*I will try to update every week, but sometimes I get writer ADD so I'm just going to apologize in advance. This story takes place the Summer after Season 2 and primarily focuses on Brittany and Santana's relationship*
It had been two weeks since the end of school and Santana still had no idea what she was going to do with the summer. Berry and Finn were off lost in their Walt Disney romance and the rest of her Glee class mates had all found surprisingly entertaining things to do. Puck and Zizes had gone to some nudist retreat in Santa Cruz. Barf. Every morning she turned on the news expecting to hear about some beached whale being shot off the coast. Quinn hadn't been free for awhile because she was going to some self help seminar to help her deal with her inferiority complex. Sure she had grown a lot the past school year but the lady clearly has some bipolar tendencies she needs to sort out so she isn't trying to destroy Rachel Berry every 2 seconds or her life. Mike and Tina were on an Asian Couples cruise, Artie was probably rollin' around somewhere, and Brit . . . well . . . she didn't really know.
The last time she had tried to call Brit it had gone straight to voice mail. She could only hope that she hadn't gone adventuring in the sewers again. They cleared the air between them at the end of the year but had never really addressed the issue of love since. Not that she thought Brittany was being distant. She had recently taken a summer job at a local pet grooming shop so Santana knew she was busy.
Santana just needed to rub one out. And lucky for her the solution was tucked safe in her night table. She grabbed her vibrator out of the top drawer, settled into her bed, and slipped the vibrator between her legs.
Today it happened to be one of her fondest memories. The night her and Brit first went solo.
It was freshman year. Puck, Brit, and her had been a tight trio ever since the homecoming game when they all went back to Puck's for a late night rendezvous. It was a perfect match up seeing as all three of them were pretty much down for whatever. And now that Santana's parents were vacationing in the Keys they had all decided on meeting up at her place for a change.
"Where is he?" Santana thought out loud as she paced in front of her full body mirror. She ran her hands over the material of her newest lacy lingerie number and noticed Brittany leering at her from the bed in the mirror's reflection. Santana turned toward Brit, who didn't notice she had been caught until after her eyes wandering up the full length of Santana's body. They had both struggled pretty hard to find somewhere else to look at that moment but for some reason Santana hadn't been able to tear herself away from the image of Brittany lying on the bed, hair down, wearing skimpy pj shorts and a tank top. And no bra. Yummy. Sure it wasn't anything like the Victoria secret number she had on but something about it was very . . . appealing.
The ring of the phone broke Santana from her trance. She approached the night table and picked it up, chalking up the sudden onset of goose bumps to poor insulation. "Hello?"
"Hey sweets, it's Puckerman."
"Where are you? I needs to get my nookie on."
"Got a little detoured," he said in a hushed voice, "I got into it with these guys while I was getting gas and now I'm at the police station. They're holding me in the drunk tank for disturbing the peace. It's total crap."
Santana rolled her eyes. Not that this kind of thing wasn't expected of Noah Puckerman but this had been the first time it interfered with their late night escapades. "So you're not coming?"
"Not tonight." She could picture the prepubescent smirk forming on his face right now.
"Well you best wipe that pervy grin off your face now before your cellmates go Shawshank on you."
There was a low grumble on the other line. "Okay, guards telling me I have to go. I'll see you ladies in a couple days"
Before Santana could voice any further disappointment the phone began to hum. She put it back on the charger and hovered near the bed. "Well you'll never guess it but Puck got himself arrested again."
Brittany looked up at Santana, with a disappointed pouty face. "I have a lady boner."
Tell me about it, Santana thought. Her eyes wondered to Brittany who was lying on her stomach, propping herself up on a pillow, and facing the foot of the bed. Her long Blond hair tossed to one side revealing her neck. Santana was unconsciously running her tongue across her lips as Brit turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels. Santana moved in slowly, straddling Brittany beneath her legs. She seated herself comfortably on Brit's ass, resting her hands on her waist, just below the bottom of Brit's mid drift tank top.
"You know, just because Puck's not here doesn't mean we can't have some fun."
Brittany glanced back toward Santana briefly as she propped herself up on her elbows. "What do you mean?" She returned her gaze to the television, waving the remote at the continuous surge of cable TV.
"We usually do stuff on our own anyway." Brittany was silent for a bit and Santana couldn't tell if anything she was hinting at had actually sunk in. Brit's thought process was a lot like a sponge that couldn't retain water. And speaking of poorly designed household items. "What are you watching?"
"Infomercials."
"Why?"
"That sham-wow guy helps turns me off. He has leprechaun teeth."
