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Santana Lopez had just turned 22 in January. After four years of going to college non-stop, she had the entire summer off, and she was happy to be free. Her uncle had offered her the use of his beach house. He basically just wanted Santana to take care of it, since he wouldn't be using it, and he had forgotten to look for a paying tenant to rent it. Santana really lucked out since it was a charming home she had spent some time in as a child. It was full of good memories. Her cousins and her would spend summers there together, but when they all moved away, that all changed.
Santana had broken up with her girlfriend two weeks before she graduated. As with many couples, they had grown apart. They were probably only together because they had gotten too used to being together. It wasn't exactly a heartbreaking split, but she missed the companionship. In Santana's opinion, they made better friends than lovers anyway.
With all that on her mind, Santana set out to find a summer fling for some amazing rebound sex. It actually didn't have to be that amazing. Any kind of sex would do as long as it was with a woman. Santana liked to brag to her friends that she was, "dick-free since high school and proud of it!"
However, for the first few days Santana just wanted to be left alone. The beach was quiet and she liked how calming it was. She would stare out at the beach everyday while lying out on the terrace. In those first few days, she hadn't seen much of the neighbors. Most of the houses served the same purpose: owned by someone who only occasionally used it but made a shit-ton of money from renting them out.
After coming back from a grocery trip, Santana discovered a gorgeous looking blonde beauty knocking on the door of one of her neighbor's. She knew no one was home; in fact, no one had been there since she had moved in. Santana instantly thought that this girl was definitely summer fling material, but unfortunately her gaydar was telling her that she was straight.
"I don't think anyone lives there yet." The woman turned at Santana's words. Santana saw a smile come to her lips, but just as quickly disappear. Santana made a mental note of it.
"Oh, thanks. It's my sister's place. She was supposed to be here by now."
Santana returned to her task of unpacking the groceries from her car. The woman had turned to watch her. "If you'd like, you could come inside and wait with me. All this is fresh and organic, plus I have alcohol," Santana said, never taking her eyes off the car. She briefly considered how unusual it was inviting a total stranger over to her cozy beach house after only 1 interaction, but she was hot so…
The blonde was apparently thinking the same and said, "How do you know I'm not a psycho killer about to plunder this place of its valuables?" A smile grew on Santana's face. Santana did lesbian fight club on the weekends to get rid of the stress from college. Even if this girl was a psycho killer, Santana thought she could probably take her.
"Most killers and burglars don't operate in flip-flops and short-shorts." Santana joked.
The girl laughed at Santana's observation. "You're probably right. Do you need help?" She walked over.
She was a little taller than Santana, but no more than 3 inches. Her hair stretched to her mid back in loose blonde curls. She had legs that would put others to shame. Her stomach was flat, and peeking out from her small shirt that barely covered her chest Santana spotted some killer abs. All that went threw Santana's brain at that moment was, "YUM."
However, she restrained herself enough to say, "Thank you. Can you grab the food from the front? Please?"
"Planning a party?"
"No why?" They talked while walking towards the house.
"There's a lot of food here for just you." Santana always bought too much food because she had a tendency to be indecisive.
They went up the stairs together and placed the food on the table.
"I got extra just in case a psycho killer showed up next door. I'm Santana by the way." She put her hand out. Her guest took it with a firm grip. Santana's brain filled with more dirty images, such as, "Wow those fingers would be nice…"
Now that she was standing closer, Santana noticed just how blue her eyes were. "I'm Brittany."
Santana wasn't sure how to talk to this girl Brittany. Her normal tactics worked well with gays girls in bars, but this was literally the girl next door. She needed to be cautious.
"Is this place yours, Santana?"
"No, it's actually my uncle's. You said the house next door was your sister's?" Santana tried carefully to steer the conversation away from herself.
"Yeah she's supposed to come drop off the key. My sister's husband's family just bought it for them as a wedding present. They're off on their honeymoon and can't use it yet. So they asked me to be here for the summer and get things ready for them." She smelled so good, even in the midst of the ocean breeze Santana could smell only her.
"Well I guess we will be summer neighbors then."
Dinner was relatively quiet because Santana couldn't stop staring at the beautiful view in front of her, and the beach was beautiful too. Just as they were finishing their food, Santana offered Brittany some dessert but Brittany's phone started to ring.
"Hello? Yeah I'm next door. Oh okay I'll be right there." She hung up. "My sister is here, if you want, I'll come right back to help you clean up."
"Don't worry about it's fine. I'll see you around, Brittany." Santana needed to get some distance between them. She was enamored with this girl and it was making it hard for her to think clearly. She hadn't had sex in weeks; her and her ex hadn't even done anything remotely sexual for about two months before it ended. Brittany seemed actually sad at this refusal.
