn’s breasts were perfect little round mounds with a small light brown areola on each and nipples that were perfect for small bites. And, Shelby couldn’t resist. With her hand still on one breast, she lightly tugged on the other nipple with her teeth.
They both moaned.
“Shelby,” Quinn said. She began to grind her crotch onto Shelby’s lap, finding just a little friction. She was emotionally overcome by Shelby’s reaction to her body, but it was also turning her on, making her horny. “Shelby…I need us to be naked. I need you to fuck me.”
She climbed off Shelby’s lap and stood. Shelby, leaning back on her hands, still only watched Quinn as she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Then, she continued watching and staring as Quinn dragged her wet panties over her ass, noticing her pubic mound was not shaved but closely trimmed, and watched as Quinn dragged the thong down her long legs till they landed on the floor with her skirt.
She removed her sneakers but kept her little white socks on.
Quinn wanted to be frustrated that Shelby wasn’t getting undressed, but she got lost in her eyes as they watched her, blown with arousal. Quinn was naked, though, and she knew what to do.
She sat next to Shelby, placed her hand on her neck and kissed her. She found the zipper on the back of her dress with her other hand and pulled it down, dragging her hand from Shelby’s neck to her boobs. Their mouths seemed fused together, they couldn’t kiss deeply enough.
“Stand up, and take this damn dress off,” Quinn finally said. “I need you, Shelby.”
Finally, Shelby stood and pulled the dress over all her curves, and Quinn took her turn to stare. Shelby had to be at least 40, but that didn’t matter one bit to Quinn. Shelby was gorgeous. Her ass, her boobs, her beautiful skin, full, black hair. As Shelby pulled off her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed but full bush, Quinn groaned.
“Fuck,” Quinn uttered. She reached out for Shelby and pulled her close, burying her nose in Shelby’s bush and inhaling. Then, she planted a kiss there, then higher to her toned but not too muscular stomach. She stood, taking time to fully appreciate Shelby’s tits with her mouth, then finally going back to kissing her, hard and deep.
Shelby was a little astonished at both Quinn’s beauty and her skills as a lover. “How do you know how to make a woman feel so good?” she whispered when Quinn began sucking on her neck, kneading one of her breasts.
“Reading and porn,” Quinn said. “And natural ability.” Quinn knew she had it. She didn’t need to be shy about it.
“Oh, my god,” Shelby gasped and, finally, finally, had to have Quinn. She pushed her down on the bed, gently but firmly, and began to devour Quinn’s body.
Shelby hovered over her, tits brushing every part of Quinn’s body following her mouth. She started at Quinn’s legs, licking and kissing those toned calves and creamy thighs, touching them just to touch. She moved to her hips, those hips she knew were strong enough for carrying the child she bore.
The thought made her own pussy twitch.
She sucked on the fleshy part of her hip and then licked a trail to the crease of Quinn’s mound. Quinn whined, but Shelby didn’t give her what she wanted.
She was worshipping Quinn’s body, and she wasn’t done. She repeated the path on the other hip. Then, she went at Quinn’s abs like a possessed woman, running her tongue over Quinn’s bellybutton, sucking the beautiful skin around it, then, licking a stripe between Quinn’s breasts. She wanted to turn her over and give her ass and beautiful back the same treatment, but she just couldn’t wait any longer.
She kissed Quinn, who’d been in a daze with the overwhelming sensations Shelby was giving her, but she roused herself enough to respond. Then, she felt Shelby’s hand on her pussy. “Rub it.”
Shelby obeyed and rubbed her pussy, pulling her clit from its cover and then pressing and rubbing it hard.
“Fuck!” Quinn shouted.
Shelby ran her fingers between Quinn’s wet pussy lips, sliding them up and down, collecting the juices Quinn was producing like a river. It was glorious, feeling the wetness of Quinn’s pussy and the wetness of her tongue in Shelby’s mouth.
Shelby wrenched her mouth away and whispered in Quinn’s ear. “Can I go inside. How many fingers can I put in your pussy?”
“Yes…whatever you want,” Quinn answered, desperate by this point.
Quinn’s hands weren’t idle, They stayed on Shelby’s boobs like a gravitational pull, kneading and pinching. Then, as Shelby pushed two fingers inside, Quinn pulled one of Shelby’s tits into her mouth.
They both moaned at the sensations. Quinn’s hot mouth on Shelby’s boob and her hot pussy squeezing her fingers.
The stretch of Shelby’s fingers was already better than Puck ever was. She pulled inside of her pussy walls and stretched and scissored her fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Quinn breathed.
Then, Shelby dragged again on her walls, so she could feel it against her mound and, then, hit a spongy spot inside her Quinn only dreamed someone would touch.
“Fuck!!!!” she screamed, squeezing Shelby’s breast in her hand. “Fuck me!!!”
Shelby knew what she’d found because she was looking for it, and she did what Quinn wanted, rubbing hard and fast on the spot. It was hot, wet, and spongy. Shelby’s own pussy gushed at the silky feeling, and fucked Quinn until she shuddered and squeezed even harder on her fingers, gushing from her pussy until it pooled on the bed.
