i can't stop posting chapters to this story because of your reviews. you make me want to give it all to you in one go! (could sound dirty if you think real hard;)) haha... but i will not but i will totally spoil you bitches with another chapter...

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Brittany and Santana are sitting on the steps of the Pierce's porch sucking popsicles and watching the neighbor kids playing kickball in the street. The Latina has her legs stretched out in front of her, ankles crossed over each other and leaning back on one hand, holding her cherry Popsicle in the other. She tilts her head to the side in thought not really paying much attention to the kid clad street.

The blonde, sitting a few feet away from her friend has her elbows propped up on her knees leaning forward with a smile on her lips and her grape popsicle twirling around between her fingers. She giggles when the blonde boy from two doors down trips over the curb and falls onto one of the girls sitting there. When she doesn't hear Santana chuckle at the boys obvious clumsiness and possible pain and embarrassment she side eyes the girl beside her.

Santana's lips are a little pouty after she removes the cherry treat from her mouth and tastes the sugary goodness around her tongue. The way her head is tilted to the side and kind of resting on her own shoulder tells the blonde that her friend is most likely in her own head and thinking which is never a good sign. The sigh that escapes her lips is just the confirmation Brittany needs to know her assumption is correct and that her best friend is indeed deep in thought.

"What is it?" She asks, breaking the silence that had a while ago taken them over and she brings her hand up to lift her sunglasses from her eyes, resting them on top of her head.

"Nothing." Santana says quietly, picking her head up from her shoulder and brings her popsicle back to her lips. Brittany watches her carefully for a few moments before she shrugs her shoulders and turns her attention back to the kids in the street. But of course, just as she expected, Santana lets out another deep sigh.

"Tell me or I'll tell your mom that you use her $75 hand lotion to jerk off." Brittany tells her friend in a hilariously manipulating kind of way. Santana's eyebrow quirks and she snaps her head in Brittany's direction.

"How do you know that?" She asks in complete surprise, not even about to deny it. Brittany chuckles, shakes her head from side to side and brings her sunglasses back down to cover her eyes.

"Oh please." Santana can't see it but she rolls her eyes. "First of all, whenever we watch anything that shows a boob or some naked girl you excuse yourself to the bathroom." She looks back at Santana. "And just so you know, I know what you're doing in there so don't even try to think of a lame ass lie." Santana's head jerks back in mild confusion and is finding herself impressed. "Second of all, when you come back you always smell like coconuts and I know for a fact that you do not own anything that has that scent." She finishes with a nod of her head and turns back towards the street. The Latina's mouth opens and shuts, trying to think of rebuttal but after receiving a pointed look from her blonde companion she simply shakes her head bewildered.

"It just feels so good." Santana moans out at the thought of that hand lotion making Brittany giggle and lean over into the pillar on the steps feigning disgust.

"Ew, please I'm eating here." She motions to her popsicle that is nearly done and gets a chuckle from the dark haired girl. "So come on, tell me what senseless thing you did, once again, with Quinn and let me help you." With a sigh Santana pulls her knees up to her chest and leans her cheek upon them facing the blonde.

"Have you ever faked it?" The Latina inquires her voice lower and not as confident as it normally is. Brittany lifts her sunglasses once more and gives her friend a quizzical stare.

"I don't get it." Brittany deadpans. With a groan of embarrassment Santana rolls her eyes at herself.

"You know," Her hands motion in front of her as though hoping Brittany will understand through made up sign language. "Orgasms?" She finally lets out slowly and watches as understanding colors Brittany's features. The blonde half smirks, her nose scrunches and an eyebrow rises as a tiny giggle comes pouring out much to the Latina's displeasure.

"Why do you ask?" This is too much of an interesting question to answer right away so she decides to play. Santana straightens her head and narrows her eyes at the blonde.

"Why do you think?"