"Ok, then bye, I guess. Maybe I'll pay for dinner next time?" She walked away leaving Santana as confused as ever. Maybe she needed to update the software on her gaydar.
Over the next few days Santana developed a specific routine: a morning run, midday swim, nap time, nighttime reading, and bubble baths before bed. Another part of this routine was that Brittany would join Santana for dinner on most days; as they both enjoyed the company.
After two weeks, they both had only ever really interacted with each other. Santana had learnt a lot about Brittany during those nightly dinners. She had figured out that they were the same age, but Brittany was almost done getting her Ph.D. at UCLA; so a genius basically. The only thing still lingering in Santana's mind was that she hadn't mentioned that she was gay. She was really enjoying the company, and didn't know if Brittany would run away if gayness were mentioned. Eventually Santana decided it was time for a beach party to test if Brittany's attitude toward her was different than her attitude toward others. Was she being flirty on purpose, or was she just like that all the time?
The problem Santana faced in her party plan was that she would make Brittany feel out of place. Most of the friends she had invited were lesbians. When the party finally happened, Santana actually found it funny to watch when they all would hit on Brittany. She was a big hit at the party, and she handled it well despite the constant blush and deer-in-headlights look that never left her face. These only reaffirmed Santana's initial suspicions of Brittany's heterosexuality.
After about 20 minutes of letting her squirm and looking to Santana to come rescue her, Santana walked over and took her away from the party.
"Sorry. I forgot to mention that my friends are lesbians," she said with a half-laugh. They walked (still holding hands) to the water's edge on the beach and then Brittany did something Santana did not expect. She punched Santana right on the arm. She had some oomph for a girl normally so playful.
"Really! You're kidding!" She said with humorous indignation. "I thought I was going to get eaten alive."
"Okay. It wasn't that bad." Santana tried to be serious but Brittany flashed an infectious smile.
"I got asked out like 7 times."
"I'm sorry, I thought they'd get the hint eventually. Either that or they'd think you were with me..." Santana put my head down and mumbled that last part, feeling embarrassed for her behavior.
"What are you sorry for? Putting me into an awkward situation or thinking that they'd think I was with you?" Brittany got closer to Santana. Santana was trying to look at the beach, but she could feel Brittany brush against her shoulder.
"Both? I should have told you ahead of time, but I was afraid you might not come. Maybe that would have been better, you obviously weren't having any fun in there."
"It would have been fun if you had been by my side. If we go back, can you stay close and keep your friends from eating me alive?" Brittany wrapped her arm through Santana's left with her head on her shoulder.
"Okay, let's go back. I'll keep the ravenous lesbians away from you." They both laughed, but Santana was still unsure of what this all meant.
When they got back inside, the party was still in full swing. Santana got some beers for them both and they sat on the terrace, still part of the party but in a much more quiet spot. The party went on until about 3:00 in the morning. A couple of friends passed out on Santana's couch and in the guest room while she walked Brittany home.
"Thanks for protecting me and for a good time," she said before giving Santana a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Santana hadn't expected that, but it felt nice.
The next morning, everyone was gone by noon. Santana did away with her routine and just spent the morning watching some people run or swim by the house.
Since Santana had spent the whole night either with Brittany or spying on her, she hadn't gotten to meet any of the local people and friends of friends that had come over. There was one girl that Santana had almost had a conversation with. Her name was Tina. She came up to Santana when Brittany had gone to the bathroom, possibly waiting for that moment to strike. It was less than a minute, but when Brittany came back, she grabbed possessively onto Santana's hand, and Tina took notice. She ended up just walking away.
Thinking back on this made Santana want to see Brittany and apologize for the awkwardness of the party again. So she headed over to Brittany's house. In the 2 weeks they had known each other, Brittany was typically the one to come over to Santana's place when they'd hang out, so Santana had yet to see the inside of Brittany's place. She knocked on the door around sunset and waited, it was a big house and she could've been anywhere inside.
"Hey come in," Brittany said upon answering.
"Thanks, I just wanted to see how you were doing after the party. I know we drank a lot… well I just … wanted to apologize again."
"It's okay, really. But, I wanted to ask you something last night, and if you don't want to answer I understand. Uh…" She led Santana into the living room and they sat on the couch. She had been watching a movie. She was blushing hard again so Santana just answered what she figured was coming from a nervous straight girl.
"Yes, I'm a lesbian, and I promise not to hit on you. So you can relax."
