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A/N: Got this prompt from a friend on FaceBook. Here you go, Luna!
Santana groaned in frustration at the Gleeks. This was a ridiculously boring game of Never Have I Ever. 'No one's done anything except me, Puck, and Britt!' she thought. They were all fairly sober, seeing as the game had only been going on for a half hour and again no one had done anything.
The rotation came around to Blaine, one of the only interesting people in the group, and the one who spit out the most random questions imaginable. He thought for a moment before stating, "Never have I ever gone skinny-dipping." Almost everyone took a drink; the guys because they all did it on that past summer's camping trip, and the girls because someone had dared them to at another party. The only ones who hadn't were Quinn and Artie, the latter for obvious reasons. Quinn, on the other hand, no one knew. Puck was the first to speak up about that.
"How the hell have you not gone skinny dipping, Baby Mama?" he exclaimed, nearly choking on his drink. Quinn rolled her eyes and didn't dignify it with an answer. "Oh come on! You can't seriously say you've never done it."
Quinn blushed. "No, Puckerman, I have never gone skinny dipping in my entire life." Another eye-roll. Puck looked exasperated.
"Come on! You've got to be shitting me, Fabray!" She shook her head. Santana spoke up next.
"Q, you seriously haven't gone skinny dipping?" A third eye-roll and another shake of the head. "Well, shit, Juno, you're doing it now!" Santana stood up and sauntered over to the blonde. She bent over and grabbed Quinn's hands, who, try as she might, couldn't yank them away like she had wanted to.
"San, no. Put me down. Now." Santana chuckled and shook her head, pulling the blonde to her feet.
"No can do, Barbie, you're taking a swim in Puck's pool in your birthday suit tonight." She grinned evilly and attempted to yank Quinn's shirt over her head. The girl squealed and shoved herself away from Santana.
"No. No no no no no. Not happening." Santana cackled. Quinn could tell she already had a plot in her head.
She was right. Santana tackled Quinn onto the couch, much to everyone's amusement and managed to get the blonde's shirt halfway off during the fight. And there was one hell of a fight put up; Quinn did not want to go skinny dipping. Not now, not ever.
"No, Santana, no." She struggled a little more before giving up with a sigh. Santana fist-pumped in victory before removing Quinn's shirt and starting on her pants. "San, I really don't want to do this…" She tried the diplomatic way.
"Too bad, Q, you need the experience. Besides…" Santana paused and leaned forward to whisper in Quinn's ear. "You'd look totally hot naked."
Quinn shivered and Santana grinned and hoisted her up. "You don't have to take your bra and panties off till we get outside, unless you want to give Puckerman a show…" Santana and Quinn turned and saw Puck, already drooling with his eyes glazed over.
"San, I still don't want to do this. I mean, there could be loads of shit floating around in Puck's pool. We all know how he gets around…" Quinn was getting worried.
"Quinnie, you're not seriously worried about getting an STD from a swimming pool, are you?" Quinn nodded. Santana looked at her and covered her face with her palm. "Chillax, Q, you'll be fine. Besides, if you get one, so will I."
Quinn's eyes widened. "Y-You're going too?" She looked mildly surprised. Santana facepalmed again.
"Yes, Blondie, I'm going to." She started pushing the other girl towards the back yard where the pool was. The Gleeks had already gotten back to their game, not even paying any attention to the two girls.
They went out the sliding doors and around the corner of the house before coming face to face with the largest in-ground pool Quinn had ever seen, and arguably the most beautiful. There were multi-colored lights coming from the floor, and a waterfall at the far end. 'Puck really takes his pools seriously,' Quinn thought.
Santana grabbed the blonde's hand and tugged her over to the edge before getting rid of her own clothes. Quinn stood and watched, mesmerized. She only snapped out of her haze when she felt Santana hooking her fingers through her underwear. She reacted too late, though, and they hit to ground before she could stop the Latina. She managed to push her hands away when Santana reached for her bra, though.
"I can do it myself, S, I'm not two," she growled out.
"Well get on with it, then, Juno. We don't have all year," Santana replied with just as much venom.
'How is she comfortable standing around naked like that?' Quinn thought as she unhooked her bra. She looked at the pool warily. "Uh, San, I don't think this is a good idea…"
Santana shook her head. 'Damn, she looks hot. I was right. As usual. Fuck, she's shaved. Get it together, Lopez!' Her conscience needed to shut its face, she decided. "Q, suck it up. Everyone's done it; you're the only one who hasn't. And it's not like you gotta stay in for more than like, twenty minutes. After that, I'm pretty sure they'll consider that a complete skinny dipping experience. Now come on, I'm freezing my nips off." She tugged the blonde towards the steps, pulling her in after her.