"Did she tell you she faked… is faking? Whatever." Brittany asks, not sure if it's a present problem or perhaps it's been an existing one and she tries her hardest to control her smirk. Santana's eyes avert to the ground and she tosses a pebble from beside her down the walkway.

"No." Her voice is so tiny and it kind of makes the blonde a little sad. "But like, the other night, we were watching 'When Harry Met Sally' cause it was on T.V. and it got me to thinking." She looks back over at Brittany who is listening to her carefully. "A few nights before that we were having sex and she told me she came, I mean, it looked like she did but she made like… different noises and her eyes were shut real tight and it got me thinking if she was faking it." Santana finally comes out with it and Brittany can't fight the urge to let out a deep laugh. "It's really not funny."

"It is a little funny."

"You're supposed to help me Britt." Santana reminds her and Brittany rolls her eyes, pushes herself up from the porch and offers her hand to her friend.

"Come on." The blonde commands, shaking her hand out once again for Santana to take it.

"Where are we going?" The shorter girl asks curiously.

"Just come on."

Santana gives in and is dragged into her best friend's bedroom where she watches Brittany close and lock the door motioning to the bed with her other hand. She does as she is told and takes a seat at the edge of the bed as Brittany turns around, tosses her popsicle stick into her waste basket and makes her way towards the girl on her bed. She crawls around Santana, lies on her back and rests her head on the pillow.

"Lie on top of me." Her finger twirls around in the air as direction for Santana who eyes her with uncertainty.

"What?" Santana quickly asks, furrows her eyebrows and looks to the bed and then back to her friend. Brittany sighs and motions for her lie down once again settling her head comfortably on the pillow.

"Just lie on top of me." She repeats and watches as Santana slowly complies with her demands. "And don't even think about it, you are not getting any play. This is strictly for educational purposes only." Santana grins as she brings her body to hover over her best friend's body.

For a few moments they smile back at one another, Santana's hands resting on either side of Brittany's blonde hair that is splayed around her floral patterned pillow case and the giggle at each other.

"Okay," Brittany jumps right in, bringing her hands up to Santana's shoulders and resting them there lightly and comfortably. "Now, I'm not gonna lie I've totally faked it and a lot of girls do." She shrugs but these lessons are not for sugar coating, they are truth, always have been. "It's fact." Santana breathes in deep and sighs out as she nods in understanding.

"That sucks." She mumbles.

"But," Brittany smiles wide as she squeezes her friend's shoulders. "I can share with you a secret and a sure fire way to tell if Quinn or… whoever, is faking it." She winks and Santana can't help but grin wildly at the other girl's enthusiasm for sharing a trade secret.

"I'm all ears." Santana tells her and playfully acts as though she is going to grind down.

"Hey!" Brittany yelps and laughs. "Keep it in your pants Lopez." She shuffles a little lower so that she and Santana are eye level and she looks into those browns deeply. "So, if she starts like, closing her eyes and thrashing her head about like this." She tightly shuts her eyes, whips her head back and forth, hair going everywhere and lets out tiny moans for a few moments before stopping completely and looking up to wide open brown eyes. "Then she is totally faking it, I mean seriously, who has the energy to do that when they're coming?" She jokes with all the seriousness in her tone.

Santana chuckles at the girl's acting abilities.

"Of course there are other ways to tell if your partner is faking her orgasm." Brittany says factually and clears her throat trying to be all professional. "This one is tricky because it's 50/50." Santana quirks an eyebrow at this new information and wonders what other moves the blonde is going to show her that will only prove to her that Quinn has in fact faked it more than once. "So when you're in the throes and everything is getting super hot and you're ready and it seems like she's ready she may pull out this one." Brittany brings both of her hands around Santana's neck and pulls her more on top of her body so they are pressed up against each other bringing their cheeks together so they are no longer looking at each other.

"Uh, Britt." Santana sputters out wondering what the hell is going on.