"Santana, wait, I…" a look of surprise was all over her face.
Santana interrupted and continued her blunt confession. "All straight girls get nervous when they find out a friend they've been spending a lot of time with is a lesbian. It's entirely normal, and I'm not offended. I've just done this song and dance before, so many times. Was I wrong?"
"Yes!" Santana took a prolonged gulp. "Santana, I wouldn't mind if you hit on me."
Santana turned to look into Brittany's eyes, but Brittany turned her head away too fast for Santana to read her emotions.
"That doesn't fit with what your body language said last night when my friends were all over you."
"I said YOU; not them."
Was this really happening? Santana looked right at her, but Brittany had turned her attention back the movie. Santana needed some clarification. She didn't want to be another straight girl's experiment. She came to the beach for a rebound one-night stand, but being a curious girl's first lesbian experience was a whole other thing. "Brittany, I am going to leave at the end of the summer and so will you. Is that why you're so cool with this? Think you can just indulge the lonely lesbian and then just never see her again."
"No, I'm cool with it because that's just who I am. I think you're fun, and even when we go our separate ways I think we could be great friends." She was finally looking at Santana. "And flirting is fun."
"Fun for you maybe."
They hung out for a bit watching some awful movies. Every once and a while, Santana noticed Brittany not watching the movie, but instead staring at her lips. Santana had noticed this occurrence a few times before whenever they ate together. She thought briefly that it was a sign Brittany wanted to kiss her, and maybe was attracted to her, but was nervous about it. Regardless, it was nice to have no more secrets between them.
Santana went home eventually, claiming she was tired. The real reason however was that a really sexy movie had come on, and it just made her think about Brittany naked. She was just really hot and everything she did was a turn on for Santana. Santana needed to get out of there because she was not about to start on the wrong foot by accidentally falling for the straight girl she would never see again.
That's why once she was home she made a decision and called an old friend (it was a fuck-buddy). No-strings-attached sex to get her mind off the straight girl next door was the only thing she could think of to clear her mind. Unfortunately for Santana, she didn't really remember much of the encounter. Normally, she loved casual sex, but this time she had to turn off her brain. Santana pretty much consumed all the alcohol leftover from the party herself because she kept thinking about Brittany. So basically it was a big sexy blur involving all 3 bedrooms, the couch, the kitchen, and the bathroom. The terrace saw some action too, and that might have been a bad idea considering the volume factor. Brittany probably heard them.
Santana's sex monster was put to rest, for the moment, but her heart felt empty. The girl was gone by dawn, not that Santana really cared or even noticed. She just left and Santana got ready for a morning swim. Considering how tired she was, the water would soothe the muscles.
When she got down to the beach she saw Brittany sitting on the sand in front of her house and she seemed to be watching her. Santana wondered how long she had been out there. Normally Brittany was a late sleeper. Santana never usually saw her until after 1:00.
"Hey neighbor," Santana yelled and waved casually.
"How are you awake and moving after such a wild night? I thought you were 'tired' last night? Liar."
"Oh shit." Santana said quietly to herself. With a heavy blush, Santana walked over to Brittany and said, "I'm always up this early. You are not. What's the deal?"
"Someone kept me up all night, want to guess who?" Santana couldn't tell if Brittany's anger was derived from sleeplessness or (she hoped) jealousy.
"Yeah …" Santana felt really guilty. "How about I make it up to you with breakfast? Then you can sleep all day if you want, with no interrupting neighbors." Santana tried to make a sad innocent pouty face.
"Fine." Brittany was looking away from Santana. "Are you going to gossip about your girlfriend?" She was not going to let the subject drop.
"She's not … um … it's just a … well …"
"Friend with benefits?" Her tone was obviously not happy; it reminded Santana of when your teacher gives you detention.
"More like all benefits, no friendship." Santana just couldn't stop digging herself deeper.
"I'm going to go shower and change and I'll meet you later for that breakfast debt."
"Brittany, if you don't want to go, then don't feel like you have to. I get it if my life choices make you uncomfortable."
"What? Where did that come from?" Her tone indicated her surprise.
"I can hear it in your voice. Look, I promise I didn't mean to keep you up last night, and I get it if you don't want to go be around me anymore, don't feel obligated." Santana moved to walk away, but Brittany grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
Her voice was no more than a whisper. "Why are you being this way? Don't be so defensive. I'm sorry I was snippy with you. Honestly, I was so pissed at you when I saw and heard you with her." She took a second to think. "… because … you had said you were tired, you like ditched me and lied about it."