Santana began running her fingers underneath Brittany's top. Her hands gliding over every inch of Brit's back. Her skin was surprisingly soft. Santana hadn't noticed that before. She continued lightly massaging Brit's back, losing herself in a trance-like state. It's was as if their bodies were magnetized and a strong surge of energy was pulling her in, closer and closer. She propped herself up on her left hand and leaned in, letting her right hand do all the work. Her head lingering just above Brittany's exposed neck. Hand grazing the side of Brit's breast as it continued down the sensitive side of her body. Gradually massaging harder. Her breath was getting heavier now. She was losing it. Her head came to a rest on the back of Brit's. Lips hovering above her neck. She brought her left hand back into the mix letting each hand run down each side of Brittany's back as her body arched into hers. Nails lightly dancing across the surface. She felt Brit quiver a bit.
"Santana?" Brittany asked, nearly breathless.
"Uh-huh . . " was all she could utter as she continued her caresses.
"I'm confused. I'm trying to get rid of my lady boner and you're not helping."
Santana went in for the kill. Her lips latched on to the exposed part of Brittany's neck and she kissed and sucked hard. She could feel the blonde tremble a little beneath her as she dug her hands into the side of her body. Santana matched the demanding motion of her hands with the movement of her tongue against Brit's neck. They had made out before but that was usually the extent of their foreplay. Santana was enjoying the change. Brit's skin was soft and didn't smell like dirt, sweat, or cheap drug store cologne. She bit Brittany's lower right ear lob and her right hand dipped below the waistband of Brit's PJ shorts.
Brittany glanced at Santana over her shoulder. Santana smirked and without breaking the gaze, slipped her fingers in between Brit's thighs. Watching the look of satisfaction ripple through Brittany as her head dropped back onto the surface of the mattress was thrilling. Her mouth open in a breathless scream of ecstasy. It was so much different than being with a guy. You graze a guys arm with your hand and he was good to go. This was incredible.
Santana wanted more. Brit's legs spread a bit allowing Santana to ease her fingers into her pussy. Making slow circles around Brit's clit, clinging to her the way a cowboy clings to a bucking Bronco in a rodeo. Brittany was really getting into it. Santana toyed with her for a good while, alternating between sucking on her neck and her ear lobes as her fingers continued their tenuous rhythm. Every time they even came close to her clit Brit would surge upward trying to flip Santana over but she was able to push her back down onto her stomach. Brittany was moaning and writhing beneath her, gripping Santana's right arm with her free hand. Urging it deeper.
Santana finally gave her what she wanted. She pressed her fingers against Brittany's clit and held them there as Brittany bucked against her. Santana buried her face into Brittany's neck, losing herself in a tussle of blond hair. They continued like this for a long time. Santana straddled Brit's left leg making it easier to control her movements. Grinding against her was just a plus. She found herself building up, shuddering every time Brittany rose to meet her. Santana began to switch between slow and quick finger motions as Brittany quickened the pace of her body. They were like a tide slowly rising.
Waves inching further and further up the shore.
Brittany moaned loudly letting out a cry that was muffled by the bed she was pressing her face into. Her body shuddered underneath Santana's who didn't immediately stop her finger's rhythm. Drawing out every last bit of orgasm Brit had in her.
The aftershocks of Brittany's body sent shock waves to Santana's clit as her thighs tightened around Brit's leg. She climaxed soon after Brittany but did not cease pleasuring the shuddering blonde.
They kept that up for about five more minutes until both girls became limp.
"Wow," Brittany gasped.
Santana brushed hair away from Brittany's neck and began lightly kissing her. Brittany rolled over onto her back so the two girls were face to face. Santana ran her hands over Brit's arms, lacing their fingers together above Brit's head. They stared at each other for a good while before goofy smiles curled up on their faces.
"Hi," Brit said as she took a hand away from Santana's and ran it through her lush dark hair.
Santana felt like she was seeing Brittany for the first time. "Hi."
They kissed. And for the first time it wasn't just mindless lip smacking for the sake of a threesome. Santana was feeling something. They continued most of the night. Getting it on while late night TV ads looped in the background. Ridiculously designed consumer products took on a whole new meaning for them after that.
A lot of things did.
"Santana? Are you up?"
Shit! Santana hurried and stuffed the vibrator under one of her pillows.
The door to Santana's room opened revealing her mother, a voluptuous Latin woman from the Dominican Republic. Victoria Garcia-Lopez was a tall, slender, sexy woman and today she was sporting a very trendy blue pantsuit. "It's ten o'clock, plan on getting up anytime soon."
"Not really."
Victoria gave her daughter a look. "Well I'm off to work, sweetie?"
"Bye, mom."
Victoria closed the door and Santana breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily she had been able to bust a nut before the intrusion so picking up where she left off wasn't necessary. This was going to be a long summer.