SumPublish-mary: Santana is the star soccer player on her high schools' team. After losing her virginity to a very confident blonde named Brittany, Santana feels on top of her game. With the promise to see the blonde again, Santana never expects it to be so soon, and under the worst conditions. G!P

This is my first G!P story ever, so I'm not going to lie, it may suck. But I figured I'd give it a try... so enjoy.
Let me know what you think.


Sweat dripped down a tan forehead as feet moved swiftly on the ground around a soccer ball. Her head turned to the left and then to the right to make sure she was clear as she continued down the field. Shouts from the crowd ringing in her ears. The opposing team was chasing after her, trying to steal the ball, but Santana was too quick. A quick pass to her teammate Quinn as one of the other team tried to trip her. She jumped over their leg and ran towards the goal, eyes on Quinn the entire time.

"Lucy Q, Double tap!" Santana screamed the code name of their best play. Quinn nodded, moving the ball, psyching the opposing team out. She moved the ball between both feet before kicking it high towards Santana.

Santana ran as fast as she could to meet the ball before it go to close to the ground. With a giant jump into the air, Santana collided her head with the ball, sending into the net past the goalie.

If there was one thing Santana Lopez knew how to do, it was score a goal. It was about the only thing she ever scored in, period. Santana hated to admit it, but at 18 years old, she was a virgin. It may or may not have to do with her little extra something below the waist, but she hoped it didn't have anything to do with that and that she just hadn't found the right girl.

The crowd roars with excitement as the buzzer for the 2nd half sounds.

The girls on Santana's soccer team scream in excitement. The last goal is sending them to league, which means that they get to play against the best school in the state. They all circled up as Santana, the captain; and Quinn, the co-captain, spoke.

"All right girls, that was the best game we put on yet. We play the first league game, tomorrow. Now, I know tonight's Halloween, so if you decided to party hardy, remember that we have practice and the game tomorrow and you best be done being hungover!" Quinn screams.

Santana nods. "Hit the showers, girls. I have never seen such effort from you guys before. Wolves, on three. 1-2-3…"

"WOLVES!" The team screams before dispersing to the locker rooms.

Quinn and Santana stay back, walking slower than the other team. Quinn knows Santana always waits last to shower so she sticks around to keep her best friend company.

"Rachel and her best friend are throwing a Halloween party," Quinn starts. "We should go. There will be a lot of hot girls."

"Q, are you insinuating something?" Santana chuckles.

"You need to finally get laid." Quinn says bluntly.

"Deal. I'll go." Santana replies; only hoping that she doesn't lose her v-card to some random slut. She was at least hoping, if she even got laid, that the girl was semi-decent.

Okay, she was hoping that the girl was smoking hot because that would be a big step up from her hand.

"This is going to be fucking insane." Quinn squeals in excitement.


At 9:45, Quinn and Santana show up in front of a giant house that Rachel had sent Quinn the address to.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Santana muses, "Who lives here?"

"Some girl named Brittany. She goes to Creek." Quinn replied.

"So, she's a rich stuck-up bitch. Explains it all." Santana sighed.

"Don't be a fun sponge, let's get you drunk." Quinn drags Santana up the staircase and through the giant double doors.

The bodies are crowding the living room, the enormous spiral staircase in the main foyer, the kitchen… well, just about everywhere in the house.

Quinn and Santana head towards the kitchen where they're met with the booming loud voice of one Miss Rachel Berry.

"QUINN!" Rachel screams as she makes her way towards her girlfriend. Rachel is dressed in some weird black dress with a bunch of feathers.

"Hey babe." Quinn kisses Rachel on the lips. "What are you…?"

"I'm the Swan Queen!" Rachel whines. "And besides who are you two dressed up as?" Rachel looks between Quinn and Santana who are dressed ironically in soccer uniforms.

"I'm Megan Rapinoe and San is Alex Morgan!" Quinn states loudly.

"You guys love soccer way too much." Rachel scoffs. "Anyway, we got some Tennessee Honey so let's take some shots!"

Meanwhile...

Seven shots in and Santana was feeling more than wonderful. She's currently dancing with Quinn and Rachel in the middle of the living room. The speakers are booming bass so loud that the floor is vibrating.

