"I dare you to give it to me."
Brittany cursed herself the moment the words slipped out of her mouth. Here she was, the girl of her dreams in her arms not minutes after confessing having feelings for her, and all she could think about was sex. But kissing Santana was worlds better than anything her imagination had exhausted itself fantasizing about and there was literally nothing she could do to keep her dick from throbbing uncomfortably within her boxer-briefs at the mere feeling of Santana writhing on top of her and rubbing her warmth so close. It was taking a whole lot of effort and concentration just to keep from jizzing her pants and it was starting to distract her from all of the wonderful kissing that was happening.
Luckily for her best friend, Santana's mind had been in the gutter for the better part of the last 30 minutes. She was putty in Brittany's hands and didn't know how to handle such complete lack of control over her own body as she continued to insistently press her crotch down against Brittany's obviously painful erection. She was mildly aware she'd just been asked a super important question but all she could think about was Brittany fucking her into next week. The thought alone was jarring. She'd certainly never felt this way with Sam or Finn or any of those other guys. Still a little disoriented, she quickly nodded her head and barely giving it any thought reached to undo Brittany's pants in hopes of freeing her from some of the discomfort Santana was obviously putting her in.
The move startled Britt and she quickly grabbed Santana's hand, squeezing to stop her. "Wait, um," she shut her eyes to gather her thoughts again, the fact that Santana had so easily agreed not even properly registering. "Are you sure?"
They probably shouldn't be doing this. They probably shouldn't be moving so fast when what they have is so special and they've barely just started talking about it. Brittany's horny as fuck but she wasn't exactly mentally prepared to take Santana's virginity tonight and suddenly the thought seemed overwhelming. She hadn't brought any condoms because why would she need them? And yeah, Santana probably has some and she's been on the pill for a while but shouldn't they talk about this first? "I don't have any condoms." Suddenly realizing how that probably sounded out loud she quickly backtracked. "I mean, we don't have to do it right now, right now if you don't have any, we could still do stuff, I just meant-"
Santana was smirking at her. Brittany was nervous and it showed and it was the cutest fucking thing she'd ever witnessed.
Unable to keep from smiling along every time Santana smiled in her direction, Brittany lost her train of thought. "What?"
Santana leaned forward and gave Brittany a sweet kiss. "You're cute."
Unaware of her own babbling, Brittany looked puzzled but continued to smile up at her nonetheless. Something stirred deep within Santana. A need to hold her best friend close and give her everything. There is no one else in this world she would rather be doing this with. "I'm on the pill," she whispered like it was a dirty secret and bit her lip, kinda hoping Brittany was willing to go where her mind just had. Before this moment, Santana had barely given any thought to having sex without a condom considering she wasn't even there with Sam yet. But for whatever reason the thought of Brittany cumming inside of her right now was making her really, really wet. Brittany's eyes grew a deep dark shade of blue and it wasn't helping the situation down there any. She could tell her mind was racing out of control by the way her entire body was slowly but surely reacting to Santana's suggestion. From the way her smile slowly shifted into disbelief and her face grew hot with want, to the lick of her lips and the squeeze of the hand still wrapped around hers still clutching the top button of her jean shorts. Brittany was turning into a squirming mess and Santana couldn't help herself. Before she knew what she was doing she was slithering down her best friend's delicious, still half-naked body until her knees hit the floor.
Drunk with lust and the look Brittany was giving her Santana smirked up at her, never breaking eye contact as she pulled Britt's hand away and began unbuttoning her, only looking down to find the zipper and pull down carefully, suddenly all too aware of the bulge twitching against it. Santana had often wondered what Brittany looked liked naked but never really allowed herself to give it too much thought before feeling wholly inappropriate for thinking of her best friend that way. She figured she should've been more nervous but mostly she was just really curious and a little bit fascinated. Being with Brittany so far had felt unlike with any guy she'd ever been intimate with and she was willing to bet this part would be as well.
To say that Brittany was freaking out would be an understatement. She'd fantasized about having sex with Santana so many times and so many different ways she couldn't have possibly never thought of whatever was about to happen next, but her brain was still short-circuiting around the fact that Santana had just sank to her knees and the implications behind that bold move. Regardless of what the goddess undoing her pants at the moment intended to do while down there, Brittany was dreadfully realizing she never accounted for being so insanely nervous and turned on in any of her wet dreams. She was so swollen that it was making her dizzy and she was sure she'd blow the moment Santana so much as breathed on her cock, a thought that was making her anxious.
