"Hey, how are you?" Brittany called out from the back as the bell rang, signaling someone coming in. It was 20 minutes until closing, she hoped that this customer was quick so she could start closing up.
"Hi?" She heard a raspy voice respond. "I don't really care if this place is filled with disembodied voices as long as the cupcakes are good."
Brittany chuckles as she walks up to the counter, drying off her hands. "Nope, the voice belongs to this... body." She stumbles on her words when she sees the customer. A gorgeous Hispanic woman, with a banging body in a black pencil skirt and gray blouse. She clears her throat before her leering becomes noticeable. "What can I get for you, miss?
"I had the worst day at work. I need alcohol and junk food. Give me the best you got." The brunette says as she slaps her credit card on the counter.
"How bad was your day? Like, 'I need a couple beers' or 'I need a gallon of tequila'?" Brittany asks as she leans across the counter.
"Like, 'I need beers, tequila, and vodka.'"
"Hmm. Are you in a rush to go anywhere?"
"Uh, no, not really." the woman dubiously responds.
Brittany doesn't say anything as she walks to the door to look it and switch the 'closed' sign on.
"Good. Come with me." She says as she crooks her finger, signaling for the brunette to follow her. She grabs the trays in the display cases and hands them to her. "Wait. I'll be back." She quickly makes her way to the fridge and grabs her bottles of rum and vodka. "Okay, now we're ready." She leads them to a stairwell. "Don't worry, I'm not a psycho."
"I don't doubt it." is all she gets in return.
"Great." Brittany reaches a door and flings it open, revealing her living room. "Voila. Make yourself at home. I'll go get glasses and napkins." She motions towards the couches and the other woman gets the idea.
When she reaches her kitchen, she doesn't really know what's she's doing inviting a stranger into her home but she also had a shit day and needs booze and someone to talk to. She grabs what she needs and then plops down next to the woman.
"I'm Brittany, by the way. I own the bakery and I live up here." Brittany introduces herself as she holds out her hand.
The other woman takes it and gives it a sold grip. Brittany wasn't expecting that, usually fancy women, which she assumes she is because of her fancy clothes, have fish handshakes. "Santana Lopez. I live a couple blocks west of here." Santana, Brittany deems it a perfectly fitting name, gives her a breathtaking smile.
"You have a gorgeous smile. The way your lips curl, your nose scrunches, and your dimples come out, gorgeous." Brittany says as she pours generous amounts of vodka into the glasses. "Here's to shit days." Brittany says as she hands Santana her glass.
"Shit days." Santana clinks their glasses together and they both chug the alcohol down.
"Fuck. That's smoother than I thought." Brittany coughs out as she grabs her German chocolate cupcake. "Take them. I made them three hours ago. I wouldn't give you stale food and tarnish my good name." Brittany jokes.
She watches the brunette lean over and grabs a red velvet one. "So, you had a bad day too?"
"My father died. Got the news first thing." The pastry chef shrugs.
"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. He hated me, I hated him. He left me a couple million so it's really not that bad."
"Well, then if you guys hated each other and you got a nice chunk of change why are you drinking hard liquor with an absolute stranger?"
"I feel guilty for not caring about his death."
"Can I ask why you hated him?" Santana quietly asks.
"I hated him because he hated me. He hated me because I turned out to not be the son he wanted." Brittany reaches again to pour them some more vodka. After chugging that down, she begins. "I was born Brett. I don't remember too much but I do remember him playing with me and my mom. Then when I was six, I became Brittany. That's when he started hating me. It wasn't that bad because of my mom but then she died a couple years later."
"I don't understand. How could you be Brittany after six years?"
"Well, I guess having a penis confused even the doctors." Brittany joked and Santana's eyes bulged out.
"You have a penis?" Santana nonchalantly asks, or at least tries to.
Brittany laughs at her attempt to not be shocked. "Yeah, I do but don't, I know it's unusual. Do you wanna see it?" Brittany winks at Santana, causing her to spit out her cupcake. "I'm kidding, relax, Santana. So, what about you? Why are you here drinking with a stranger?"
"My boss propositioned me for sex."
Brittany straightened up. "What?"
"He said he'd promote me if he got to pound my 'tight, little ass'." Santana disdainfully quotes him.
Brittany stands up, enraged. How fucking dare he? "Yo, is he still there? Take me there and I'll beat his ass for you." She says as she grabs Santana's hand to pull her up but ends up falling onto her. "Shit, sorry. I fell. I'm not trying to have sex with you." She explains as she pushes herself off. "I swear, I'm not like him." Brittany panics and rambles.