"Brittany, you said me being gay didn't bother you. Has actually witnessing it changed your feelings?" Santana held both of Brittany's shoulder forcing Brittany to look at her. If this was the end of their friendship, it wouldn't be a first for Santana. She knew that these kinds of things came with consequences.
Brittany stayed stuck with her thoughts for a moment before something appearing to hit her: the truth. So she pulled away quickly, and gave a bullshit answer, "I just don't want you to lie to me! If you don't want to hang out then fine, but be honest with me." She was smiling, but it seemed forced.
"Ok, so I'll let you get ready and I'll meet you outside." Santana kissed her on the cheek and walked away.
They ate in mostly silence.
Santana thought about how some friends were going to be celebrating a birthday at a club in the city, and she knew she wanted to go, but that would mean she wouldn't be back to the house until probably Sunday. She thought of inviting Brittany, but she figured they probably could use the time apart. Santana let her know at some point during the meal so she wouldn't think something bad happened to her during the long weekend she'd be away.
She ended up staying until Sunday night, getting home around 9:00. Santana was tired and exhausted. She was ready to pass out, but she noticed the light on at Brittany's and stopped by to tell her she was home.
Brittany answered the door briskly. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
"Um, I actually just wanted to tell you I was home." She realized how it seemed kind of weird given how awkward they had left things.
"Brittany, who's at the door?" It was a guy's voice. Santana guessed Brittany had had some fun too.
"My neighbor." She called back at him before turning back to Santana. "Well I'm glad you're home."
"Yeah, well, have fun. I'll see you around." She just closed the door before Santana was finished saying that.
Santana walked away feeling awkward and embarrassed. She decided she knew now how Brittany must have felt the day she heard her booty call happening on the terrace. "Fuck I think I have fallen for the straight girl next door. Shoot me."
Santana woke up very early the next morning eager to start her morning activities. There was nothing unusual about what she did, but there was one significant absence. Brittany didn't come over for dinner. Santana didn't see her all day: she never left her house to sit on her deck or anything. Santana was curious, but she was too stubborn to go over and see what was up. This went on for a full week. Eventually Brittany left her solitude as Santana came across her while swimming one morning.
"Hi."
"Hi." There was a long silence.
"This isn't awkward at all…" Santana thought a sarcastic joke would lighten the mood, and to her surprise it worked. Brittany smiled at her.
"It's been a while."
"Yeah, because you've been avoiding me." Santana snapped at Brittany. She hadn't intended it to sound as mean as it came out.
"This was a mistake…" Brittany turned around and started to head back to her house. Santana rushed over to grab her arm to apologize.
"You didn't deserve that, I'm sorry. It's hard for me not to be a bitch to people. I have no right to be mad at you. I'm as much to blame for us not hanging out. When you didn't come to dinner a week ago, I just made assumptions. I could have just asked what was wrong, but I didn't. I thought you needed space to figure everything out … about me, about us. I should have just been there for you."
Brittany looked to be tearing up. "No one's ever let me figure things out for myself before. My family always just tells me what to do and when to do it." Santana never knew that about her. This was a whole new Brittany. "I made assumptions to. When you left for the whole weekend I thought you wanted to get away from me. It just reminded me of how you left me that night and everything else. I convinced myself you didn't want me to come over, so I didn't. We were such good friends. Is it ruined?"
"No absolutely not. How about we forget this past week, and start making up for it right now. Come over and I'll cook you something?"
Brittany laughed. "If we solve every fight with food, we'll both get pretty fat." Santana's body filled with joy knowing that her and Brittany would be okay. So she did the only thing she could think of and hugged Brittany close. Santana enjoyed the feeling of having Brittany and her body so close, but she refused to let it be anything more than friendly, so she kept it short.
"But at least we will be happy, come on." Santana started to drag Brittany toward her house.
"Fine." In an unexpected move, Brittany forewent a simple handheld walk to Santana's house, and instead jumped on Santana's back and demanded a piggyback ride. Santana was simply too shocked to stop it. Brittany rested her head on Santana's shoulder, as Santana started moving again. Also, as if forcing Santana to carry someone bigger than herself wasn't enough, Brittany started to tease Santana by nibbling on her earlobe. Santana didn't know what was worse, the strain on her muscles or the growing fire in her loins.
"Careful! I might drop you," was all Santana could say without moaning in pleasure or yelling in pain.
This only made Brittany grip her tighter, and increase her teasing. She even went as far as licking Santana's entire ear. Santana could no longer survive and she collapsed down onto her knees before shaking Brittany off of her back and flopping down onto the sand.
