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Chapter 2
Holy Fuck. Just when Santana thought this beach less town was going to be boring. Sitting in a pew with
her family, Santana tuned out whatever mundane, lame topic was this week's theme at church, slumped
over thinking about the things she would rather being doing at that moment, such as Brittany.
She didn't know what was going on with her today. She had slept with her share of boys and at least
fooled around with girls. This was a weird feeling; she had never been instantly attracted to anyone
before. She committed uninhibited deeds due to her boredom. Maybe the move and lack of sea air was
getting to her head. She couldn't keep her legs still, shaking them constantly.
"Santana, do you have to go, or what?" Ella impatiently whispered. Santana started to nod no, until
Brittany got up from their front pew and sauntered out of the chapel. "Yes, I have to pee! I will be back".
Santana shot up from the pew the tension from her legs practically springing her up in the
Air, getting scowls from other families in their pews. Once she realized where she was, she softly
walked down the aisle of the chapel to stalk Brittany and her fine ass down.
Brittany didn't have to pee like she told her over controlling, anal parents. She was anticipating in
getting up she would get one more look of Santana and to relieve the pressure between her legs in
the nearest empty bathroom. Little did she know Santana was a few strides behind her. Brittany went
into the nearest bathroom, her heart throbbing like her pussy. A woman was in there changing a diaper
of a screaming overweight child. The Mormon church was known for families and an
Overabundance of children. The smell was enough to cause Brittany to back away fiercely, eyes wide
she backed away and crashed into the chest of someone, who enfolded their arms around her and
swiftly pulled her back into a dark, empty classroom; closing the door behind them.
Brittany twisted around hurriedly, thinking it was an obnoxious hormonal teenage boy being an ass
clown. She raised her hand as she spun around, ready to swing. "How many times-" Brittany hissed,
Santana's breath hitched; quickly grasping her by her small wrist. Brittany gulped, shockwaves spiraling
through out her skin, gazing down at her wrist; unable to breathe or form words. Santana chuckled,
freeing her wrist,
"Hey, you." Santana whispered fluidly.
"Hey, yourself. Why did you pull me in here?" Brittany croaked. A million thoughts were racing through
Brittany's head. She was by no means a "good" girl according to church standards. She had slept with
more boys then she could count on all fingers and toes, she had her fair share of drunken make out
sessions with other girls for fun. Never had she felt this way about boys but especially not girls.
"I was bored out of my fucking mind in there!" Santana grumbled
"What makes you think I'm not a good Mormon girl? Don't you think using such offensive words in the
house of the lord is disrespectful?" Brittany narrowed her blue eyes at Santana, clenching her jaw.
Santana challenged Brittany by aggressively staring back into those blue eyes with her chocolate colored
eyes.
They both broke down giggling in unison.
"I had better get back to my parents. Mom and Dad will start looking for me. They are control
freaks." Brittany rolled her eyes.
"Do you have to?" Santana whined, hooking her pinky into Brittany's.
Brittany looked down, surprised at first then smiled wide, liking how their pinkies looked, how it felt.
Even Santana's pinky was hot.
"I have to." Mom and Dad are strict; have to make sure I get as much brainwashing as I
can in a Sunday." She sighed, feeling so powerless.
Brittany wanted nothing more than to spend the day with Santana.