"It's ok," Santana says, "you fell. I saw and felt what happened. But I can't take you there, I'll lose my job."
"What do you do?" the blonde asks as she sits back down.
"I work for a worldwide importation company."
"If I give you the money, would you be able to open your own?"
"Yeah." Santana nods absentmindedly. "Wait, what?" She starts drinking her water and looks back at Brittany.
"I just told you I got money from my father's death. I don't need it. I'm not married and don't have kids so I really don't need it. Take it." Brittany says as if it were really that simple.
"We've been drinking." Santana chuckles. "Come at me when we're sober." she says as she takes another sip of water
Brittany does the same before biting into another cupcake. "I had a feeling about you when I first saw you. You and I are going to be bffls." She states with a smile.
"Just best friends?" Santana frowns a bit.
"Well, tomorrow, we'll be business partners."
"So, best friends and business partners?"
"Yup. What else could a girl want?"
Santana doesn't say she just tosses her half eaten cupcake aside and pounces on Brittany.
"Santana!" Brittany's yells in shock as Santana kisses her. She starts to respond before remembering that they've both been drinking and they've just met and that's a dangerous combination. She doesn't want to take advantage of Santana. She pulls back, "Santana, we can't."
The shorter woman sits up in the blonde's lap. "Why not? Jesus H. Christ! I don't fucking understand, I got this misogynistic geezer at work trying to fuck my ass since I started and then you! I literally throw myself at you and you're saying no. What the fuck?!" Santana exasperatedly yells and throws her hands up in the air.
"San, Santana. Your boss is jerk and I promise I'll handle him. But I'm not a jerk, okay? We've both been drinking and we've just met."
"But, I want you. You're attractive, funny, you wanted to drunkenly defend me, you're generous. You're great. Why don't you want me? Am I not pretty enough?" Brittany is shocked that Santana would even think she wasn't pretty enough for anyone. She starts to panic when Santana begins to sniffle.
"No, no, no. Don't cry." She says as she sits up and wraps her arms around Santana and rocks them back and forth. "I do want you, I do. I was hoping by the time you left, I'd drop my balls and ask you out to dinner."
"Really?" Santana looked up at Brittany. "You were?"
"Yes. I knew I wasn't really going to get to know you enough tonight and you just seem like the type of woman I'd like to know. You have a nice handshake. The fact that you're breathtakingly stunning doesn't hurt either." Brittany says as she tries to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, I am. I'll be back first thing tomorrow so we could have breakfast." Santana states as she tries to get up.
"Whoa, whoa, you're nuts if you think I'm going to let you alone in the city like this. Come on, I'll give you some clothes and you can take my bed." Santana nodded and followed the blonde in the room.
Brittany picked out some boxer shorts and a old shirt for Santana to wear. "Here. Wear this. The bathroom's right there. Everything you'll need is in the cabinets. Call me if you need anything."
While Santana was changing, she left to go pick up the living room. She could never leave out any food because Lord Tubbington doesn't have any self-control. By the time she cleaned up and went to check on Santana, the brunette was laid face down. She laughed quietly as she picked out some clothes to sleep in.
"Britt?" Santana groggily asked as she turned to face the blonde, who was in the process of chaning.
"Yeah?" Brittany asked as she stopped pulling off her shirt.
"What are you doing?"
"Changing. Go back to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
Santana didn't budge. "Go on." She demanded. Her grogginess no longer there.
Brittany didn't know what to do. She took a gamble and decided to play the game. She finished taking off her shirt. She noticed how Santana's eyes widened when her upper body was exposed. Santana licked her lips. A subtle nod indicated that Brittany should continue. She slowly pulled off her pants, leaving her in her compression shorts.
"Those too."
Brittany swallowed thickly. She's never been so exposed before. Not even with the handful of women she's been with. It's always been quick and in the dark.
She hesitatingly pulled down her shorts and let out a sigh of relief when they were no longer digging into her.
"Come here."
Brittany's head shot up when she heard Santana's voice. She knows she should be nervous but she's not. She can't be around Santana. She walks up to the edge of the bed, where Santana had moved to.
Santana reached up and grabbed the back of her neck, kissing her softly. Instinctively, Brittany's hands went to wrap Santana's tight waist. She felt her flaccid penis rub against Santana's center, making her whimper. She opened her mouth and met Santana's tongue with hers. As they let their tongues massage each other, Brittany let her hands reach down and caress the brunette's perfect ass.