“Oh my god,” Quinn panted. “I knew it was going to be good, but wow.”
Shelby looked down at Quinn’s blissed face, slowing her fingers but continuing to rub Quinn’s pussy walls, eventually pulling out to lazily caress her slit.
Quinn looked like a girl and a woman at the same time. Shelby was enchanted, and that spark was turning to something more, something real and lasting.
But, there was still time for that.
Shelby wasn’t in a hurry to get there, and she wasn’t in a hurry for Quinn to return the favor, so to speak. She was content to hold Quinn in her arms. She shifted to spoon Quinn, pressing her naked breasts and pelvis to Quinn’s back and bare butt, wrapping an arm around her to rest a hand on her stomach. She brushed her calf along Quinn’s and her fingers over Quinn’s stomach, thinking about what was growing inside her.
Quinn placed her hands over Shelby’s right over her navel.
“Have you been to the doctor yet?” Shelby asked.
Somehow, this wasn’t the wrong time to ask. The weight of it and the fact that they were naked in each other’s arms wasn’t lost on either of them, but it just felt okay.
“No,” Quinn answered and squeezed Shelby’s hand.
“Are your parents going to take you?” she asked.
“They don’t know, yet,” Quinn replied.
Shelby heard no sadness in Quinn’s answer but pulled her even tighter against her body anyway.
She thought it was sad.
“I’ll take you if you want,” Shelby said.
Quinn turned until she was on her back, looking up at Shelby. “You will?”
“Of course, sweetie.” Shelby smiled and kissed her lips.
This was intimate and probably too complicated, but, somehow, they were already coming to an unspoken and still vague agreement that they were in this together.
They resumed their spooning position and fell asleep.
A few hours later, Shelby woke up and started kissing the back of Quinn’s neck.
She didn’t want to wake Quinn, yet, so she kept them light, but Shelby was in heaven. She lifted herself on her elbow and looked down at the beautiful girl. A lump appeared in her throat.
She already felt something strong for this girl, and she sensed Quinn returned it. She didn’t know how, but she knew Quinn wasn’t doing this with her for the help. She was vulnerable but strong, Shelby could tell. She could handle this on her own, and she would if she had to.
But, Shelby didn’t want that. She already didn’t want Quinn to go home. She knew she’d have to, but Shelby wanted to enjoy her as long as she could and then have her in her arms again as much as possible.
And, she was going to make sure that as Quinn’s baby grew inside her that they were both healthy and Quinn was happy.
As she stroked her pretty blonde hair, Quinn stirred and turned on her back. “Hi,” she breathed. There was the little girl part of Quinn, innocent and tired.
“Hi, baby,” Shelby said, cupping her cheek.
The way Shelby looked her, Quinn felt the connection again. She knew this wasn’t the last time she’d be here in Shelby’s bed, in her arms.
Quinn mirrored Shelby and cupped her cheek. They kissed, sweetly at first. Then, Quinn remembered the orgasm she’d had and that she hadn’t gotten to really touch Shelby. As her pussy began to tingle and grow moist again, she increased the passion of her kiss.
“I need to touch you,” Quinn said. “I need to eat your pussy.”
And, just like that, the vulnerable, innocent girl was gone, and Quinn was all woman, all gorgeous, sexy, confident woman.
Shelby was bowled over, both figuratively and literally.
Quinn pushed her on her back and left heated kisses all over her body in a path to her pussy.
Quinn enjoyed all that bare skin, but she had a destination in mind. Shelby’s stomach was delicious, but her pussy had to be divine.
It was.
Quinn stopped just long enough to bury her nose in the tuft of hair at Shelby’s pubic mound but then took her first long lick of her slit. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she emitted a guttural moan so primal and sexy that Shelby almost came right then.
“God, you taste good,” Quinn cooed, nuzzling her nose on Shelby’s clit.
She kissed one of Shelby’s toned thighs, then the other. Then, she dived in to Shelby’s pussy lips. She licked all around her hole, brushing her tongue on Shelby’s clit on each round of her tongue. Then, she burrowed her tongue inside to taste Shelby’s juices and see how far inside her pussy she could get for the full flavor.
Quinn felt like she could get lost between Shelby’s thighs, and Shelby did her part to reinforce the feeling, pulling her thighs together until they pressed against Quinn’s ears.
If Quinn had any doubts, the blended surge of sensation, Shelby’s taste, scent, the feel of her soft thighs on her face…Quinn was as gay as God made them.
And, if Quinn ever had sex with anyone else, something she wasn’t sure she wanted to even contemplate, Shelby Corcoran would be the standard by which she measured all other women.
Shelby’s pussy lips were swollen and pink and wet, and Quinn couldn’t get enough. She wanted Shelby to come, but she wasn’t in a hurry. She was confident she could make that happen.
But, right now, she needed to get in that pussy. She pushed herself up on one hand so she could look at Shelby while she pushed two fingers in her warm pussy.
Shelby, make no mistake, was ecstatic. It was as if Quinn had been doing this for ages, but she knew she hadn’t. Quinn’s mouth was miraculous, and her fingers worked magic. She knew Quinn wasn’t trying to make her come, but she was on the edge already.
