Rachel's POV
"Fuck baby hurry" she moaned thrown the face down across the dining room table.
"I thought I told you not to wear panties today" Santana growled shoving her jeans and briefs down to her ankles her large manhood proudly standing up.
"I had practice" the Broadway singer said moaning as the Latina plunged two fingers in her dripping cunt. She had been waiting for this all day. "Fuck you make me feels so good" she groaned arms gripping the edge of the table.
She knew this was wrong no matter how good it felt and god did it feel so good.
Not only was Santana one of her closest friends she was the best friend of her girlfriend of almost eight years. She and Quinn have been together since they were juniors in high school and never would she think that she would be bent over a table cheating on her with Santana of all people.
They barely liked each other in the beginning and it took them moving to New York for them to actually see they had a lot of in common and become friends, and for years that's exactly what they were.
Friends.
Until a year ago:
Rachel was pissed. This was the fifth time Quinn has cancelled on her to go to some studying group or something and she was fed up. Of course she supported her girlfriend getting her law degree and was proud every time she got an A in her class, but lately that's all Quinn seemed to be worried about.
They barely saw each other or went out on dates anymore. The only time she saw her was when she was coming in from the library or back from class. And every time she would make room for them to hang out or spend the day with each other the blonde would have a paper to write or case to study.
And don't get her wrong she knew how hard law school was and was understandable whenever she had to cancel, but damn it tonight was a big moment in her life.
She was starring in her first show and sure it may have been off Broadway, but it was something, and tonight was opening night and she counted on the blonde to be there. Quinn had promised that she would, and not once did she see her in the audience.
She spent months working on the show and for the past two weeks all she did was talk about it. This was going to be her official coming out to the Broadway stage. She wasn't just an understudy, or a chorus girl in the back she was the lead. She was an actual lead in an actual Broadway production and what she wanted more in the world was for Quinn her girlfriend since high school to be there.
Even if it was for a moment. Even if she could only stay for five minutes it would mean the world to her, but she didn't show and she didn't even bothered to call, and when she asked her about later that night all the blonde did was say she had to study and would show up to the next show.
And the next show.
And the next.
It had been two weeks since opening night and Quinn didn't even make an attempt to show up even if they did two performances a day three times out the week.
Hell Kurt and Santana had saw the show three times already, and the blonde still couldn't stop studying for two hours to come see her girlfriends show.
"I just don't get it" the brunette ranted. "I'm there for all her things. All her award ceremonies and dinners with the deans, and not once does she care to show up for something that's for me" she growled pacing back and forth.
"Law school is hard" Santana shrugged watching the women pace her office studio for the past hour.
"So because I'm not in law school I don't matter!" the brunette yelled.
"I thought she was supposed to see it on Thursday" Santana said.
"Me too" Rachel replied collapsing on the couch. "I got her tickets and reserved the seats and she cancelled at the last minute saying something about an emergency study group" she sighed.
"Ouch" the Latina quipped.
"I'm just sick of it" the brunette cried collapsing on the leather couch.
"Well go tell her" Santana laughed looking over some messages on her computer.
"I have" Rachel protested. "And every time she promises to show up, but never does" she added reaching for the glass of champagne and taking a sip.
That's the one thing she loved about going to Santana's studio. Not only did she get to record tracks for free, but she also got free drinks and right now she needed a drink.
"Don't know what to tell you then Rach" Santana shrugged. Quinn was her best friend, but even though she was busy traveling the world in search for talent she had even found time to see the brunettes show.
And it wasn't like it was horrible. It was actually pretty funny and though most of the singing could be better Rachel clearly stole the show with her talent and voice. It was a good show and Quinn should've shown up on opening night or the next night after.
"Enough about me, what were you working on earlier?" Rachel asked sitting up.
"You mean before you barged into my office and started yelling about my best friend" the Latina quipped causing the brunette to blush.
"Shut up" Rachel muttered. She didn't mean to barge into the raven haired girl's work place, but she was just so pissed and needed to vent with someone and Kurt was back in Lima for the weekend and of course she wasn't talking to Quinn right now.
"Upstairs wanted me to listen to some tracks" the Latina said flashing the girl a quick smile to let her know she was joking.
"Ooh a new artist" Rachel giggled climbing off the couch and stumbling to the sound board. She may have been slightly tipsy, but she could still judge a singer.
"Some teen guy they think might be the next Justin Bieber" the Latina shrugged as her best friend played the track both of them wincing when the sound of his voice began to filter through the speakers.
"More like Sam" Rachel muttered quickly cutting it off. "That's horrible San"
"I know" the Latina laughed standing up. "But the boys upstairs want me to make it sound good" she informed.
"You're going to need more than magic to make him sound good" Rachel laughed. "I never knew you could be off-key and flat at the same time" she joked.
"You'll be surprised" Santana smirked walking up behind the brunette pressing herself against her back.
"How are you going to fix it?" Rachel question leaning into the Latinas frame. To most people their closeness would freak each other out, but Rachel and Santana were both very affectionate people.
"Same way they made Zac Efron sound good in High School Musical" the Latina joked.
Rachel busted out laughing turning to face the Latina her breath hitching when she realize how close they were.
"What's wrong?" Santana asked seeing the surprise in her face.
"Nothing" Rachel whispered. "You're just very beautiful" she let slipped.
"And you're drunk" Santana grinned. Obviously the girl had way too much champagne as her hands leaned against the soundboard boxing the girl in.
"Shut up" the brunette shyly muttered. "Is this how you get all those girls to sleep with you" she added with a smirk. Now that they were close friends she often teased the Latina about how she had a revolving door of women at her disposable.
