just keep swimming, just keep swimming... idk, it was in my head as i decided to upload this chapter.
anywho... i know there are those that are anti-Quinntana, i've already pointed this out in one of my previous A/N and i'm sorry again but i aint gonna lie... it's all up in here. but like i said, be patient my little grasshoppers because 'Brittana comes to those who wait'... that may be my new catch phrase.
anyway enjoy:)
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The Fabray house, Santana decides, is the best place to get her mack on after school. Quinn's parents are both still at work and don't come home until 4:30pm which gives her more than enough time to try and explore her girlfriend further, try being the operative word.
Currently the couple is in the den sitting on the love seat making out and Santana is so happy that the blonde had quickly shed her binding Cheerio's uniform and changed into, more easily accessible clothing. The t-shirt she's donning makes it much easier for Santana's hand slip underneath and she smiles against her girlfriend's lips when she realizes she's not wearing a bra.
"Mmm." A high pitched moan escapes Quinn's mouth and Santana revels in the way the sound tastes on her tongue and she greedily kisses the girl a little harder. She squeezes her hand experimentally trying to get the blonde to make that sound again.
She shifts in her seat as she feels herself getting aroused at the soft flesh in her palm and under her finger tips and she pinches the hardened nipple gently. Quinn's hand coming to her thigh catches her attention but she is able to keep her cool and not pop her eyes open at the welcome surprise. Her hips move forward of their own accord and she hears as well as feels the blonde giggle at this.
"What?" Santana smiles a sigh into their kissing. The blonde pulls her lips from her girlfriend's and starts kissing down her jaw line until reaching her neck where she peppers her with soft kisses.
"Someone's anxious." Quinn comments in that airy voice she gets when they've been making out for an hour or so.
"Sorry." The Latina apologizes but Quinn merely shakes her head as she continues to assault her neck with the faintest of kisses and keeps her hand slowly moving up and over.
"Don't be." She whispers into Santana's ear and the shorter girl can feel a shiver go through out her whole entire body.
Tugging on Santana's ear lobe with her teeth she places one final sweet kiss to the skin just below it before pulling back with a grin. The Latina's hand slips from underneath her shirt during the movement and they both whimper at the loss of contact instantly. Santana watches carefully as Quinn's gaze falls from her eyes and to her belt buckle where the blonde's hands now are.
Skillfully, the blonde's fingers unbuckle the belt and swiftly, almost effortlessly, unbutton the Latina's jeans within mere seconds. Santana looks back up to meet those glazed over hazel eyes, her own brown eyes as wide as saucers. Quinn slowly leans in to place a gentle kiss to her girlfriend's lips before pulling back and hooking her fingers underneath the fabric of her jeans.
Santana swallows hard and complies easily enough, lifting herself up from the couch so that she can help Quinn pull her jeans down. They stop at her knees because, they are in the den after all and heaven forbid there's a parent ambush, she has enough time to pull them up at a moment's notice. When she sits back down she looks back down at her underwear which are slightly bulging at her groin but thanks to the specific underwear she has on it's barely noticeable which is great except that it hurts like hell right now.
"Those too." Quinn says before leaning in to press her lips to the crook of Santana's neck. After recovering from the goose bump attack Santana tucks her thumbs into the waist band of her under wear, lifts herself from the couch once more and yanks her underwear down, enough to free her from the confines of a whole school day and then some.
"Ugh." She lets out as her member is freed and bounces against her stomach briefly as she sits back down. Her eyes look up to meet Quinn's but she finds those hazel eyes locked on her growing erection.
"Santana." Quinn breathes out desperately and swallows the lump that has formed in her throat. The Latina is about to say 'you don't have to' but she is stopped when Quinn brings her hands to the bottom of her own shirt and lifts it up and over her head and finally meets those dark brown eyes.
Santana licks her lips as her eyes feast on the blonde's bare chest, those nipples that stand at attention staring right back at her daring her to take them over with any and every part of her body. Quinn inches forward, popping her chest out a little more than usual but much to Santana's liking and she leans in for a simple kiss on the lips.
She rakes a hand down Santana's side before inching her shirt up a little to let her fingers dance down her toned abs until finally coming in contact with the part of the Latina that is begging for attention. Santana tenses under the touch and she nearly melts when the blonde's slender fingers wrap around her pulsating cock, turning her fist gently around it and slowly stroking up and down at a glacial pace.
"Ungh." Pops out of Santana's mouth before she even has a chance to process anything that is going on.
Quinn's lips move faster against the Latina's and her hand decides to follow the pace. Santana mutters 'Jesus' into the air as she pulls back and attacks Quinn's neck, chest and then letting her mouth come to close in on her left nipple, sucking it in so easily.