Brittany took the opportunity that Santana was distracted with the task of unzipping her to pull herself together as best she could. She rested her head back against the couch and took a deep breath through her nose, trying to think about anything except how bad she needed to cum right now. Santana must've noticed because her hands slowed, pressing a soft kiss to her belly which made Britt jump a little in surprise, effectively distracting her from almost embarrassing herself for the time being. She kept her eyes closed and tried to relax, concentrating on the butterfly kisses Santana kept placing all over her stomach as she felt the pressure below lessen and Santana tug at her jeans for a little help. When Brittany looked back down Santana was smiling at her but not the same way she was before, like she knew she was driving Brittany crazy. No, it was Santana's excited smile. She was looking at Britt the way she always did whenever they were about to do something fun or break the rules, or both. Smiling back, she lifted her hips to assist her in tugging her shorts all the way down her legs.
They didn't need words to express everything they were saying to each other with their eyes. Santana couldn't believe she was getting to do this with her best friend, the one she'd talked about boys and sex to for the past two years, sometimes sparing no detail as to their encounters with other partners, always leaving her flustered and confused. Now they were getting to do all those things they'd always talked about to each other and she couldn't help the joy or the excitement coursing through her veins for finally arriving at this inevitable conclusion. Whether they were always willing to admit it or not, they've always wanted to be together like this.
Santana couldn't wait any longer, now that Brittany was breathing a little easier and some of the color had returned to her face, she took that as her cue to continue. She pulled Britt closer by the backs of her knees and reached for the waistband of her briefs, which looked every bit as sexy hugging at her curves up close as they had in the few glances she'd caught of her in the locker room when they were alone, the only time Brittany would ever undress out in the open. Santana had always tried to be discreet but now that she felt free to look she took her time. Biting her lip and never taking her eyes off Brittany's cock pulsating through the fabric, she pulled them back to watch it spring free, bobbing in the air from the motion before landing stiff with a loud smack back against Brittany's pelvis.
"Fuck."
Brittany hadn't been bluffing, she really was bigger than Sam. Not so much in length but in girth. Brittany was thick, way thicker than any of her toys or anyone she'd ever been with. Surely sex with Brittany would hurt a little more than anticipated, regardless of how much Santana had thought to prepare beforehand. Trying not to think about it too much, she wrapped her fingers around the pink shaft, watching Brittany's reactions as she squeezed a little on her way up to the glistening head, already streaming enough precum to help her hand glide down easier and back up once, twice. Brittany was holding her breath but held her eyes as she worked her up, up, up, twitching in Santana's hand when she swirled her fist around the head again and jacked it quick like that a couple of times. Brittany's head flew back and she moaned, deep and desperate, spurring Santana on to keep doing whatever she was doing to her.
Her best friend had bragged many times about her handjob skills and Brittany realized now she wasn't fucking around. Santana was sexy as fuck. That alone was overwhelming enough to the senses already. To watch someone as hot as her touching you like that was straight up mind-blowing. It was too much, she had to look away if she wanted this to last more than ten seconds. She didn't recognize the sound that came out of her as the back of her neck hit the couch but she had very little control over anything at the moment. She was at the mercy of Santana's glorious hand and - "Oh god, oh fuck!" Brittany yelped when she felt Santana's mouth suck the head of her cock into the most wonderful satiny heat she'd ever fucking known. She knew she probably shouldn't look but Britt couldn't help the way her head snapped back up to watch her, to etch this memory forever as the best moment of her life.
Santana took that as her cue to slide her lips further down, her eyes holding Brittany's as she sucked more of her meat into her wet mouth. She realized Britt was ready to nut any second but it was this very thought that had spurred her on. She'd never enjoyed doing this to someone so much. Watching Brittany was almost better than any pleasure she'd ever felt at the hands of someone else and she wasn't even touching her. Brittany's hands were currently clawing at her couch and for whatever reason Santana really needed them on her. Usually guys were quick to push her head down and nothing annoyed her more, but part of her really wanted Brittany to show her just how she liked her dick sucked. Santana moaned when the head of Brittany's cock hit the back of her throat and she looked down to make sure her hand was wrapped around where her lips had stopped. She'd been working on her gag reflex but Britt was bigger than anyone she'd ever practiced on and she wanted to be careful.
Right on cue, Brittany's hand shot up and wound up tight around her hair in warning as a tortured whimper escaped from somewhere deep within her chest. She was biting her lip hard and holding her breath but still watching Santana intently. Santana smiled mostly with her eyes before she swallowed around the head, clearing some of the saliva and precum blocking her airway before sucking all the way back up, feeling for any resistance from Brittany's hand.