Suddenly, Rachel gets pulled aside by another blonde and Santana furrows her brow.

"Who's that, Quinn?" Santana questions, staring directly at the girl.

"That's Brittany." Quinn replies looking over her shoulder, "She lives here."

"She's kinda hot," Santana slurs. "Why is she talking to your hobbit?"

"Rachel is not a hobbit. They're best friends, Santana." Quinn said.

"Oh shit. Shit, she's coming over here." Santana looks to the side to pretend that she wasn't leering at the blonde who was now approaching her.

"Santana, this is Brittany Pierce." Rachel says.

"Hi." Santana looks towards the blonde, pulling her lips into a smile.

"Hey. Want to dance?" Brittany asks over the loud music. Santana swallows the lump in her throat and nods. Brittany takes her by the hand and leads her away from Quinn and Rachel, who are involved in a very intense makeout session.

Brittany spins Santana around, pressing her front against the Latina's back. Santana was thankful for this because as soon as Brittany's body came in contact with hers, she could feel herself grow erect.

As the dancing continued and Brittany continued grinding into Santana's back, Santana was feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"I…" Santana said, grabbing Brittany's wrists, "This is a bad idea. You don't want to get involved with someone like me."

"I know." Brittany said, "I know about you."

"You what?" Santana was slightly confused, and still very intoxicated.

"Come with me, and I'll show you what I mean." Brittany husked into Santana's ear.

She grabbed Santana's hand and led her up the flight of stairs. Santana began feeling uneasy again. The raging hard on that she had wasn't helping her at all. Brittany led her through a door, kicking it shut as they entered the dark room.

"Just trust me." Brittany whispers before pressing her lips against Santana's. Santana was shocked. Brittany pulled away. "Stop being so tense, just go with it." She whispered against Santana's lips before pressing her lips to them again.

She started moving them towards the bed, never breaking away from the Latina's lips. Santana's back hit the bed and Brittany crawled on top of her, her leg pressing between Santana's. Brittany could feel Santana's erection through the thin layer of soccer shorts and smirked.

"So, Alex Morgan, eh?" Brittany whispers. Santana gulped loudly before mumbling 'yes'. "You two have something in common. You are both extremely hot in a soccer uniform." Brittany's lips move down to Santana's jaw-line and then her pulse point. "I bet you look better out of it, though."

Santana's body tenses up again. She's drunk, she's horny, and some girl she just met fifteen minutes ago wants her nuts. Something about this felt wrong, but the other half (the drunk half) was telling her this was what she wanted.

"I've never done this before." Santana blurts out. Brittany's assault on her neck stops.

"I know. Rachel kind of talks a lot." Brittany smiles, moving her hand towards Santana's waistline. "Don't worry, you're in good hands. No pun intended… I mean, not if you didn't want it to be." Brittany winks before hooking her thumbs into Santana's waistband and pulling her shorts and spandex down in one swift move.

Santana's cock sprung free and hit her stomach. Embarrassed, Santana quickly tried to cover it.

"Calm down," Brittany soothed, replacing Santana's hand with her own. Brittany's fingers wrapped around the shaft and started slowly moving up and down the length. Santana throws her head back at the contact.

This was the first time someone else's hand had ever touched her, and she must admit, it was better than her own. Brittany continued stroking Santana's cock, using the smalls bits of precum as lubricant.

"Fuck." Santana curses. She grabs hold of the bed sheets and clenches her fists tightly. There was a warm sensation in her gut and Santana knew that she was going to be close. To stop herself from cumming way too soon, Santana grabs Brittany's hand and moves it away from her. "This is hardly fair." Santana, now brave, speaks.

She flips Brittany over so that the blonde is now under her. She tugs at the bottom of Brittany's tank top and the blonde lifts her arms above her head as it slides off. Her skirt was the next to go, leaving Brittany in nothing but her thong and bra.

"Mmm, better." Santana smiles leaning down to kiss Brittany. Santana's hand wander downs Brittany's stomach, running over her abs, until it reaches Brittany's panties.