Brittany flopped down next to her with a gigantic pout on her face. Once she had regained her breath, Santana sat up and then straddle Brittany's waist and pinned her to the sand. "That was not nice," she said.
Brittany just giggled. "You loved it."
"No. I did not." Santana got right up into Brittany's face to show her she meant it.
Both of them then just burst out in laughter for a few moments. Once that had passed, they both became more aware of their positions. Santana was on top of Brittany, and her face was only 2 inches from Brittany's. Santana thought about kissing her. She wanted it in every fiber of her being. But she was worried that it would ruin everything that they had just fixed. Kissing her now might send her running.
So Santana got off Brittany, stood up, and then helped Brittany to her feet. But in the process of doing that, they ended up in a similar predicament, only now vertical. Santana didn't need another debate with herself this time, she simply turned away and pulled Brittany the rest of the way to her house.
Ending up in the sand had left them both pretty dirty. Santana asked Brittany to wait in her kitchen while she showered off all the sand. Since Santana had been wet from a swim from before seeing Brittany, she was way more covered. But that was just the excuse she used with Brittany. Santana's shower needed to be a nice and cold one after getting that close to kissing Brittany. It had her the OTHER wet.
Brittany just did a quick dusting off on the terrace before coming in. As she was dusting off, she stopped to watch Santana walk away as she started to undress. She watched as Santana lowered the straps of the one-piece she was wearing. Brittany just stared and Santana's bare back. Santana knew Brittany was looking at her, so she decided to turn around just barely while covering her breasts with her arms, "Pick out what you want me to make while I do this, okay?" Brittany's eyes bugged out of her head and she blushed like crazy. The seduction had begun.
Santana didn't keep her promise about being quick. It took her 20 minutes get all the sand out of her hair. While in the shower, she worried she had taken it too far before with Brittany. So she decided to dress sort of modestly compared to what she had on before. She put on a pair of board shorts and a tank top. But the tank top was white and since the bra she also put on was black, there would still be some teasing happening, just in case Brittany HAD enjoyed her display before.
Santana came out to find Brittany fidgeting on the couch. "What are you going to make me?" She asked.
"I told you to pick something." Santana said back.
"Oh I mustn't have heard you." Perhaps she was distracted by something, Santana thought to herself.
"Here's an idea," Santana began. "Why don't we cook something together?"
"You're putting me to work? I thought this was your apology meal?"
"You said it yourself, we both have things to apologize for. Plus you look so uncomfortable sitting there on the couch, you look like you need to be put to work."
"Okay, but this is a one time thing."
"Thank you." Santana gave her a small kiss on the cheek, to reward her for her agreement, before heading to the fridge.
Their brunch turned out great. Then they decide to just sit around Santana's house catching up for the lost week. They talked for the rest of the day into the early night, and they ended up making dinner together too. In that time, Brittany happened to mention that the guy Santana had found her with was her cousin checking up on her on behalf of her parents. Not that Santana felt threatened anymore or anything.
It got late. They were both tired and full of food. Brittany finally went home around 10 and all Santana could do was think about her for the rest of the night and replay everything that had happened. She thought again about how close they came to kissing, and the look on Brittany's face before her shower. It eventually got too much for her and she just had to take care of herself. Her thoughts of Brittany led her to 3 amazing orgasms that night.
The next two weeks were a letdown in turns of sexy action. They continued to have dinner together every night but that was all. Santana felt so embarrassed about having masturbated to Brittany that she decided to keep it PG between them for some time. Somewhere deep down she knew what they had wasn't normal anymore, but at some point she gave up on trying to define what they were and just gave in to having her around. In her mind Santana kept telling herself: "Brittany is straight and confused, and you are gay and in L…ust."
Finally one day, Santana had to fly to New York to begin putting things together for the next phase of her life. She was going to Columbia to get her Master's degree. She had to fly out to make sure her future apartment would be livable when she got out there in September. Santana had asked Brittany if she wanted to come, but she gracefully declined saying one of them needed to guard their places from amphibious sea creatures. Part of that made sense to Santana, but she still wished Brittany had said yes. Overall though, the trip served as a grim reminder that the summer was coming to an end, and soon Brittany and Santana would have to say their goodbyes.
Her time in New York gave Santana a chance to reevaluate herself and her feelings. She came to the conclusion that she had definitely fallen in love with Brittany, despite her promises to herself not to. She ended up calling Brittany constantly, whenever she had some free time, and they even got to maintain their streak of having dinner together. The time difference screwed up things for them somewhat, but they didn't care.
