So I know I "finished" this little story a while ago, but an anon left me a review with a request. And apparently, when my high level of procrastination coincides with extremely high levels of coursework, I take requests. XD
This is for Anonny, who requested: someone totally needs to sit on someone else's face while wearing one of those skirts. I hope you like it. It takes place during the summer before season three. Also, there's another part to this story that I started a while ago and never finished, but I might go ahead and do that at some point. Reviews are love.
chapter six
"Santana, as flattered as I am and as enjoyable as the first time was, I'm not sure about this," Rachel said, smoothing over the material of the uniform she was wearing.
Santana was lying on her own bed and Rachel looked around again, surveying the darkness of her bedroom. Santana's room was all shades of black and grey. The only light came from a lamp on the table next to her bed, and even it wasn't enough to light the entirety of Santana's bedroom.
Santana had on a Cheerio uniform, yet again. Rachel had heard through idle summer gossip that Santana and Brittany were cheerleaders again, and so she expected that when school started again in a couple of months that she was going to see a lot more skin from the two of them in their skirts. But this? Well, she hadn't planned on this. She should have known, though, that something was up when Santana invited her over.
And yet again, Rachel had gotten as far as putting a uniform on before her nerves got the best of her, settling in tight ball in her stomach and clenching uncomfortably. It didn't help that Santana was lying back on the bed, propped up on her elbows while she looked up at Rachel with hooded eyes and a predatory smirk.
Santana's hair was down, falling in waves over her shoulders and settling across the WMHS on the front of her top. Her skirt was as short as ever, its red strips of fabric fanning out over the tops of her thighs, showing off her toned legs. And was that -? Rachel spied a hint of lace peeking out from the top of her skirt and she was done.
She had Santana pinned to the bed, straddling her hips and leaning down to kiss her roughly because Santana could even react. After a moment, she began to respond to Rachel, pushing herself to sit up and wrapping an arm around Rachel's back.
"You went from 'I'm not sure' to on top of me in like, five seconds," Santana muttered against her lips, her breathe hot across Rachel's face as she smirked. Her other arm came up to pull on Rachel's ponytail, tugging it until it came free. She ran her fingers through it, gripping it suddenly and pulling on it gently until Rachel's head fell back, exposing her neck.
She laid sloppy wet crosses across the skin of Rachel's neck, trailing her lips up to her ear and nibbling on it. Rachel sighed and buried her fingers in Santana's thick hair. Santana bit her, suddenly, and she gasped, pulling away. "Santana," she said, rubbing the spot on her neck just below her ear. It was raised already and Rachel winced when she pressed on it. "That's going to leave a mark."
Santana rolled her eyes, slipping her hand underneath the bottom of Rachel's uniform top and scratching at her lower back lightly. "Whatever, just wear your hair down for a few days," she answered.
Rachel didn't answer, glaring at her and trying to ignore the feeling of Santana's nails. Santana rolled her eyes again and pulled Rachel's arm away from her neck. She had to lean up because of their position and when she did, Rachel was only just able to bite back a moan at the feeling of Santana's hips pushing up against her center. Santana's tongue darted out and ran over the quickly darkening bruise on Rachel's neck and Rachel was surprised when she even went so far as to lay a kiss there.
"It'll be gone in a couple of days, okay?" Santana murmured against her neck. "Chill out, Berry. There's this little thing called make-up."
Santana pulled away from her neck, raising an eyebrow. "Tina was telling me about this Asian thing you can do with a hard-boiled egg. I wonder if that works..."
Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "Tina?"
Santana shook her head, leaning up again and kissing the place she'd bitten. "It's not important," she said. "Now where was I?"
Santana nipped at Rachel's neck lightly and carefully. The hand she had in Rachel's hair slid down her neck and over her shoulder before eventually palming her breast. Her nails continued to rake at Rachel's back and she brought her lips to Rachel's.
Rachel kissed her eagerly, leaning down over her and forcing Santana to support her weight by pulling her hands away from Rachel and resting them on the bed behind her. Rachel unzipped the zipper on the Cheerio top she was wearing and pulled it off of her body, throwing it behind her off the bed. Santana, unwilling to keep her hands useless, ghosted her fingertips up Rachel's sides. Rachel shivered, goosebumps erupting across her skin.
Santana smirked again, brushing her hand against Rachel's chest. Rachel's nipples hardened and her back arched slightly towards Santana's hand. Santana didn't touch her, though; she continued to run her nails and her fingertips across Rachel's chest and sides lightly. Santana's eyes were dark as they looked up at Rachel.
