The next morning, Santana is stressing on finding the right outfit. She's never wanted to impress someone like this. But there's something about Brittany. She's different. She goes through her closet until she finds her tightest pair of hip hugger jeans and a cute top.
Santana is the first person in class. She takes her seat in the back and puts her bag in the seat next to her. She gets nervous and wonders if Brittany really will be there today. Then she walks in. Brittany is wearing a purple mini-skirt, a slightly revealing white top, and beautiful heels. She looks amazing. As soon as Brittany sees Santana, her face lights up and she takes her seat.
"I'm sorry about the other day." Brittany says, looking down sheepishly.
"It's okay. Are you okay? I was just worried about you."
"Yeah, I'm alright. I just felt…different. I don't know how to explain it."
Santana wonders what that means. She wishes Brittany meant she felt how she does. "You want to practice some more before tryouts?"
"I think I would like that," Brittany says with a flash of a smile.
Later on that night they meet up again. Santana is a little late this time. She walks in to find Brittany dancing. And WOW. That girl can dance!
"Wanna teach me something?" Santana asks.
Brittany is embarrassed at first. But then she realizes this is a great time to test Santana.
She grabs Santana by the waist and pulls her in front of her. Santana freezes for a second. "Is this really happening?" She thinks. "No, she's probably just teaching me a few things." The Brittany starts to guide their hips from side to side, her hands never leaving Santana's hips. Santana's shirt rides up a little and Brittany moves her hands onto Santana's skin. This is different. Santana has danced like this with guys before. But this, this is exciting. There's just something more…satisfying about it. She grinds her ass back onto Brittany. It was like their bodies were meant for each other. They fit perfectly together.
Santana turns herself around, looking into Brittany's eyes. There's something there. Is she feeling the same way? Does she have that desire burning inside her?
They continue to dance and grind to the music Brittany has put on. They completely forget about cheering. Which is completely okay with Santana. She's been wanting this since she laid eyes on Brittany and isn't about to stop it now.
When they finish all the music, Brittany smiles down at Santana. "You were great by the way," She says, winking.
Santana blushes slightly. "Thanks. You're amazing! That was just…wow!" She can't believe she just said that. She's a little embarrassed now.
"I need to get home and shower. We should do this again some time."
Oh…My…Fucking…Sweet...Lord…Jesus…Just the thought of Brittany in the shower! That is a nice thought! "Yeah…Definitely!" Santana squeaks.
Brittany hugs Santana before she leaves. Santana sinks down the wall and waits for herself to wake up. Except she doesn't. This isn't a dream. That really happened. Does Brittany feel the same way? She wants to ask her. But what if Brittany was really just dancing because Santana asked her to? Either way, she had a wonderful time. She could still feel Brittany's hands on her skin.
Santana goes home in a daze. When she gets to her room, she gets some clothes ready before taking a shower. As she's washing up, she can't help but think about Brittany's body and the way she held Santana while dancing.
When she gets out of the shower, she texts Brittany. "Hey. Just got home. Thank you for tonight. You were really great : )"
Brittany smiles at the text and replies, "Hey. Glad you had a good time. I really can't wait to do that again. I'm about to get in the shower. See you at cheer tryouts?"
"Of course : ) See you then." Santana lies down. She really needs to get some rest for tryouts. But the thought of Brittany in the shower keeps her awake, thinking of all the things she wants to do with her.
The next day, Santana gets up early to practice her routine a few more times before leaving. She meets Brittany at her house and they go together, wishing each other good luck and singing along to the radio.
After tryouts, they meet in the locker room. Brittany slowly undresses to take a shower there. "You coming, San?" Brittany says, winking.
Santana is nervous but so excited. "Sure. Just let me grab a few things." She goes to her locker to get her body wash and shampoo. When she walks in, most of the other girls are already in the showers. Brittany sticks her head out when she hears Santana walking in. "You can share mine if you don't mind."
Santana's mind races. She has to fight the urge to just run into Brittany's shower stall and take her under the hot streaming water. Santana picks up her shampoo. "Can I do that?" Brittany asks, reaching for her hand. "Umm…Sure." Santana replies, giving her the bottle.
Brittany places a little in her hands and starts to work her fingers into Santana's long, black hair. She uses her nails to massage her scalp. Santana can't hold back. She lets out a small moan. Brittany brings her hands down to Santana's hips to guide her back into the water. She continues the massaging as she rinses Santana's hair. Santana closes her eyes and gets lost in the feeling. When Brittany is sure all the shampoo is out, she reaches over to get her loofah and puts her body wash on it. It smells like strawberries, like Brittany. Brittany brings it up to Santana's shoulders and starts to slowly wash her body. She trails down Santana's back, presses her body against Santana so she can reach around her. Santana leans back into Brittany and lets out a sigh. Brittany presses closer, kissing Santana's shoulder to her neck. Santana is shocked at first. But she starts to relax. She grabs Brittany's hand and slides it down her stomach, drifting lower and lower. Brittany turns Santana around and pushes her up against the shower wall, forgetting about everyone else.
Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's neck, pulling her as close as possible. Brittany kisses her deep, her hands reaching up to cup Santana's beautiful breasts. Santana moans against Brittany's lips, sliding her hand down to Brittany's thighs. She slowly draws little patterns up her thighs, getting closer and closer. She slips her hand between Brittany's legs and just barely touches. Brittany moans against Santana's neck. Santana teases Brittany, wanting to see her fall apart. Santana pulls away, kissing Brittany's neck, her beautiful, full chest, her stomach, down to her thighs. She parts Brittany's legs a little more and slowly slides her tongue across Brittany's clit. Brittany has to lean against the wall to keep her balance. Santana stands back up, winking at Brittany. Brittany moves closer to Santana and nibbles at her ear lobe. "I want you so bad, Santana. I've wanted you since the moment you introduced yourself to me. Please, I need you," She whispers into Santana's ear.
Santana melts as she hears these words. All of a sudden she gets this sudden wave of dominance over her. She pushes Brittany back against the wall and drops to her knees. She lifts Brittany's right leg and lets it rest on her shoulder. Santana glides her tongue up her thighs, teasing Brittany a little bit more before letting her tongue slip over Brittany's dripping pussy. Brittany's hands fly down and tangle into Santana's hair. She's trying to stay still but Santana knows how to find that little button that drives her wild. Brittany has to try not to grind down onto Santana's tongue. Santana uses one hand to explore Brittany's gorgeous body. She uses her other hand to slowly slide up the inside of Brittany's thigh, circling her tight entrance.
She tightens her free hand onto Brittany's hips, gliding a finger into the taller blond. Brittany lets out a loud gasp and can't help but to grind down against Santana. She flicks her tongue faster, adding another finger. She curls them inside Brittany and feels her getting close. "Oh, fuck! Santana. Right there!" Brittany moans. Her muscles tighten around Santana as she rides out this fantastic orgasm. Brittany slides down the wall and kisses Santana passionately, letting the warm water pour over them.