When Quinn penetrated her with two fingers and immediately found her g-spot, she spasmed and came. She squeezed Quinn’s fingers and lifted her ass off the bed bucking and squeezing.
“Fuck,” Quinn breathed at the reaction she got from Shelby at finding her g-spot. She rubbed and rubbed on that spot, fucking Shelby for all she was worth. Her heart pounded with pride and horniness at Shelby’s bodily response to her fingers and mouth.
It turned her on beyond belief. Without no effort at all, she was making Shelby come. She worked inside her pussy, reveling in the heat and wet, but concentrating on getting that reaction again.
She did it three more times before Shelby said, “Stop, stop, stop. I can’t anymore.” She was heaving big breaths. “Come up here.”
Quinn scrambled to kiss Shelby, draping her body on top of Shelby’s, pressing their breasts, stomachs and pelvises together in a heated embrace. Their skin was coated in sweat, and their pussy juices were mingling. They fused their mouths together again in a kiss that made their stomachs flip.
“My god, you’re amazing,” Shelby said between kisses. She squeezed Quinn’s ass, kneading and pulling her butt cheeks apart before pushing them together. Everything about Quinn’s body was like a dream.
Their passion simmered and crackled, but neither one could take another round, so eventually they settled to lazy kisses, Quinn still nestled on top of Shelby, with her thigh pushed deliciously against Shelby’s pussy.
“Can we take a shower together,” Quinn asked.
“God, yes.” Shelby wanted to get clean, but the image of a soaped-up Quinn Fabray almost, almost got her going again.
They washed each other but refrained from getting too sexual. Shelby lent Quinn a robe, and they settled on Shelby’s couch, this time, in something of a role reversal that they both silently realized might be a pattern, Shelby lay between Quinn’s legs with Quinn’s arms over her shoulders from behind, intermittently kissing her cheek.
“When do you have to be home?” Shelby asked. It was late afternoon, pushing dinner time.
“As long as I’m in the family pew on display at church tomorrow, my parents don’t care,” Quinn said. Again, there was no hint of sadness or bitterness. She’d accepted this part of her life for a long time. In fact, she didn’t really want it to be different. She could take care of herself.
But, Shelby didn’t like it. She wouldn’t push, but, as she had before, she pulled Quinn’s arms tighter around her body.
She would make the most of having Quinn near, though, and worry about that later.
“So, you can stay for dinner and…stuff, after?” Shelby turned and smirked.
“Are you asking me for a date?” Quinn asked.
It was the first overt hint at the taboo breaking romantic commitment they both knew seemed inevitable. Quinn figured Shelby could take it as teasing if it was too soon.
“I am,” Shelby answered, with a serious expression. It was bold, but Shelby wasn’t going to make Quinn guess what she wanted.
Quinn kissed her hard on the mouth. “I’d love that.”
They didn’t bother getting dressed. They were naked under their robes, but they didn’t care.
They cooked together, Shelby directing since it was her kitchen. She told Quinn what to do and where to get the ingredients and supplies.
It was comfortably domestic, and their mutual comfort continued as they talked. They talked more about getting Quinn to the doctor. Sue had finagled medical insurance for all her cheerleaders, and Quinn knew she’d be able to keep it long enough to have her baby at least.
The conversation moved to Rachel, and Quinn promised to tell Rachel whatever Shelby wanted, whenever she wanted. They talked until they sat down to dinner, and then Shelby raised her wine glass to Quinn’s glass of sparkling grape juice, conveniently on hand, and clinked them together.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Shelby said with the candlelight flickering on their faces.
“Me too,” Quinn said.
“Do you…do you mind telling me about your parents?” Shelby asked.
Quinn thought for a second. She didn’t really know how to give a satisfactory answer. She knew Shelby simply wanted to know if she was safe and taken care of. Quinn was touched by her concern, and she wanted to be honest.
“It’s not so bad,” Quinn said. She figured the impression she’d given seemed quite bad. “I do what I have to do, and stay out of their way. They’re rich, and so I have everything I need. So, there’s that.”
“What about when they find out about your pregnancy?” Shelby asked. She’d told Shelby about her insurance and how she didn’t have to worry about telling her parents right away, but clearly they’d find out eventually.
“They won’t like it…like, at all. I don’t know what’ll happen,” she said. “I just haven’t wanted to think about it yet.”
“Well, I’m sorry I made you think about it,” Shelby said, setting down her glass and laying her hand over Quinn’s on the table. Then, she stroked her cheek with her thumb.
“It’s okay. I need to, anyway.” Quinn closed her eyes at the gentle touch of this woman who was finding her way into her heart with preternatural ease.
“Well…like I told you, I’ll take you to the doctor, so you don’t have to worry about it right now. And, then, whatever you need, I’ll help you,” Shelby said, with a calm, resolute tone to her voice.
“You don’t have to,” Quinn said, and Shelby believed her.
“But I want to,” Shelby answered.
“Okay.” Quinn could sense her sincerity, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. They clearly trusted each other, and Quinn knew she’d have a chance to show her appreciation.
To be continued...
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