Santana ran her fingers over the clothed pussy and felt how wet Brittany was. This was also something Santana had NEVER done before. Santana hesitates for a moment and Brittany just stares at her. Come on, San, do something.Santana thought.

She slid her fingers through the sides of Brittany's panties and slowly pulled them down. Brittany gently kicked her legs so that they fell around her ankles and with one swift movement, they were on the ground.

Santana was nervous, to say the least. What if she completely sucked? Like what if she had no idea what she was doing? She swallowed the giant lump in her throat, continuing to stare off into space while contemplating what was about to happen.

"You're nervous." Brittany states, sitting up to face Santana. Santana just nods, looking around the room. "You know, we don't have to do this."

"No." Santana replies instantly, "It's not that I don't want to. I do, you're… uhm very attractive and… well, I guess…"

"You guess what?" Brittany cocked her head to the side.

"This is a one night stand, isn't it?" Santana asks.

"Not necessarily. Look, I get that your friends were trying to hook you up with someone… and that someone happens to be me. I know we've never met, but I've heard stories about you. Good ones at that." Brittany wraps her hand behind Santana's neck and presses a kiss to her lips. "This doesn't have to be a one night stand. I'll remember it in the morning."

"Okay." Santana replied. Brittany smiles and pulls Santana down on top of her. "What do I do?" Santana asks bluntly, and pretty embarrassed.

"Just kiss me and we'll go from there." Brittany breathes out, pressing her lips to Santana's once more. The kiss intensifies quickly, Brittany's tongue massaging Santana's. Feeling bold, the Latina reaches under Brittany and unclasps her bra.

Brittany breaks away from the kiss to discard of the article of clothing. Santana throws her shirt over her head, followed shortly by her sports bra. She leans back down to kiss Brittany on the lips.

Brittany's legs wrapped around Santana's waist as the two continued to let their tongues dance around with each other, the underside of Santana's cock sliding through Brittany's wet folds. Santana moans at the sensation of wetness and arousal that she is suddenly struck with.

As Santana's kisses travel towards Brittany's neck, Brittany reaches over to her nightstand, grabbing the condom Quinn and Rachel gave her. It was their way of saying "We want you to fuck Santana. Be safe."

Santana stops kissing Brittany's neck when she realizes that Brittany grabbed the condom. As she goes to grab it, Brittany slaps her hands away.

"Let me." Brittany smirks as she tears open the wrapper with her teeth, pulling out the latex condom. Santana nods and sits up, allowing Brittany to sit up as well. Brittany gently rolls the condom down Santana's shaft until it reaches the base. "You still sure about this?"

"Yes." Santana whispered, half convinced that she actually was ready for this.

Brittany laid back down and pulled Santana down with her. She moved her right hand between their bodies. She had Santana position herself between her legs as her hand grabbed Santana's cock. She gave it a few strokes before running the head between her folds, feeling herself growing wetter.

Brittany lined Santana's head up with her entrance and spread her legs wider.

"Okay, just push." Brittany said. Santana nods and slowly pushes the head of her dick into Brittany's entrance. The feeling was overwhelming for Santana, but she continued to gently push further into Brittany until they were flush against each other.

"Fuck." Santana muttered as she started to withdraw. She pulled out to the head and gently thrust back in Brittany, getting used to the new sensation. The rhythm was slow at first, but as Brittany started to move her hips in time with Santana's thrust, the pace took on a more moderate speed.

Brittany grabbed onto Santana's shoulder while Santana's face buried in her neck. Santana started to nip and suck at Brittany's pulse point, turning the blonde on more. "Mmm, fuck, Santana." Brittany moaned as her nails scratched Santana's back. Santana's thrusts got quicker and quicker, causing her to hit that spot. "San… oh god… I'm so close. Right there, baby."

Santana could feel her orgasm building up, surprised she even lasted this long. "San, I'm gonna cum." Brittany loudly moans out. Her walls clench around Santana's dick, making the Latina moan in pleasure as she shot her load into the condom. A few more thrusts and Santana pulls out of Brittany.

"Are you sure that was your first time?" Brittany jokes as she heavily breathes, wiping away the sweat from Santana's forehead and getting a glimpse of just how beautiful the Latina is.


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