Rachel surged forward, pressing their lips back together again, pleased when Santana fell back on the bed surprised. Rachel parted her lips slightly, running her tongue across Santana's bottom lip before she felt Santana respond. She gasped as Santana suddenly tweaked one of her nipples, squeezing it between two of her fingers. She flicked it with her nail and Rachel's hips bucked, sliding across the course fabric of Santana's skirt. The material rubbed at Rachel's thighs roughly and she had to resist the urge to grind down on the other girl.
Their tongues battled for dominance and Rachel's hands slid up Santana's arms, scratching lightly at the muscles of her upper arm and shoulder. Santana brought her hands to Rachel's legs, rubbing them up her outer thighs towards her hips.
"Fuck, Rachel, are you not wearing any underwear?" she groaned.
"I assumed they would only be a waste of time," Rachel muttered.
"So much for 'not sure,'" Santana said, covering Rachel's mouth with her own again as Rachel tried to say something. When Rachel tried to speak despite the fact that Santana was kissing her, she gripped Rachel's hips and slid the girl against her, raising her own hips up against the smaller girl.
Rachel moaned softly against her parted lips and it was probably the sexiest thing Santana had ever heard. "Rachel?"
"Mm-hmm?" Rachel hummed, resting her hand on Santana's shoulder as she pulled away.
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
"Not really," Rachel admitted, biting her lip.
Santana just barely managed to not scoff at her. Sure, she had tried to go all Lima Heights on Rachel a couple of times, and maybe she made fun of her sometimes, but she had been cool with the whole virgin-wants-to-fuck-her -n-her-uniform thing. They had that at least.
"Do you trust me about sex?" she tried.
Rachel eyed her curiously for a moment. "I suppose," she said carefully. "It depends on what you have in mind."
Santana shrugged. She stopped listening at "suppose." That was all she needed. "I promise that there will be nothing that will take away your virgin status," she said, lying down flat on her back.
Rachel, still straddling her hips, raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you doing?"
Santana urged Rachel to sit up slightly and take her weight off of the girl underneath her. Still holding her hips, Santana started trying to move Rachel up the bed.
Rachel didn't move. "I asked you what you're doing."
Santana dug her nails into Rachel's hips, making her yelp in surprise. "I'm trying to get you up here over my face, Berry," she said nonchalantly. "You coming or not?"
"Oh," Rachel said. "I'm not sure about that, Santana. You want me to...?"
Santana sat up again. "Okay, this is really simple," she started. "I'm going to lay down and you're going to slide your cute little ass up my body until you're straddling my face," she said. "And then I'm going to eat you out until you cum."
Rachel shouldn't have shivered, but there was something about the way Santana spoke - her voice soft and low, almost a purr as she whispered obscene things - that made it hard to resist her. Rachel put her hands on Santana's shoulders and looked at her for a long moment. Santana was smiling at her now, and Rachel realized that she was waiting for Rachel's permission.
Rachel nodded and was surprised when Santana dropped a quick kiss to her lips before lying back again. Rachel carefully wiggled her way up the bed, letting Santana's hands on her hips guide her up towards the top of the bed. She took a few shaky breathes and grabbed the headboard, mostly because she needed something to do with her hands.
She could feel Santana's breathe tickling her thighs and she could see Santana's hair peaking out from underneath the skirt Rachel still had on. Santana's hands moved down to hold her outer thighs and Rachel felt her tongue swipe at Rachel's clit. Rachel inhaled sharply and tried not to grind down.
"Always so wet,"she heard Santana say teasingly. She felt the vibrations from Santana's voice against her and looked down, watching Santana's hair move, shifting the skirt that fell over her with each swipe of her tongue.
She held the headboard tightly, feeling Santana's tongue against her, flicking her clit. Rachel knew she was wet, almost embarrassingly so, and she could feel Santana's cheeks against her thighs as she tried not to clench them. Santana's tongue moved slowly, languidly brushing over her and a moan slipped from her mouth. She felt the flat of Santana's tongue against her fully, teasingly near her entrance and she tried to pull away.
"Santana, don't you dare -"
Santana's grip on her legs tightened. "I'm not," she said, the sound muted. She hummed against Rachel, brushing her tongue over her entrance again. But her tongue was flat and she made no attempt to move inside her and Rachel settled again because, fuck, she couldn't have moved even if she wanted to. "I'm just tasting you," Santana said to her.