Brittany pulled back, feeling her cock harden. "We don't have to do anything tonight, San. We don't. I want to date you, not just fuck you."
"I know, I know. I want that too and I was okay with waiting until I saw your cock resting on top of you balls." Santana says before she licks up Brittany's throat. "I felt my pussy throb and my mouth water when I saw it. I've never had dick before, I've never wanted it but I want you. I want your dick, Britt-Britt. Are you going to give it to me?" The brunette grabs at Brittany's breasts and starts to rub her thumbs over her nipples.
Brittany can't think. All she can feel is her throbbing dick, Santana kissing her collarbone, and pinching her nipples. "Yes, I'll give you whatever you want. Take it from me, Santana."
Santana lets go of Brittany's breasts and lays back in the middle of the bed. "Give it to me." Brittany crawls over and lays on top of Santana, letting her cock rub on Santana's wet pussy.
"Fuck, San. That feels so good." the blonde leans down and softly kisses Santana as she grinds down on her pussy.
Santana's hand reach down and squeeze Brittany's ass to push her down harder and faster. "Brittany, fuck. No one's ever got me this wet before, fuck. I know you're going to give it to me good."
"Wait, wait. Santana, I don't have protection."
Santana stops her movements. "What? You don't have condoms? How can you not have any condoms? You have a penis." Santana exclaims.
"Well, I don't have sex. I haven't had sex in over a decade, when I was in college."
"You haven't had sex since college!?"
"No." Brittany sits up, careful to not rest too much of her weight on Santana. "It's never been an issue for me. Haven't met anyone I like."
Santana sat up, "Aww, my poor baby." She leaned in and kissed Brittany. "Don't worry, I'll give you a little something for tonight."
The blonde's dick twitched and Santana felt it. Santana wrapped her hand around Brittany's meat and started stroking it. "Brittany, I've never done this before."
"I don't care." Brittany leaned down and kissed her, reassuredly. "You're already making me feel better than I've ever felt before."
Santana's movements became a little more confident. "Really?" Brittany nodded, not being able to focus on anything other than Santana jerking her off. "Lay down, Britt." The pastry chef did as she was told. "I've really never done this before but I want to. I'll get better, I promise." Before Brittany could say anything, she felt Santana lick her dick head.
"Fuuuuck." She moaned out as Santana kept tonguing her slit.
Soon she felt, her entire head being encompassed by a wet heat. She's never gotten a blow job before, she had no idea it could feel this good. Santana's mouth took in more and more of her cock and soon enough Santana's pouty lips were wrapped around the base of her cock. "Santana, Santana, San, baby." She said as she pulled back the luscious brown locks of hair. If Santana was sucking her dick, she was going to make sure to see it all. The brunette pulled back, jerking her with her left hand, until she could suck on the engorged mushroom head.
"Was that good?" Santana asked as she furiously stroked that cock.
"I'm going to come already. That's how perfect it was." Brittany said out of breath, her body shaking.
Instantly, Santana began bobbing up and down on the blonde's cock, occasionally letting hit the back of her throat. All that could be heard in the room was Brittany's moaning and Santana slurping on her dick.
"Babe, pull back. I'm going to come." Santana picked up the pace and palmed Brittany's balls, making Brittany lose it completely. "Saantanaaaaa, yessss, yesss." the smaller woman kept sucking the softening dick, swallowing everything in her mouth, while Brittany laid there panting, struggling to catch her breath. "Wow. Wow."
"Was it good?" Santana shyly asked, as she sat back on her heels.
"Come here. I can't move." Brittany chuckled in her post-orgasm haze. Santana shuffled up and laid her head on Brittany's chest. Brittany laid a kiss to her head. "Santana, that was amazing. Not only did I have the most awesome orgasm ever, I had because of you. Thank you. Give me a second and I'll return the favor."
Santana nodded and let her hand trail down the blonde's abs. She reached the curls and let herself play with them. She kept going and ran her finger down, the soft dick laying against her thigh. She felt it twitch. She grabbed it and felt Brittany's breath hitch.
"Fuck, Santana. I swear you're going to get me hard again." Brittany giggled.
"I don't know what to tell you. It's perfect. It suits you. I can't picture you with a pussy."
"Well, thank you. Now, spread those pretty legs for me. I want to eat you."