"No" Santana shook her a head "This is how" she added pressing her hips against the brunette letting her feel her hard length a matching smirk on her face.
"Fuck" Rachel moaned her head lolling back. She was very familiar with the Latinas appendage especially when they first moved in together and she noticed the women's affinity for walking around in just her bra and boxers and sometimes just the boxers.
"We can" Santana moaned leaning down and softly sucking at the brunettes pulse point. She may have failed to mention how tipsy she actually was because she would have never done this in her right mind.
Rachel Berry was her good friend, but most importantly she was her best friend's girl and there were just somethings you can't do.
"Oh god" the singer moaned losing herself in the sensation of the Latinas lips. She moved her hands around wrapping around the Latinas back and the other gripping her large appendage both of them moaning at the touch.
Rachel loved a good strap-on and after her first time using it they became a common staple in her and Quinn's bedroom drawer. They had all kinds of sizes so she couldn't help herself if she thought about having something this big and warm inside her.
"Fuck" she hissed as Santana raised her up and sat her on the sound board pushing her skirt up around her waist. Her hands roamed the Latinas back wrapping her legs around her waist and pulling her flush against her open legs.
"Are you wearing a thong?" the Latina darkly chuckled in her ear as her fingers grew closer to her center causing the singer to practically gush at the sound of her deep and husky voice.
Rachel didn't care to reply she just grabbed the producer by her hair and slammed her lips against hers. It's been months since she had sex and right now all she wanted was a good fuck. "Shut up and fuck me" she growled once they pulled away from each other's lips gasping for air.
Both of them fumbled with the Latinas belt and jeans fighting over to get them off as quickly as possible and when they finally freed the member all she could do was moan at the sight.
Santana had the perfect penis. Even if the only penis she ever had was Finns and the couple of toys she kept in her drawer she knew from looking at it that it was perfect. It was thick, veiny, cut, long and her mouth watered at the sight of it.
"Fuck you're going to put that in me" Rachel moaned staring it down licking her lips as she noticed the small drops of pre-cum oozing out of it.
"Don't worry it'll fit" Santana growled grabbing the singers thighs and spreading them open. "Keep like that" she instructed. "And get rid of these" she growled ripping the brunettes thong clearing her way.
"Oh god" Rachel moaned.
"Just call me Santana" the Latina winked one hand on the girl's thigh and the other on her dick. She moved in so that her tip was brushing against the singer's clit eliciting a moan from her for doing so. Most girls had to be eased into taking her size and since Rachel had been in a relationship with women for seven years she knew she had to be careful.
She worked the tip of her dick on the brunette's clit circling it before moving down to her pussy grinning when she was already met with wetness and heat.
"Please San" Rachel begged as the Latina circled her opening and seconds later when she felt said Latina slide the tip inside her she knew she was hooked. "Oh god" she practically sobbed in ecstasy and an act that surprised the hell out of Latina she pushed up taking in the producer until they were flushed against each other.
"Oh my god" Santana gasped in shock. Never had she have a women do that to her. She was big in a lot of ways and most people needed time and a lot of warming up before they could take half of her let alone all of it.
"Yes!" Rachel hissed and this time to the shock of both of them she squirted moaning out the Latinas name.
"Jesus Christ Rachel" Santana said in pure shock as her dick was encased with a wave of heat and wetness her lower half covered in the light sheen of cum that was she able to expel around her dick and out of the women's pussy.
"Please" Rachel begged head and arms thrown back on the sound board she moaned as her body, mind, and spirit were assaulted with pleasure. She had never felt anything like this in her entire life. They had barley started and she was seeing stars. It was too much, but god she didn't want it to stop. "Please fuck me San" she repeated her voice more desperate than ever.
"Okay" Santana nodded clearing her throat and coming out of her shock. She firmly gripped the singers thighs slowly pulling out her eyes immediately closing at the sensation of being in and coming out of the singer and just when she pulled out until just the hair of her top was buried in the singers tight channel and pushed back in.
"Oh my god!" "Yes!" both of the screaming and right then both of them were hooked. Never had either one of them felt something so good. Rachel and Quinn's sex life was far from bad when they could actually make the time to have it, and Santana had been with a lot of women will all kinds of skills, in a lot of places, but never had anything like this.
"Fuck me San" Rachel begged her voice desperate and wanting. "Please fuck me" she cried thrusting her hips to match the Latinas slow pace, and with her begging and moaning like that was all it took to have her revved and roaring.
Santana growled pulling out and forcing her way back her mind now locked on one thing and one thing only. She harshly thrusted in and out hands digging in the brunette's thighs as her rock hard dick assaulted the singer pussy.
"Yes!" Rachel screamed. "Fuck me! Right there! Don't fucking stop!" she goaded and in a move that shocked the producer she lifted her legs up and threw them over the Latinas shoulder giving Santana and her dick deeper access to her pussy that had her crying in ecstasy.
And so it went on.
They fucked all over the room. On the soundboard. The desk. The couch. The floor. Against the studio wall. Rachel had even ridden the producer while she was sitting in the office chair.
Every inch of the place they could do it on they did, and for hours on end, and in every position imaginable.
And if Rachel thought she was hooked on the feeling of Santana's dick inside her she went crazy once she finally got a taste of the producer and spent an hour on her knees letting her throat be fucked and swallowing three loads from her.
It was the best sex both of them ever had in their lives and not once did they think about Quinn or what this would mean for their relationship with the blonde.
All they cared about was being together, and when Santana shot her load deep in the brunette's pussy for what had to be the tenth time that night/morning they passed out with large happy smiles on their faces.