I have to leave because I'm seeing a show tonight and really should have started getting ready half an hour ago, but I just had to finish this first because you guys have been amazing with reviews and stuff. Seriously overwhelming. So.. I'm kinda sorry about the ending of this chapter but there will be another, and I'm thinking about making it a full fic. I'll see. Enjoy! Seriously have to go now though. Lol. Baaii.
"So.." Santana began awkwardly, breaking the tension caused by Brittany's unusual silence. "I'm guessing the date didn't go down well." She said casually, looking at her nails.
Brittany sighed in disappointment and crossed her legs, looking up at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed. As much as the blonde wanted to say that it went great, it had been a complete disaster. She found herself becoming uncomfortable with the conversation.
"Did he do anything to you? I'll kick his ass-"
"No." Brittany cut in, shaking her head. "It's nothing like that. It was me, actually." She said, lowering her head in shame.
Santana cocked her head and frowned, watching her friend look so disheartened pulled at her heartstrings. Somehow Brittany managed to bring about a warmth in the latina that she couldn't express to anyone else. It was just one of the many things Brittany loved about her best friend.
"Well it's like, the second date, right? So he wanted to, you know, doit." Brittany said in an emphasised voice.
Santana scoffed at rolled her eyes. "Britt, you don't have sex on the second date. He's a total sleaze. From what I've heard he's got a small cock anyway."
"Not like mine." Brittany stated with a devious lopsided smirk.
"Uh-yeah." Santana agreed uncomfortably. Unintentionally making the atmosphere more tense than it was a few seconds ago.
Brittany grinned widely and leant back onto the headboard, continuing to stare up at the brown eyed latina whose cheeks were now a dark shade of red. It was the little things that she had started noticing over the years. Like any normal best friends they were touchy-feely. However, Brittany had never heard of best friends who make out and go to second base on each other on a regular basis, let alone have mind blowing orgasms from it.
"I was thinking maybe I should date girls, because I've always wondered what it would feel like." Brittany said quickly, trying not to blush. "Like.. down there." She finished unnecessarily.
"Really?" Santana asked, raising a finely plucked eyebrow curiously.
Brittany nodded carefully. "We fool around a lot, and sometimes I can't help but imagine what it'd feel like. People say it feels amazing, like the best thing in the world. I want to know if it's true." She explained, somehow maintaining an innocence to her words.
"Are you saying you want to fuck me?" Santana asked, in a tone somewhere between teasing and serious.
Brittany's eyes widened and she was quick to correct herself.
"No! No.. nothing like that. You're my best friend, that'd be weird." She explained, trying to convince herself more so than Santana.
Although slightly disappointed, Santana understood. But there was still a part of her that wanted to voice its obnoxious, selfish opinion.
"But we go down on each other all the time. Is it really that different from sex? Like.. what if we looked at it like practice. If you have sex with me, then you wont be so nervous with other guys." Santana said, trying to sound casual, even though her nerves were going crazy inside of her.
Brittany's forehead crinkled in thought. After all, it's not like it would be that weird if they had already done other stuff. Maybe she was just trying to convince herself that it was wrong when it's something she'd thought about a lot over the past few months. Along with growing older, a lot of other things have been growing too. With that, Brittany couldn't ignore her teenage hormones for much longer. She may not have been a guy, but her constant thoughts about sex were getting way out of control. To the point that almost all of them were about her best friend.
She'd lie awake at night, trying to ignore the rock hard tent between her legs. Sometimes she could sleep it off, but that only resulted in endless wet dreams and she'd wake up with an uncomfortable stickiness in her pants. If not, she'd have to masturbate the feeling away. No matter what, she couldn't escape the thoughts of taking Santana, hard. Talks around the table with the cheerios at lunch got her twitching in her special underwear at the way they'd explain what it was like to have sex. Plus the way Santana always looked so interested in the idea made her even hornier.
It made her think back to one especially memorable conversation, one in which caused her to make a very desperate trip to the school toilets as soon as the bell went.