Reading Santana's intent, Brittany gripped her hair a little tighter when her lips reached the head of her dick again and pressed down a bit to test the the waters. Sure enough, Santana's eyes smiled wider before she closed them all the way, letting Britt guide her head back down at her own pace. She was in heaven. No girl or guy had ever tried to make Brittany feel this good. They were all too preoccupied with the fact she had a dick to do a good job, but now Santana was slurping on it like it was slathered in honey, moaning every time Britt increased the pressure on her head like it was the best thing to ever happen to Santana and not her.
"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good."
Santana moaned deep at making Britt curse and call her baby. She'd always been a top but she'd never once imagined how good it would feel to let Brittany fuck her mouth like this. She wasn't being rough with her but she wasn't soft either, the tightening grip on her hair made Santana feel at her mercy while the tentative pace in which Brittany was pushing her hips up into her face told Santana she could make her blow at any moment she so pleased. She also decided that Brittany talking dirty to her was pretty much the hottest fucking thing ever. Her pussy was throbbing with need but all she could think about right now was how to keep Brittany talking until she came.
"That's it," Brittany encouraged her breathlessly, hypnotized by the steady rhythm of Santana's head bobbing up and down, "Mm baby fuck yeah, just like that San, don't stop, you're doing so good."
As if just watching Santana suck her off wasn't hard enough, her breathy little moans every time she swallowed around her cock were enough to make Brittany lose her mind. She began rutting her hips faster, desperate to feel Santana's throat muscles closing around the head of her dick when she came but still lucid enough to give Santana a heads up, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..."
When Santana didn't immediately push away, Britt took it as permission to grip her hair a little tighter and rut hard against her face once, twice, three times until she was filling her mouth with hot creamy cum and grunting. Her face felt warm and her hips were burning from the exertion and each powerful shot to the back of Santana's throat and then her tongue when she pulled back to milk Brittany with her fist was depleting her from every last bit of energy in her body. She fell back against the couch in a helpless moaning heap. "Oh my god!"
Below her Santana was still processing what she'd just done. That was the first time she'd ever let anyone cum in her mouth and she didn't even try to stop it when Brittany had warned her. She wasn't even sure she could do it but for the first time ever she'd wanted to try. It wasn't nearly as bad as she'd thought it'd be, the consistency was probably worse than the taste but Brittany didn't taste terrible, either. She came more than she'd expected but Santana just kept squeezing her and swallowing until Britt was finished and she could finally pull back to take a deep breath through her mouth again. Brittany's cock fell limp from her lips onto her thigh completely spent, still slick from Santana's spit and the last traces of her load. She climbed up Brittany's body panting and sat back down on her lap, heart still beating fast in her chest while anticipating Britt's reaction.
Brittany could hardly believe what had just happened. Santana's lips were still shiny with her seed when she reached for her face. "Come here," she beckoned closer and kissed her hard, licking joyfully into her mouth and moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue. She pulled back, still panting. "You're amazing. Fucking amazing. Thank you."
Santana breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. She felt silly for thinking it now but a tiny part of her was worried Brittany would think she was gross and not kiss her. "You liked that, huh?" Brittany nodded frantically making Santana giggle before joining her. She leaned into Britt's ear to whisper, "I've never done that before."
Brittany stared at the gorgeous girl above her in awe. She had no idea what she'd done so right to get this lucky. "Me either," she whispered back, fingers sneaking under Santana's dress still bunched up around her thighs until they reached her ass, squeezing and pulling her closer.
Arousal shot through Santana's body again as she bit her lip and settled against Britt, draping her arms around her best friend's neck. They sat quietly like that for a moment, trading breaths and basking in the after glow of sharing a first. Neither could stop grinning or blushing or staring at each other in wonder. Santana leaned down to connect their lips again and what began like a sweet dance of tongues became a heated battle in no time when Brittany's hands slowly slid her dress up over her ass and guided her to grind against her. She was a whimpering mess in seconds, realizing that she was smearing her arousal all over Brittany's belly every time she rubbed up against it but far too wound up to care.
Brittany was just waking up to the fact that Santana still had all of her clothes on. She was so ready to see her naked she forewent taking her dress all the way off and instead pulled back from their sloppy kiss just enough to pull the front of it down over her breasts, if only for the joy of watching them bounce free. Santana reached blindly behind herself to unclasp her bra and fully rid of it, never happier to let Brittany have at her tits. Her nipples were so sensitive they hurt and she hissed when Britt immediately bent her head to attach her mouth to one while palming the other. She sucked her nipple into a peak and tongued at it with greed, the delicious whimpers Santana was producing like music to her cock as it grew stiff again almost painfully fast.
