Santana held her breath as her finger hovered over the "Send" button. Should she do this? The little butterflies in her stomach were telling her to. Closing her eyes, the brunette quickly jabbed at the button, her heart rate speeding up, hoping for a reply.
S: "Hey Quinn. Are you free today? I'm leaving for New York in 3 days and I was wondering if you'd like to go somewhere and hang out."
Bzzt. Santana felt her phone vibrate in her hand. She smiled when she saw Quinn's name appear on the screen, her heart rate even faster now.
Q: "Sure, come over to my place. I'll text you the address."
Santana could barely keep her nerves down as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door.
Quinn's heart beat faster and faster. Where was Santana? It had been 20 minutes since Quinn had texted her the address, and Santana had never replied. Then, suddenly-
Ding dong
Quinn jumped and rushed to open the door. As she did, she was met with twinkling chocolate brown eyes. Santana was wearing a cute pink blouse and skinny jeans that left nothing to the imagination. In her hands were a bouquet of golden flowers.
"Here," Santana gave the flowers to Quinn.
"Thanks, San. What are they for?" Santana blushed at Quinn's nickname for her. It sounded adorable coming from Quinn's mouth.
"Just for a pretty lady like you, Q," Santana winked. Quinn quirked an eyebrow and blushed, but she tried to hide it with a smirk.
Quinn let Santana into her apartment and quickly caught herself checking out Santana's ass. She left to find a vase for the flowers. Santana looked around. The apartment was small, but cozy. It had a modern style with an elegant twist. The kitchen cabinets were painted lime green to match the specks of green on the granite counter. The shiny stainless steel oven and sink sparkled under the beam of sunlight that shot through and partially closed window. One pink loveseat sat in front of the TV. There were little decorations here and there, but no pictures of Quinn or anyone else. Santana sat down on a wooden chair in front of the kitchen table.
"So, what brings you here today?" Quinn came back into the kitchen, setting the flowers down onto the counter.
"Well, the last five days, I've been pretty busy with teacher conferences and workshops and shit. I just wanted to spend my last three days with you," Santana said honestly. Quinn's heart melted with Santana's words.
"You're a teacher? That's cool. What do you teach?"
"Ninth grade English."
"You teach in high school?! But, you're, like, only 22." Santana smirked when she heard the number.
"I'm 25, actually, just like you."
"Oh, sorry," Quinn smiled adorably. "Anyways, since it's almost lunch, how bout I take you out to eat and show you around SF?" Santana looked straight into hazel eyes.
"That sounds great."
After lunch at a fancy Italian restaurant, Quinn took Santana to Fisherman's Wharf. The two girls walked along the beach, absorbed in their conversation, tuning out the rest of the world. Hands lightly brushed against each other as the two girls stared into the other's eyes. The cool ocean mist sprayed the girls' faces lightly, and the sand tickled their bare feet.
"So, Quinn, what do you do?"
"I'm a writer. I have some books published and stuff..."
"Really? I'm gonna have to read some of your books. You must be really good." Quinn blushed at the compliment and looked down.
"Eh...I'm okay," she mumbled humbly. The girls walked a little closer to the ocean waves. Suddenly, a huge burst of water crashed into the two girls, soaking them from head to toe. Quinn laughed at Santana's shocked face and dripping wet hair. She lightly pushed Santana towards the water again.
"Oh no, Fabray, you can't get me!" Santana stuck her tongue out as she teased Quinn.
"Then just watch me, Lopez!" Quinn giggled and started chasing after Santana.
The girls spent the rest of the afternoon getting wet and throwing sand at each other.
At the end of the day, the two returned to Quinn's car with dripping wet hair and soaked clothes. The only things dry were their shoes, but even those were full of sand.
"Ugh, my car is gonna be so dirty after this," Quinn groaned.
"Here, we'll just sit on our towels," Santana suggested. The two spent the remainder of the car ride in laughter, enjoying the aftermath of their day at the beach.
As they reached Quinn's apartment and got out of the car, Santana started hesitantly walking toward her own car.
"San? What are you doing? You can wash up at my place," Quinn suggested flirtily. Santana grinned and took off towards the apartment she was beginning to love.
As the two entered the apartment, Quinn cleared her throat. "Umm...there's only one shower, so..."
Santana immediately blushed. "Oh, okay. You can go first. I'll wait out here."
"Are you kidding?" Quinn exclaimed. "You're soaking wet! You'll get sick! Besides, you'll get sand all over my couch. Just take a shower with me." Quinn's voice slightly faltered as she realized what she had said. Santana looked flustered, too.
"Uh...um...ok, Q, whatever you say," Santana choked out after she recovered from her initial shock. She still couldn't believe what Quinn had suggested.