"So like, I was out with Matt last night, and we totally got it on. He was so good, he knew what he was doing and once you get past the pain, it feels so good." One of the blonde, more skanky cheerios proudly explained.
Each of the girls earnestly listened in. Brittany couldn't help but be drawn into the conversation, as much as she knew it could cause her some repercussions on the lower end of her body. Oh how right she was.
"So how did it start? Did you guys talk about it, or what?" Santana asked, suddenly looking very interested in the topic. This didn't pass by Brittany, whose ears picked up on the question right away. She tried not to show her over the top reaction and brushed it off by smoothing back her hair, still very much hanging on every word.
"Pff, no. His parents were out and one minute I was giving him head and he kinda just got really hot and rough and said he wanted to fuck me. At first I was like whoa? What? But it was really hot the way he was in control. I couldn't say no to that." She said, shrugging.
Brittany's eyes had widened to the size of tennis balls. Not at the brash way she had explained it, but by certain thoughts of herself and a certain sexy latina in compromising positions. It had always been a fantasy of Brittany's to be the dominant one, especially with Santana, who was always so in charge. The thought of taking her hard, making her beg for more caused for a very embarrassing bulge to form between her legs. She crossed over her thighs and tensed. A common way she'd hide her public erections. For once she cursed how well Santana knew her, glancing over at her in concern before answering her fellow cheerio.
"That's totally hot. That's how I want my first time to be. Fuck that soft, sentimental shit." All the girls nodded their heads in agreement, whereas Brittany tightened her legs together and swallowed thickly.
"Britt, you ok?" Santana asked in a knowing voice, eyes darting between her legs and back up to a pair of lust coated eyes.
"Yeah, fine." Brittany squeaked out, looking away before more thoughts could harass her mind.
"Do you need some help?" Santana asked, her voice lowering and a hand reaching out to feel up Brittany's exposed thigh.
Brittany bit back a whimper and choked on a sharp breath. If her erection wasn't noticeable before, it was now, and the hungry way Santana was looking between her legs only made the situation worse.
"No, it's fine. I'll take care of it." Brittany said quickly.
Santana frowned, slightly taken aback. Brittany had always been willing, if anything pleading for her to help her out. But the true reason the blonde denied her offer this one time was because she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself after the whole sex talk. She'd probably end up taking things too far, and this was neither the time, nor place. Ever since, her thoughts had been raging with fantasies of fucking her best friend.
"Britt?" Santana asked, snapping the blonde away from her thoughts and back into reality.
Brittany shook her head and looked up at the latina. Realising that the particular memory brought back into her mind had made her extremely turned on, and there was now a prominent bulge between her legs, making her wish she wasn't just wearing boxers.
She sat up so quickly she may have suffered whiplash and hurriedly crossed her legs, as if that would hide it. But it was already far too late, Santana could see it, clear as day.
"So.. I'll take that as a yes?" Santana smirked, trying not to show her full excitement that was now raging between her own legs.
Brittany blushed, feeling just a bit humiliated about how easily she was turned on. She tried her best to think of things to turn her off, but with the presence of her best friend, smirking sexily in front of her, asking her if she wanted to have sex, was kind of a distraction she couldn't ignore. Ultimately the only thing stopping her from taking Santana right then was the niggling thought that her nerves and inexperience wouldn't live up to the latina's needs.
"I don't know Santana, what if I'm not good enough?" Brittany asked bashfully, cupping her erection, nervously trying to hide it.
Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Britt, if you're as good as eating out and fingering as you are as fucking, I don't think there'll be any problems." She spoke in a sultry voice, a voice she knew drove Brittany over the edge.
"So.." Santana said, leaning forward on her knees, grabbing both of Brittany's wrists. "Why don't you stop trying to hide the fact you're hard for me and let me change your mind?"
Brittany's chest was already heaving as she gave way to Santana's tugging at her hands and allowed them to be placed on either side of her. She watched intently as Santana brought up her hand to pull her loose boxers aside.