Brittany groaned, pulling back to watch her. Santana's hair was still a mess from when she'd tangled her fingers in it to push her face down on her cock a minute ago, the vivid memory alone instantly making her harder. She reached for the breast she'd just been ravishing and squeezed both hands to watch plump olive skin spill between her fingers. "I've always wanted to do this," Brittany grunted against her neck and rocked her hips, groping Santana's tits like a dream come true.
"Britt!" Santana whined, "I need your help baby, please."
Dizzy from the needy way she'd just called her baby, Brittany for the first time looked down past Santana's amazing rack at where she'd been insistently rubbing against her stomach. Although she'd felt it amidst the sensory overload she'd been swimming in, the visual of Santana's soaking wet panties coating Brittany's belly with their sticky goodness was enough to snap her head back in the game. Her left hand abandoned Santana's breast in favor of moving the fabric aside to watch her fat pussy lips paint her skin. Both of them moaned, Brittany's right hand moving to grip Santana's hip and help her move. "So fucking hot."
Brittany had asked her best friend once if she shaved all the way like herself or just trimmed, so she'd kind of known what to expect. She'd jerked off to the thought of splitting those bare pussy lips with her cock enough times already but once again the fantasy didn't do the live version any justice. She made sure to commit the real thing to memory now, how silky smooth and hot Santana felt against her skin and the way her girl cum was slicking her clit every time she rocked forward. It was so pink and swollen Brittany couldn't help reaching over with her thumb and rubbing it tight.
"Brittany!" Santana cried out and pressed her body hard against hers, fingers digging into Brittany's shoulders while moaning loudly into her ear. She'd trapped her hand between them but Brittany could still feel Santana's clit pulsing against her digit as her body began to quake. Brittany reacted quickly and reached around Santana's thigh with her free hand to sink two fingers knuckle deep into her tight hole. Santana gasped and clenched so hard Brittany bit down on her collarbone and whimpered pathetically. She was already throbbing and aching to fuck her, feeling her dripping wet pussy's death grip on her fingers drove Brittany completely wild with lust.
Santana was mid silent scream, her body still convulsing violently as she came hard around two very long fingers, when the sting of Brittany's bite and the words she was breathing into her ear finally reached her brain. "I'm gonna stretch this pussy so good, Santana Lopez," Brittany swore on her life while fingering Santana through another mind-blowing orgasm, her dirty words making her impossibly hornier for her best friend's cock, "I'm gonna make it so good for you, I promise."
Brittany's hand was drenched by the time Santana collapsed on top of her, chest heaving and moaning incoherently in lieu of words. She carefully eased her fingers out of her sopping wet cunt and reached down to stroke herself, smearing her warm juices all over her cock. She desperately wanted to push her hips up and close the short distance, to sink into her velvety heat and pound into her for the few seconds that it would take to fill her up.
Brittany squeezed the base of her dick hard to keep herself from doing just that and ruining the moment. She really did want to make Santana's first time as good as she wished hers had been. Brittany's never had feelings for anyone she's ever fucked before and most of those times she was just taking her sexual frustration out on them for not being Santana, not caring much if their faces showed signs of pain or discomfort. But the thought of hurting Santana like that was kind of a turn off. As amazing as Brittany's sure it'll feel to be the first person to move inside her, she can't imagine being able to get off if Santana isn't enjoying herself, too.
Lying limp in Brittany's arms as pleasure overtook her body, Santana was resting her head on her shoulder and catching her breath while anxiously anticipating Brittany's next move. She was fully aware she'd been pumping herself dangerously close to where her fingers had just been before stopping, as if readying to sheath herself inside Santana at any moment. She was still nervous about Brittany's size but also ready to get the pain over with so she could enjoy as much of the rest of their night alone as possible. At least she was definitely wet enough to accommodate Brittany's fat cock a little easier now.
But instead of making her move Brittany just wiggled her arm free from under Santana to hug her close, stroking her hands lovingly down Santana's back until her heartbeat slowed back down to normal even though it was obvious Brittany still badly wanted her. It felt really good just to lay so intimately close with her best friend like this. Sam had never managed to make her feel this wonderful and Santana still felt kind of icky cuddling with him after getting each other off, even after months of exclusively dating. Pushing all distant thoughts of the boy she was only still officially with to the back of her mind again, Santana sighed happily and sat up to kiss Brittany passionately.
"You make me feel so sexy, Britt," she breathed into her mouth, still horny out of her mind when she felt Brittany's erection strain against her ass. "It's never felt this way with anyone before."
Eyes glazed over, Brittany reached up to caress her face reverently. "You're so beautiful, Santana. I'm so hard for you right now. I can't wait to be inside you and let you feel it, baby."
Santana moaned and licked into Brittany's mouth eagerly, aching for the very same thing.
"Let's go up to my room."
a/n: Thanks for the love! Happy 420!