Rachel cursed and Santana's pace quickened suddenly, her tongue making broad strokes over Rachel's clit. Her hips bucked and Santana held on to her legs, steadying her. "Don't stop," she muttered, gripping Santana's headboard.
Santana moaned below her and Rachel cried out as the vibrations combined with the motion of her tongue. Below her, all she could see was red, strips of that unbearable uniform covering her thighs and falling over dark hair that matched the comforter Rachel was kneeling on.
Santana's lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on it forcefully, and Rachel was unable to stop herself from grinding down and crying out again. "Please," she pleaded, not entirely sure what she was asking for.
Santana seemed to know, though, her fingers slipping over Rachel's legs, scratching them in time with her tongue against Rachel's clit. Rachel body shook as she tried to stay upright, but Santana had let go of her and her hips shifted, her back arching. Her muscles clenched as she came, gasping and shuddering.
Santana's tongue slowed against her, moving only slightly and bringing her back down. Rachel's head fell to the headboard for a moment as she tried to remember how to breathe. Santana flicked her clit and she squeaked, her body jerking. She realized that she still had Santana pinned beneath her and moved away sheepishly.
Rachel groaned, embarrassed to see that Santana's cheek were incredibly wet, covered in her wetness. Santana was smirking, though, as she swiped her hand over her cheek before wiping it on the other side of the bed. "And that, my little virgin, is how you top from the bottom."
Rachel giggled despite herself. Santana looked incredibly full of herself, and maybe she had a right to be. But Rachel remembered the look on her face as she was bent over the piano and held up against the door. Maybe Santana liked topping, but Rachel was starting to learn that she liked to be topped, too.
She pushed Santana back down on to the bed and kissed her firmly, feeling the coarse material of her Cheerio top brush against her bare stomach. She settled between Santana's legs, her hair falling down around Santana's face as they kissed. She wasted no time in slipping her hand between Santana's legs towards the apex of her thighs.
Rachel's hand came into contact with the lace of Santana's panties and she could feel wetness soaking them. "Why are you wearing these? They're a waste of time."
Santana moaned as Rachel's fingernails scratched at the lace covering her. She reached down and tugged at the material, letting Rachel pull them the rest of the way down her legs. The smaller girl settled against her again, sliding a finger through her wetness.
"Always so wet," Rachel husked in her ear, using her own words against her. Santana gripped Rachel's shoulders, pulling her in towards a kiss. She was wet and it was uncomfortable; her thighs were sticky and she could taste Rachel still lingering on tongue. She didn't need to be teased.
"Shut up and fuck me already," she murmured, nibbling on Rachel's lower lip.
Rachel didn't need any further invitation as she thrust two fingers inside Santana easily and started a quick pace, surprised at just how wet Santana was. She hadn't realized that letting Santana taste her was such a turn on for the Cheerio.
Santana's grip on her shoulders tightened, her fingers sliding into Rachel's hair to pull her down into a kiss. Rachel pulled her fingers almost completely out before she pushed back into Santana, curling her fingers as she did so. Santana's hips bucked and her kisses grew sloppy and Rachel moved inside her, tilting her hand and repeatedly curving her fingers
"Fuck, Rachel don't stop, just like that," she cried, keeping Rachel's lips against her own but giving up on trying to kiss her. Not to be outdone, Rachel kept up their kisses, dipping her tongue into Santana's mouth as she continued to thrust into her.
Rachel felt Santana's muscles clench around her fingers and watched her face contort. Santana's grip on her hair was tight and she cried out again, calling Rachel's name as she came. Rachel didn't ease up on her pace, though, as Santana's body collapsed on to the bed. She swallowed Santana's cries with her mouth and kissed her as she forced her fingers to pump faster than before.
Santana's fingernails dug into her scalp and she pulled away from Rachel's kisses, throwing her head back. She came a second time with Rachel's name on her lips and Rachel's lips on her neck. Rachel dug her teeth into the skin below Santana's ear as she finally eased up.
"Now we match," she said, kissing the new mark she had left on Santana's neck. She pulled her fingers out of Santana, who winced at the movement inside her. Rachel kissed her on the lips again.
Santana let out a strangled laugh, feeling the raised bite mark beneath her ear.
"And now you can ask Tina about that hard-boiled egg trick for the both of us," Rachel smirked, watching as Santana's gaze fell to her lips and tongue. Rachel licked her fingers slowly, seeing Santana's eyes darken.
Santana grabbed her hips, rolling her over. She pulled her top off and hovered over Rachel. "Berry, don't you ever let me hear this 'I'm not sure' bullshit ever again," she laughed, kissing Rachel again.