"Mmmph." Quinn squeals, pushing her chest out more, her back arching into the Latina's touch and her eyes shut tight at the feeling.
Santana moves her mouth to the right breast, letting her hand come up to maintain attention on the left while Quinn works her shaft and comes up and around the tip ever so carefully. If possible, Santana feels herself getting harder under the blonde's touch and her hips jut up into the movements that are being created.
Quinn pulls her head back causing Santana's mouth to detach itself from her right nipple with a popping sound and she smiles down at her panting girlfriend, sharing her desperate need for oxygen. She leans her forehead against the shorter girl's and they grin back at one another with Quinn's hand moving faster and Santana's hips moving up to keep with the pace.
Her head flies back and she is desperately trying not to frantically hump Quinn's hand, she bites her lip to keep herself from doing so. A moan from the back of her throat echoes in the room along with their heavy breathing and panting. She's close, she knows it and judging from the look on Quinn's face and the way she is intensely watching her hand work Santana's cock she is trying to make that happen, and soon.
"Baby," Santana finds her voice and it comes out so light but Quinn hears her and looks up. "I'm gonna… uh… grab some tissues." She jerks her head towards the table behind the couch at the box of Kleenex, thanking the Fabray family for being so well prepared for the surprising turn of events. Quinn reaches over awkwardly, not wanting to mess up the rhythm she has set, and swipes a couple of tissue before handing them Santana. "Thanks." She pants out.
A few more pumps and she feels it coming up, literally, and she places the tissues where the expected stream is about to shoot out and with her other hand she grabs at Quinn pulling her in for a searing kiss.
"Umph." She grunts into the blonde's mouth, thrusting her hips upwards into Quinn's hand twice and then keeping herself lifted as she pours the rest of herself into the Kleenex.
Letting out a deep breath she'd been holding in she lets herself fall back onto the couch, smiles sheepishly over at her girlfriend who kisses her quickly and finishes cleaning herself up. She hears Quinn take a few tissues again and sees from the corner of her eye wiping her hand off and then get up from the couch putting her hand out for the dirty tissues. Santana looks up at her and smiles handing over the tissues.
"Thanks." She says and Quinn nods politely back at her before walking over to the bathroom connected to the den to toss away the garbage. Santana smirks to herself at the fact that her girlfriend, Quinn Fabray, is really coming out of her shell… and her clothes. Completely comfortable walking around topless in front of her… it's delicious and she wants on that now.
They stare at one another, eyes still glazed over from what had just transpired and Quinn takes her seat next to the Latina once again while the other girl pulls her underwear and jeans back up. The still very topless blonde is biting her lower lip and Santana can't fight the thought of how sexy Quinn looks right now.
"Come here." She says, beckoning Quinn closer to her with her finger. The blonde does as asked and soon they are making out again, Santana's hands on her chest and slowly lowering her onto her back.
Her hand is carefully exploring the blonde's torso and traveling south when just at the waistband border fingers wrap around her wrist stilling her. She looks up to meet nervous hazel eyes and a lower lip between teeth.
"I think I just heard a car door." They both turn their heads as if that will help them hear better. Unfortunately, the sound of keys jingling in the door proves Quinn's suspicious and both girl's huff in disappointment.
Santana hands the blonde her top and she fixes herself up to be presentable for Mrs. Fabray when she catches them hanging out in the den. Quinn offers her girlfriend an appreciative smile after pulling her t-shirt on and squeezes her thigh quickly.
"Sorry." The blonde apologizes getting a confused look from the Latina. "I promise," She begins in a low voice and leans in to Santana's ear. "Next time." Her tongue pokes out to lick the shell of Santana's ear and there she goes again, completely and utterly aroused. Quinn pulls away biting on her lower lip and sends Santana a wink and now she's pretty sure that the blonde is telling her that next time they are fooling around Santana is finally getting a hand in those panties.
To say Santana is a little excited is an understatement. To say she's no nervous as hell, well that would just be a flat out lie. She has no idea how to do that and judging how confused Brittany got from watching porn on how to jerk someone off, she has an idea that watching porn is not going to help her figure out how to finger her girlfriend.
"For starters, you're not doing it just to say you did it. The whole point of fingering her is to make her feel good." Brittany explains simply, sits up against the bed and rests her back on the head board.
"Of course." Santana shrugs even though she really hasn't put much thought into it. What she does know is that just thinking about fingering Quinn makes her all hot and bothered and the fact that the blonde has told her she is going to let Santana round a base has been making her imagination run wild.
"Also, just because she's letting you finger her, doesn't mean you should expect anything from her." The blonde adds, pointing her finger towards Santana's penis. "So don't try to make her touch you or drag her hand into her your pants or thrust your hips towards or into her." She shakes her head and scrunches her nose. "Guys do that all the time and it's a turn off and makes us think all they want is sex." Santana rolls her eyes even though Brittany is right and she really wouldn't mind if things took up that speed.