Once Santana did everything that was necessary, she got on the first available plane she could, even earlier that she had a reservation for. She needed to get back to see Brittany. If she couldn't survive a long weekend apart from Brittany, what did that mean for the end of the summer? Brittany received Santana's call about her earlier flight, and she immediately altered all her plans for the day to make sure she could be at the airport once Santana arrived.
When the time finally came, Santana turned a corner out of the arrival concourse and was promptly tackle-hugged by Brittany, who had sprinted to her from out of nowhere. They held each other close and delighted in all the little things they had been deprived of. Things like the scents of each other's hair, the little squeaky noises they made trying to get a tighter grip on each other, and how their height difference made it so easy to fit together comfortably.
Brittany kissed the top of Santana's head, and then as they pulled away from each other slightly, but still holding each other, Santana got up on her tiptoes to look be level with Brittany's eyes. She wanted Brittany to see just how happy she was to be back.
Brittany decided that she needed words though. "I missed you."
Santana leaned her forehead against Brittany's and said with a content sigh, "I missed you too."
Brittany pulled away shaking her head, "No. More than you think." Then she kissed Santana.
Santana was in shock; she couldn't believe it was really happening. Santana put aside her shock quickly enough though and she pulled Brittany closer. Her lips felt soft and delicate, but there was still a hunger behind them.
As they kissed, they each felt like a bolt of lightening had gone through them. They were waking up and feeling things they had never felt before. The world around them no longer mattered, but reluctantly, Santana broke the kiss and looked around for any sign they had caused a scene. Thankfully it seemed this was a common occurrence in the arrival concourse.
Santana took Brittany's hand and said, "Take me to your car, and you can finish telling me how much you missed me there."
Brittany gripped Santana's hand tightly as she directed Santana toward her car. When they were both seated comfortably, Santana turned to Brittany and saw just how happy she look, probably the happiest Santana had ever seen her be. "Brittany (not that I'm complaining), but why did you kiss me?"
"You were gone for only a short time, but it hurt me so much inside. Being apart from you made me realize how much I missed you. It didn't feel like I had ever felt before, I had never missed anybody more than I missed you. It felt like I had a Santana-sized whole in my heart. I finally admitted to myself that it was because I had feelings for you."
"Is this the part where you tell me that you're still straight, but you want me to be your exception?" She didn't want to kill the mood, but Santana didn't want to get her hopes up either.
"Santana, I know that you make me feel things no man … no one has ever made me feel. I've always thought I was straight because, for the longest time, I never knew there was any other option. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't know what I am, but I do know I can't waist what little time we have left figuring that out if it means not being with you."
Santana finally let herself feel happy, and she kissed Brittany to show her. She let herself forget the ticking clock counting down to the day she would have to leave the beach and Brittany behind to start her new life in New York. When they got back to Santana's house, Brittany refused to leave and they slept that night in each other's arms.
Over the next two weeks they spent even more time together. Despite Brittany saying she didn't want to waste time figuring her sexuality out, she did open up some more to Santana about her life before coming to the beach. She was from a family deep in old WASP-y money, and this meant there was just no way she could be anything but straight without incurring the wrath of her parents and risking possible disownment. It was bad enough for them that she had decided to pursue her education in lieu of marrying young and popping out new heirs to the family fortune. They never thought of her as her own person, she was always their daughter, like she was property to them.
In those first few days together, they made the best of their time without going all the way. Brittany had never been with a woman before, and Santana was secretly afraid that letting herself experience that ultimate act of love would make her do something rash like offer to give up New York for Brittany. Things might have been different if they had had more time to figure things out, but as things sat for them then, Santana didn't want to change her plans if Brittany couldn't give her any assurance that she could be more than just a secret.
It wasn't until only 3 days before she would have to leave, that things took a turn. Santana had just finished showering while Brittany did the dishes, and so she came to check on her in just a towel. Santana went behind Brittany and hugged her around her waist leaning her head against Brittany's back. She listened to the faint sounds of Brittany's heart beating. Being close to her and feeling the warmth of her body put Santana in a trance.
Brittany turned around to kiss Santana and get a full taste of her luscious lips. It was mostly innocent kissing until Brittany noticed Santana's lack of clothing. It ignited something in her to see Santana like that. It brought Brittany back to that day coming in from the beach and seeing Santana almost naked for the first time. She cursed herself for not acting on her budding attraction then, it would have given them so much more time together. Santana looked into Brittany's eyes and knew in that moment that there would be no going back now.
Brittany unknotted Santana's towel and it fell to the ground leaving her completely naked. She then took one long look at Santana from head to toe, before reaching out and softly caressing every curve on her naked body. Santana looked again at Brittany's eyes, but noticed behind the blue that there was a fire burning now, wanting to ignite them both. She pushed Santana until her back was against the fridge, and then Brittany increased the fervor of her explorations by switching from using her hands to her lips.
