YES. this is a new story. NO. I will not abandon This Is Where We Collide, I PROMISE.
actually, the updates for this story will be slower than those of This Is Where We Collide, partially because I started this story for my friend who will be going to boot camp. I want her to come home to something...and well... let's get started.
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It started out with a kiss, just one simple kiss. That kiss turned into hunger and that hunger turned into throwing each other's clothes off and having at it like bunny rabbits.
"Right…right there. Fuck… keep going." I heard her voice say as my fingers were working their magic inside of her. Well, in and out of her, to be precise. I winced at the pain of her teeth sinking into my shoulder, stifling the sound of anymore moans emitting for the girl. She gripped onto my shoulders tightly, arching her back, and throwing her head back. Her blonde hair was strewn out across the pillow under her head. My pace slowed down and her eyes widened. "Don't stop." She practically begged. I grinned and thrust my fingers back into her, faster than before. I felt her nails dig into my back as she dragged her fingers down to my sides. Shit, this girl had fight in her.
This is normal for me. Well, kind of. I'm not saying that I sleep with strangers a lot, I'm saying that when I do, I know what I'm doing. I'm pretty sure being almost blackout drunk is adding onto the sloppiness of sex that most people enjoy. I don't know why, I don't really care. I do this every few months, just to get my fix every now and then. Always blondes. I always choose blondes, too. I'm not a huge sex addict. Don't get me wrong, I mean it's nice. It's not my life, though.
I found her at a bar…at least I think it was a bar. I'm not too sure, but 10 shots into my night, this blonde girl came onto me. We started making out wherever we were. She was getting pretty hands and before I knew it, she husked in my ear to go home with her, and that was an offer I wasn't going to pass up.
We're back at her apartment because God forbid I would let anyone in mine. The last time that happened, the girl stayed the night and I had a horrible time trying to kick her ass out in the morning. Seriously, she wouldn't fucking leave, I almost had to call the police. This is easier, after I get my sweet lady kisses on, I can just find all of my clothes and leave. I don't do sleepovers; they're the last thing I want to do.
I don't know what it is, but there's something extremely intoxicating about the sweaty, rough body contact that endures when I sleep with someone. The girl is placing sloppy kisses all over my neck and collarbones. Is it bad that I forgot her name already? Actually, I never got her name, so I don't feel so bad anymore. Her hands are moving around my sides and up my chest. This girl is making it hard for me to concentrate. I'm pretty sure by this point in the night, my arm's cramping up and I wished this girl didn't last as long as she did.
Another loud moan fills the room and I can tell that she's seconds from coming undone. She starts moving her hips more in sync with my fingers. 3…2…1… I feel her walls tighten around me as she lets out one last moan and breathes heavily as her orgasm finishes riding out of her system.
There's a cool breeze coming from the window that's slightly cracked open. Great, the neighbors could probably hear us. That's exactly how I want to be remembered. At least this chick doesn't know my name.
She flipped me over on my back and got up, noticing the open window. She walked across the room and shut it. I watched her body sway back towards the bed and I gulped loudly. She was so gorgeous. Well, at least in my drunken vision she was drunk. Oh god, I wonder what I look like to her. I'm completely wasted; I hope that this girl is super drunk so I don't look so sweaty and disgusting.
Bomb Pop.
It was the bar that I met her at. I remember going in and taking shots.
Tequila Slammer.
I saw this girl from across the bar. She was staring at me with this goofy, tooth grin.
Rattlesnake Shooter.
Throughout the ten shots, I kept looking at her.
Fire Shot.
She's walking over towards me.
Southern Comfort Kamikaze.
Her hands somehow found my shoulder and she whispered something I can't remember in my ear.
Y2K Shot.
We're on the dance floor, our lips only inches apart and our hot breath radiating on each other's lips.
Alabama Slammer.
Our lips connect in a hard kiss.
Horny Bull.
We're practically almost fucking on the dance floor.
Body Shots.
We're back at her apartment.
Screaming Orgasm II.
She just came.
I came back from zoning out only to find her straddling my thighs with her hand in between my legs. Oh god, you've got to be kidding me. I had been so distracted I hadn't even realized that this girl was now inside of me, something I hardly let anyone do. The last time this happened, I was in a relationship. Oh, fuck, she knows what she's doing. I'm just not going to show it. I try my hardest to keep quiet while this girl is going to town on me. Maybe I can just fake an orgasm so that this whole ordeal can go quicker and I can leave. Mind you, I am still shitfaced. I'll have to take a cab home anyways. Her fingers slow down and I'm feeling some odd sensation. This doesn't happen to me, ever. Did I just have to not fake an orgasm because I had an orgasm? I tried to let my breathing even out, but I don't think that was her plan. With one last thrust and a curl to the fingers, my body shook once more. Holy fuck. I thought as I attempted to quickly regain my composure after two mindless orgasms. She smirked at me as she pulled out.
Oh hell no, I'm not letting this girl get away with that without some payback. Quickly, I grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over so that I was on top of her. My lips attacked her neck, slowly making their way down to her chest, and then her stomach, and then the insides of her thighs. I was going to make this girl seriously beg for what she just did.
"Fuck." She moaned. "Please?" That's right, keep begging. I moved my kisses higher, knowingly skipping over her 'private lady parts' and kissing right under her bellybutton. I felt her squirm under me. "Seriously, just…" I kindly interrupted her by roughly inserting two fingers into her. Her eyes went wide for a second and I could see them water up a bit. I started out slowly, just to tease her. And to put her into ever more misery, I gently brushed my thumb over her clit. Her breathing hitched at the connection and I winked in her direction, smirk plastered to my face.
The second time to get her to cum wasn't as painstakingly long as the first. Within ten minutes, she unraveled under me.
I'm tired, I'm sweaty, I'm hot, I don't know what else I am. I'm still on top of this girl who is just staring blankly at me while I'm zoned out. I feel her hands snake around my waist as she pulls my naked body towards hers. Our lips connect and slowly move together while our hands roam each other's body. The bed is soaked in sweat and God knows what else at this point. I can't physically get up; this girl has just worn ME, Santana Lopez, out. The arm she had around my waist, lazily gripped my hip as we continued kissing. Normally, I would object to such mannerism after sex. I'd be in my clothes and out the door, but because I can barely feel my legs, I can't really leave. Her lips won't leave mine. I feel like a teenager, again, who would just make out in the hallways for hours on end. Only right now, I'm feeling slightly…
"San…" I heard a voice say. Wait…she doesn't know my name? How does she know my name? Why am I still here? Was I too fucking wasted to remember to leave? "Santana, wake up." Her voice demanded.
"Hmm?" I mumbled. There was a hand on my shoulder shaking me.
"Santana, fucking wake up."
"I'm up!" I angrily groaned. I was still naked in this stranger's bed. This stranger who knew my name. This stranger who's voice was oddly familiar. I turned around, tightly clutching the sheets to my chest when I saw her.
Oh shit… please tell me that's not… "Brittany?" My eyes went wide and a swallowed a lump in my throat. I had just slept with my intern.
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