"Fucking hell Britt.." Santana gasped, eyes bulging at the length of her dick at it's full hardness. "Someone's had a growth spurt without telling me."
Brittany blushed and shrugged modestly. She didn't think it was the kind of conversation you randomly bring up with your best friend. "Oh hey, Santana, did you know my cock grew? Yeah it's like, huge, wanna see it?" Yeah, maybe not.
If anything Santana's reaction had been an understatement. Over a few mere weeks, Brittany had grown from 5'9 to 5'11. Those inches happened to compensate in her pants, too. Her dick stood a full height of nine inches tall.
"Yeah.. I googled it and it said nine inches is big, like it's not normal and that most girls can't take it." Brittany rambled, someone she did when she became very nervous.
Santana quirked a eyebrow. She was still and virgin, and was sure as hell someone like that would probably tear her in two, but of course she was too stubborn to admit it.
"Well.." Santana began, gliding her hand down the shaft slowly at first, teasing Brittany with a lustrous stare and tauntingly slow strokes.
"I've gone some googling myself you know? I've got a little friend who helps me, so I'm prepared, you know?"
Brittany gasped out in shock. "Santana you didn't tell me you had sex!" She exclaimed. But was quickly corrected.
"No! Ugh, Britt, I meant a vibrator. You know? Like a sex toy? Yeah, I may or may have not had an extremely humiliating experience to get it, but lets not go there." Santana aid, trying to brush off the subject.
"Oh.. Oh!" Brittany realised, blushing furiously at the image in her head. "That's.. kinda hot." She said timidly, looking down at her best friend as she continued to stroke her.
Santana raised her eyebrows. "How so?" She asked, picking up her pace for encouragement.
Brittany bit back a groan and flung her head back, attempting to form words as the sensation of hot arousal shot through her body.
"Y-you know, you.. doing that." She said shyly through disjointed words.
Santana smirked, picking up her full pace to Brittany's delight.
"Oh yeah? You like the thought of me fucking myself?" Santana teased in a raspy voice, causing Brittany to twitch with a rush of adrenaline and arousal, spurring her dirtiest thoughts to life.
"I like the thought of you fuckingme." She moaned out, her back arching.
Santana couldn't take it much longer, the shock and exhilaration of Brittany's words ignited a side of her she didn't know existed. Her arousal was almost painful.
"Oh yeah?" She asked, her voice an octave higher than usual. "Is that why you always take extra time in the showers after cheerios practice? Because you need to jerk off thinking about fucking me?"
Butterflies fluttered around Brittany's stomach as her orgasm drew closer. If only Santana knew just how right she was, and how much she still didn't know.
"Oh God, yes." Brittany admitted, bucking her hips in need of more. "And at night, sometimes between classes, wet dreams. Fuck-" She was cut off by a spurt of pre cum running down her length and onto Santana's hand.
"You're dirtier than I thought. It really turns me on. I bet you can't wait to fill me up and stretch my tight pussy. I can't wait to feel you inside of me." Santana moaned, lowering her head to lick the reddened, swollen head of Brittany's cock to taste her pre cum.
"But you're not cumming yet. Not from this." Santana said, stopping her movements and crawling up Brittany's body, straddling her hips and hovering an inch over her face, breaths mingling together through erratic panting.
Brittany's hands had a mind of their own as they came up and roughly grabbed Santana's spanks covered ass, squeezing firmly and pushing her forward for friction against her throbbing cock.
"I want to be on top." Brittany husked, suddenly flipping her over, switching positions before Santana could object.
"Ok, so that was kinda hot." Santana said through ragged breaths, staring up at a determined looking blonde. Her new-found confidence was just a tad sexy.
"Well you said you wanted your first time to be hot. So I'm gonna top you and you're gonna love it, kay?" Brittany said in a surprisingly un-Brittany like voice, far from innocent or her usual sweet self.
"Ok.." Santana said in an uncharacteristically submissive whisper.
They were both going to enjoy this, a lot.