Despite her inexperience, Brittany came at Santana with confidence and hunger, and Santana had to hold on to the fridge to keep from falling over in sudden pleasure. Santana thought about putting a stop to all of it, mindful of her prior misgivings, but then Brittany latched onto one of her nipples with her whole mouth, and Santana gave in. Brittany wanted more and so she pulled away, picked Santana up, and took her to the bed.
When she was back on the ground at the foot of her bed, Santana began to undress Brittany to even them up. Brittany was not wearing much: a bikini top, then shorts, and panties. They stood there naked and exposed to each other. It was then Brittany's fears started to creep up on her, which Santana noticed. So she sat both of them down on the bed before gently asking, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes." Brittany said quickly. She knew what she wanted; she just wasn't sure how to get it.
Santana knew she had to take the lead on this one, so she went to make Brittany feel at ease. She had every intention of showing her what love making between two women could be like and making sure every one of her needs was met. "I don't want to brag, but if we do this, I might ruin all men for you."
"Who cares?" No more questions needed to be asked.
Santana made Brittany lie flat on the bed. Then she kissed every single part of her body: from her head to her toes. No part was excluded from worship. Santana appreciated every taught muscle and every curve. Brittany touched Santana too, to let her know she was enjoying it, but Santana wouldn't break her concentration. As Santana sucked on every single one of Brittany's fingers, Brittany looked up at Santana with the biggest smile.
Santana caressed Brittany's breasts gently, but rough enough to show her that there was lust there too. Brittany's moans became louder as they forced themselves from her body as she begged to be fucked. Santana knew that Brittany wanted this as much as she did.
Santana kept focus on Brittany's breasts for a few minutes: making sure that both were getting equal attention either with her mouth or her hands. Then she slowly worked her thigh in between Brittany's legs and let it come to rest atop Brittany's throbbing pussy. There she felt how wet it was. She was ready.
Finally not being able to take any more, she begged, "Please Santana, make me yours. I want you." Santana thought that she sounded so sexy.
"Can I taste you?"
"Whatever you want. Just don't tease."
Santana went down on Brittany and made Brittany hers. Her aroma was sweet; her taste was addicting. Santana tried everything she could to make sure it would be the best thing Brittany had ever felt. What had started as a lustful attraction to her hot neighbor had become something more, and Santana knew they were making love, and not just getting each other off.
She could feel Brittany begin to arch her back off the bed and thrust her hips forward. Santana knew Brittany was looking for release, but it would happen soon. Finally she jumped of the bed screaming.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!"
Santana laughed with a proud, smug chuckle. "'Fuck'? That's not my name."
Brittany smiled, hearing the sarcasm. "Santana, I'm almost there!"
"That's better." Santana went back to her mission, thrusting her tongue deep into her gaping pussy. Then she sucked on Brittany's clit to put on a finishing touch.
"Santana, I'm cumming!" Santana felt Brittany's juices gush out and she drank up every last drop. But this would not be the end. Santana let her come down just enough to catch her breath, before going right back to her clit and thrusting two fingers into her, pumping slowly, making sure to push in as far as possible.
Then Brittany began to shake again, "Santana, I can't …" She tried to squirm away but a second orgasm hit her before she could comprehend it. Santana held her down and licked her slowly as Brittany flailed on the bed.
As much as Santana wanted to keep making Brittany cum all night, she knew Brittany needed a rest.
"Santana! I can't believe it. I never cum during sex, and you made it happen twice!" She said this in between deep breaths with her eyes closed. Santana came up to lie next to her, she wanted Brittany to taste herself and enjoy the taste like she just had. Santana got close and Brittany opened her eyes. As if reading Santana's mind, she took one look and went right for it. She kissed and licked clean Santana's entire face of her own juices. Eager Brittany was back, and Santana was turned even more.
"Wow, I taste good," then with the fire burning again, she said, "but I bet you'll taste way better."
"Don't think so, I've never tasted anything better than you." Santana pulled her in and kissed her again. Brittany moaned as she felt Santana's tongue enter her mouth and she tasted herself again on it.
"I want you, Santana, I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel as good as you just made feel. I'm gonna do it, and I'm gonna taste you."
"Don't feel obligated, it's your first time with another woman…"
"Shut up, Santana." That was hot. "When you went away, all I could think about was you: how I missed your hot body and being in your arms. When I kissed you, I knew that I would not be satisfied until I got to fuck you. So fuck yes I'm going to fuck you Santana Lopez. I don't just I want to, but I need to. I will never have enough of you."