Quinn gasped at the feel of the warm water on her chilled skin. It came up to her waist. Santana had let go and started diving in and out of the water gracefully. The blonde couldn't help but stare; her best friend was gorgeous.
"Like what you see, Quinnie?" Santana said, teasingly. She pointed her index finger at Quinn and crooked it, beckoning her over sexily. Quinn felt her feet carrying her over. She was right in front of the dark haired girl before she realized that she was acting like a thirteen year old boy. 'Nice going, Quinn, way to be a horn dog. You're not even into chicks! Wait, am I? Argh! This sucks. Save the gay panic for later, there's a hot naked woman a foot away from you, Fabray.' Her musings were cut off when she felt Santana pulling her towards the deep end by both hands. She was grinning wickedly. Quinn could only nod, eyes traveling up and down the Latina's body and she walked them backwards.
Santana stopped them when her back hit the other end of the pool, next to the waterfall. She finally let herself look at Quinn's body, and she wasn't disappointed by what she saw. She knew the blonde was smokin' from what she'd seen in the Cheerios locker room, but with the lights and the water? Quinn looked like a goddess in her eyes. She couldn't stop her hands when they moved from Quinn's to rest on the girl's hips.
"San…" Quinn whispered. She wasn't sure where this was going, and if she were completely honest, she kind of wanted to see what would happen. Without thinking, because if she thought about it, she would figure out that what she was about to do was insane, she leaned forward and captured Santana's lips.
The Latina gasped in surprise, opening her mouth up subconsciously. When she realized what was going on, she snaked her tongue out and gently prodded Quinn's lower lip. The blonde let her own mouth open and thus started the duel for domination. There was fire spreading through both girls' bodies, and Quinn found herself arching into Santana, wanting to feel more.
Santana slid her hand up Quinn's breast, moaning lowly when she felt Quinn react to her touch. The blonde pressed herself even more into Santana, her own hands traveling up to rest on the brunette's abs, which were flexing as she tried to breathe through her nose deep enough so she wouldn't suffocate. 'Though at this point, I wouldn't really care,' she thought. She played with Quinn's nipple, moving her other hand up to do the same to her right breast.
Quinn was in heaven, it felt so good to have Santana touching her like that. Puck wasn't like that, he just plowed into her. She wanted to feel more of Santana. She broke their kiss to nibble and suck on the Latina's pulse point, earning moans of appreciation from the girl. She felt Santana's left hand travel down to her center and she bucked her hips, already feeling desperate for the contact.
Santana grinned. "You want more, Quinnie?" She was going to make the blonde beg. She knew it was sort of messed up, but she could care less. They would both remember it, and she had to make sure she was still a badass. Even in bed.
"God, yes, San, please." Quinn moaned hotly into Santana's ear. The Latina felt a rush of wetness hit her center. 'That's so hot.'
"Please what, Q?" she whispered, circling the blonde's entrance slowly, teasingly. Quinn bucked her hips into Santana's hand.
"Fuck me, San. Now."
The Latina moaned and thrust two fingers into Quinn and paused, letting her adjust. When the she felt the blonde nodding against her shoulder and peppering soft kisses there, she started thrusting slowly into Quinn's core.
"God, Quinnie, you're so tight and wet." Santana said sexily. She started going faster, using her thumb to trace circles around Quinn's clit. Soon enough, the blonde came, screaming Santana's name at the top of her lungs before slumping against her, breathing heavily. Santana continued thrusting gently, letting Quinn ride her orgasm out before pulling her hand out and licking her fingers, tasting a mixture of chlorine and the sweet juices of Quinn. She kissed the blonde gently a few times before helping her to the steps of the pool and sitting her down.
"You okay, Q?" she said, rubbing the blonde's back, who seemed to still be having trouble breathing.
Quinn nodded. "Yeah, I just never…You know…" She turned a darker shade of red than the already flustered pink she was.
"Really? Not with Puck?" Santana chuckled, mentally doing a happy dance that she was the only one to make the blonde come so far. She continued running her fingers up and down Quinn's back, loving the smoothness of her skin.
Quinn shook her head and turned a deeper shade of red, if that was possible. Santana grinned and said, "Well, we can fix that. We have all night." Quinn groaned and smashed her lips against Santana's, slipping her tongue in and exploring her mouth for a few moments before the Latina pulled away and got up.
"Come on, Quinn, we'll go in Puck's room, it's too freaking cold out here!" she said at Quinn's groan of protest. She threw Quinn's bra and panties, and her own shirt at the blonde, and threw on her jeans and bra before walking back over to Quinn, who was still sitting there, staring at her. She sighed and pulled the blonde up. She shoved her clothes into her hands and said, "If you wants some more, Q, you'll get dressed and come back in with me."
Quinn had never gotten dressed faster in her life.