Santana followed Quinn in a daze to the bathroom. She watched as Quinn slowly took off her shirt, exposing more and more flawless pale skin. Her breath hitched as Quinn's long fingers dipped underneath the seam of her pants and pulled them down, exposing long legs and round butt cheeks. Santana's mouth went dry as she found herself imagining what she could be doing between those legs. But she mentally slapped herself for this. There was no way Quinn would want her the way Santana wanted Quinn. Santana shook herself of her thoughts and quickly got naked, too. She was unaware of Quinn watching her, mesmerized by Santana's fit body, her exposed abs, and her huge boobs.
Quinn caught herself checking Santana out again and stepped into the steaming water, letting the droplets of mist warm her skin. Santana came inside in front of Quinn, trying hard not to look at Quinn's tits. The attraction between the two was obvious and the atmosphere was thick. Quinn turned around, letting Santana latter soap all over her smooth back. She bit back a moan as Santana worked her magic, gently massaging the soap into the soft skin.
"You like this, don't you?" Santana whispered seductively.
Quinn turned around, her hazel eyes a shade darker. The tingling between her legs only increased as she gazed at Santana's full lips. Santana was turned on, too, and leaned forward, her boobs brushing against Quinn's tits, making them both shudder. Santana leaned forward until her lips were just above Quinn's, the two girls' breaths mingling together. Quinn's heavily lidded eyes were cast downward on Santana's lips, her heartbeat running wild. Dirty thoughts clouded her ability to think properly, and before Quinn could think about right and wrong or about the consequences of her actions, she captured Santana's lips in a slow, soft kiss. Her lips merely brushed against Santana's, but that was all it took for Santana to start kissing back, with more passion and more heat. Santana swiped her tongue on Quinn's bottom lip, earning a moan from both girls. Quinn parted her mouth, her tongue meeting the slick, wet, warm one of Santana. As their tongues battled for dominance, Quinn ran her hands down Santana's back, playing with her ass, and running along the sides of her stomach.
Santana started peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along Quinn's cheek and jawbone, traveling south until she reached Quinn's tits. She swirled her tongue around the hard nipple, biting softly and making sure to lick all of it. Quinn threw her head back in pleasure, breathing heavily. Santana let go of Quinn's right nipple with a pop and moved onto her left one.
"Please, Santana, please just fuck me," Quinn breathed out. Santana gave Quinn's boob one last kiss, smirking, and moved up to breathe in the blonde's ear.
"What do you want, Quinn?" she licked Quinn's earlobe and blew hot air into it.
"Fuck me, Santana. I want you inside of me, all of you..." Quinn could barely think; she was so turned on and wet, and not just from the shower.
Santana smirked again and gave Quinn a kiss before slipping her fingers between Quinn's legs, barely touching Quinn's center.
"Gods, you so wet," Santana breathed. She slipped her middle finger into Quinn's thick, wet folds. Quinn gasped in bliss. Santana waited for Quinn to adjust before slipping in another finger. Quinn couldn't take the waiting and teasing anymore. She started humping Santana's fingers, her mind full of pleasure. Santana, too, started pumping her fingers into Quinn, getting harder and faster with each thrust. She could feel Quinn's orgasm coming, and used the tip of her thumb to rub Quinn's clit furiously. Hips thrusted, fingers pushed, moans escaped. Quinn's head was thrown back, her eyes unfocused as her orgasm came.
"Santanaaa!" she moaned as she came down from her high. Santana pulled her fingers out, her eyes locking with Quinn's as she slowly licked them clean, one digit at a time. Quinn could feel herself getting wet again at the sight.
"It's my turn," she husked. Quinn turned off the shower and barely allowed any time for drying off before pulling Santana into her bedroom. Santana laid down on the bed with Quinn straddling her hips, one leg on each side. Quinn viciously attacked Santana's lips before moving down toward her neck, leaving a good-sized hickey there, too. Quinn fondled Santana's boobs, tweaking the nipples, which earned a load moan from Santana. She continued to kiss Santana's jawbone and collarbone.
"Quinn, now, please..." Santana whispered. Quinn looked into Santana's eyes, which were now black, before lowering her head to Santana's center, smelling her arousal. As she placed light kisses on both of Santana's inner thighs, Santana's hips buckled at the contact. Finally, Quinn ran her tongue down the entire length of Santana's slit, and a loud moan escaped from Santana. Quinn applied pressure to Santana's clit before delving her tongue deep into her folds. Santanas hips jerked up at the sense of pleasure. Quinn used her hands to hold Santana's hips up, giving her more room to drink in Santana's taste. Before long, Santana screamed, "Quinnnn!" as her orgasm came, and Quinn happily lapped up all of Santana's juices before placing a quick kiss on Santana's center one more time.
Quinn moved up and threw her blanket over Santana and herself. She looked deep into Santana's eyes and gave her short, sweet kisses on the lips. Santana's breathing calmed down, her eyes drooping from exhaustion. Neither wanted to think about what just happened. As the two girls fell asleep, entangled in each other's arms, the California sun dipped beneath the horizon.