"Right." She sighs out wishing Brittany would just get back to the lesson at hand.
"Now we both know it's called 'fingering' because you use your fingers." Brittany smiles sweetly and shrugs her shoulders at the obvious statement making Santana nod. "But it's not just about moving your fingers in and out of… ya know." Her voice trails off but the Latina grins at how pretty blunt her blonde friend can be about something that is usually so taboo.
She doesn't know any people, friends no less, who are so frank about sexual stuff. Brittany shifts from her spot against the headboard sits on her knees facing Santana and spreads her legs a little, bringing her hand to the crotch of her jeans causing Santana's eyes to widen and eyebrows to rise.
"Now," Her finger lands softly against the spot between her legs. "Obviously you're literally going to slide your fingers inside of her and hopefully, if she's as into you as she seems to be, she'll be wet." Brittany blushes a little at her own words but clears her throat to continue. "And she'll totally moan and whatever because, yeah, it feels good and all and it's different but when she starts really squirming around this is what you want to do."
She looks back down at her finger and starts making circular motions in the area both girls know to be the clitoris, thanks to biology. Obviously she's not rubbing herself to get off, simply just over the fabric of her jeans to show her friend how properly it's done. She stops moving her finger when she thinks she's shown Santana the perfect rhythm and pace and removes her hand.
"Once she starts getting close you can totally go faster here." Brittany comments, pointing once again to herself and the spot she had just been working at. "And don't be afraid to dive back inside her, trust me it feels so good to have a little bit of both but you definitely want to put a lot of focus here." She nods to herself proud that she is able to provide her friend with a clear and concise outline of how to finger the girl she likes. "Oh, and I don't know what your clothing situation will be… has she let you feel her up yet?" Santana rolls her eyes and Brittany giggles. "Yeah, stupid question of course, she's a lady and takes the bases one at a time." She shakes her head. "So," She glances back up at her friend who looks deep in thought, like she's writing the directions Brittany just gave her in her head. "I can't believe that she's letting you in to her chamber of secrets." Santana quirks an eyebrow before laughing and shoving her friend's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm kind of shocked too." She nods her head in agreement, it's still a weird high she is on but it's amazing. "I mean… I guess I'm even more surprised that she got into my pants first." Santana chuckles and turns her attention towards the television which she puts on in the same motions so she doesn't see the look that crosses the blonde's face.
"Oh." Brittany breathes out, forcing an approving smile on her lips. She twists her lips, turns back around and leans against the head board forcing herself to stare at the television screen. "I'm hanging out with Puck tomorrow night." She breaks their silence and can hear how fast the Latina whips her head around.
"I thought you were done with that jackass?" Santana questions, the annoyance ever present. Brittany nods, keeping her eyes forward and shrugs her shoulders.
"We were but then he said that he heard I hung out with Mike and he said he was jealous." The blonde explains but this bit of information does not go over the Latina's head she simply shakes her head side to side.
She's not an idiot, she knows exactly why Noah Puckerman is jealous and she doesn't like it one bit.
"You know he just wants to get in your pants, right?" Santana informs the girl, just in case she doesn't know about the kid's reputation. But Brittany's movements tell Santana that she really kind of doesn't care. "And you're gonna let him?" It comes out sounding a lot more panicky than she had originally intended but she can defend it with the fact that they are talking about Noah Puckerman.
"I don't know." Brittany contemplates the possibility in her head, tilting it from side to side while Santana stares at her with wide eyes. "Maybe." She decides on before she shifts in her spot and finally looks at Santana. "Hey," She smiles so sweetly that Santana almost forgets what they were just talking about. "Can we watch some porn I wanna learn how to give a blow job." The blonde bounces in her spot and then jumps up to head over to the Latina's desk and grabs her computer.
"You wanna watch porn?" Santana arches an eyebrow and stares at her best friend who takes up the spot beside her on the bed. "Together?" She asks finding this situation extremely strange and oddly, dare she think it, arousing. Brittany shrugs her shoulders, placing the lap top in front of Santana motioning for her to set it up.
"Why not? We'll learn together." She says in a barely there voice and bites her bottom lip nervously. Santana swallows hard and before she knows it she is nodding her head and her fingers are furiously typing away.
"Okay, you pick out the video." Santana tells her, pushing herself up from the bed to lock her door.
"Oh Santana," Brittany calls out on her way back to the bed. "Feel free to excuse yourself at any given time during the show." She winks with a giggle before turning her attention back to the screen and then she adds, "I know I will." Leaving Santana to stand still for a few moments with her mouth hanging open because now the vision of Brittany masturbating is etched in her brain and she knows that this is going to be a very long and very hard night.