Brittany forced Santana onto her back and kissed her neck. She nibbled and licked her way to Santana's ear. As she reached her destination, Santana had no choice but to release soft moans, it was just like when Brittany had jumped on her back. Her right hand went to Santana's breast. Santana responded by drawing her hand down Brittany's torso and began to caress Brittany's breast.
"Uh" a gasp of pleasure escaped Santana as Brittany bit harder on her earlobe. "I want you so bad, Brittany."
Santana parted her legs for Brittany, and she settled in between them comfortably. But then, Santana reached down wither left hand to softly rub Brittany's clit.
"NO!" Brittany stopped what she was doing, and so did Santana. "I'm fucking you. I can't concentrate if you do that."
Santana relented and smirked as Brittany began to move her fingers lower as her mouth went to Santana's nipple. Her fingers reached Santana's pussy and felt the wetness and moaned through her kiss on Santana's breast. She felt how aroused she had made Santana, and she went in with one finger. Santana moaned letting her know that she wanted her to keep going. She inserted another finger and another moan escaped from Santana while she grabbed the sheets underneath her and threw her head back. She started pulsating and Brittany's eyes never left her face. Brittany formed a rhythm and Santana matched it with her upward movements and wrapped her legs around Brittany.
"Open your eyes and look at me," Brittany ordered. "I want to see your eyes when you cum for me."
Santana was not going to deny her. She opened her eyes and looked at Brittany's and saw that hers were filled with an unspoken love. Brittany felt Santana's body start to shake and she knew Santana was close, because a smile formed on her face. "Santana cum for me."
"Oh fuck." Brittany used her thumb to gently apply pressure to Santana's clit encircling it while her other fingers were inside her. Santana's nails dug into Brittany's flesh as she pushed deeper into Santana. She continued toying with Santana's clit as she climaxed, "Oh Brittany!"
Santana's body shook from top to bottom, and she hugged her legs against Brittany tighter as the orgasm ripped through her body. Brittany only slowed down a little. When it had stopped, she gently pulled out her fingers, causing Santana to shiver once more. She brought her fingers up to her lips to taste every drop of Santana on them. She sucked her first finger clean while she looked down at Santana with a big smile on her face. Then, she offered her second finger to Santana and Santana sucked it like a Popsicle.
"Now I'm eating you out and your going to scream." Santana was shocked; she had created a monster. Brittany lifted Santana's legs up and over her shoulders as she went to work. Santana gave in to her. She moaned, gasped, jumped, twisted and finally, she screamed in ecstasy. Santana was at Brittany's mercy and she enjoyed every moment of it. She was in love with this girl.
This night went on for hours; they were completely spent by the end of it. The night gave way to morning, and then to night again. They ended up fucking for two straight days. The morning of the last day arrived, and Santana was going to have to pack up her things and go.
They had both decided earlier that once this day came, they would not be tied to each other. Free to live their lives and if fate brought them back together, then so be it. Santana didn't know what Brittany was thinking, but after that had just happened in the last 48 hours, she knew that she had given her heart and soul to Brittany, and she would never be able to give that to another woman again.
Santana rose from the bed and found Brittany outside with a cup of coffee in her hand and tears in her eyes. When Santana tried to go up to her and comfort her, Brittany turned away and walked back to her house alone.
Three hours later after she had finished packing and showering, she went to spend the rest of the day with Brittany at her house. Brittany was more welcoming now, and she held Santana as they cried together.
"I don't want you to leave."
"Brittany, I promise you that I will always hold you close to my heart and if you ever need me I will be a phone call away. I will always be there to listen."
When they got to the airport Santana was heart-broken. "Well this is my stop."
"I'll miss you." She had tears coming down her face.
"I know, I'm going to miss you too." Santana unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door. She made sure Brittany stayed put. They would say their goodbyes here, no need to prolong it inside. She stood by the driver side window. "I need you to know one thing, before I leave."
"Tell me"
She kissed Brittany and then whispered in her ear, the words she longed to say for weeks, "I love you." Brittany felt her breath catch in her throat, unable to speak or move. Santana turned and walked away, not waiting for an answer, because she didn't want one. But she did look back briefly and saw Brittany crying even harder against her steering wheel.
She started the summer looking for rebound sex but had found love - the love of her life. She knew that already. They were soulmates, and she could never love another the way she loved Brittany. But she needed Brittany to figure that out herself.
Little did she know, Brittany already had. "I love you too."
Brittany and Santana will return ...