"Relax, this is part of the lesson." Brittany coos into her ear with a grin, slowly bringing a hand to the back of her friend's head to keep her in place. "Sometimes when it's getting ridiculously long and I just want it to end already I'll do this," She begins to explain, moving her elbows out to emphasize their position right now. "This way he can't see me rolling my eyes but I continue to scream out as though it's the best I've ever had." She slowly brings her lips to Santana's ear and breathes out, squeaking out words of sexual encouragement, a whine and a whimper and then a strangled tone that sounds like she's coming. "But sometimes," Brittany whispers. "Sometimes it's a really good orgasm but… I realize I'm not with the right person and I don't want to ruin the moment."

Santana stays completely still, her jaw, if Brittany could see it, is nearly hanging from her face. Shock is not even the word she would use for this deep look into the females with vagina's thought process during sex. And before she can come back to thinking straight she is being flipped over with Brittany straddling her hips.

"If she wants to ride you, totally let her." Brittany tells her with a few long nods and a pointed stare. "She wants to for a reason and it's not just to turn you on." She pokes her finger into Santana's cheek and the Latina laughs batting it away playfully. "If she's on top, she's in control and if she's in control she is on a mission to get off." The blonde explains carefully, watching Santana's face as she takes it all in. "She knows what feels good, it's her body." She shrugs because clearly this is not new information. "And I guarantee watching her get herself off on your dick is gonna feel amazing." She winks and rolls off of Santana with a sigh. "And that endeth the lesson." Santana quickly turns on her side, propping her elbow up and leaning her cheek on her fist.

"Wait, that's it?" She asks in confusion. She knows there's gotta be more than three simple tricks. Brittany turns her head and eyes the girl beside her with a smirk playing on her lips.

"Santana, I highly doubt Quinn truly knows all the secrets of the trade." The blonde replies simply and shrugs her shoulders. "I mean," Her eyes rake down and then back up Santana's body. "She's only been with you."

"That kind of sounded like an insult." Santana feigns hurt but can't wipe the smirk from her face garnering a few giggles from her buddy.

"It's just that the other tricks are a bit more… complicated and… well," She shifts in her spot and turns on her side matching Santana's pose. "I'm just gonna come out and say it, I doubt Quinn's letting you give it to her doggie style so you don't need to know those moves, among others that I don't want to go into detail about because I don't want to hurt your…" Her eyes flicker down to the crotch of Santana's pants. "Womanhood?" They both laugh at this, shaking their heads and shoving each other playfully.

"How do you know I haven't given it to her doggie style oh wise one?" Santana counters after their laughter subsides but she shuts up and stays that way when Brittany gives her a pointed look and tilts her head as though to say 'seriously? Are you kidding me?'. "Fair enough." She rolls her eyes.

"She's just so… pure?" Brittany giggles out trying desperately not to but it's hard not to and Santana stares at her. "Well, I guess not anymore." She stifles her laughter, tightening her lips over her teeth.

"Laugh all you want Britts, go ahead, make this into a joke. But I'm getting pussy on the regs." She sits up and leans her back up against the headboard of her best friend's bed. "And Q loves to get all up on this." She makes a motion with her hands as though her girlfriend is on top of her and thrusts up into the air.

"You're gross." Brittany says in a sigh before she rolls off of her bed and over to her desk to grab a magazine. "Here." She tosses the magazine at Santana who catches it last minute and inspects it. "It's the new issue."

"I haven't gotten mine yet." Flipping through it.

"I know cause I stole it from your mailbox." Brittany admits offering a cute smile and scrunches her nose. "There's an article and then a quiz on page 24, it'll totally help you out." The blonde informs her before stopping in the middle of her room and turns around the face the Latina. "Well, it'll help Quinn out." Santana nods as she turns the pages to find the article and quiz. "Oh, and one last piece of advice my little student." She reaches the foot of the bed and crawls onto it taking a seat, sitting on her leg. "If you seriously think she just faked it, just go down on her right after."

"Wait but, what about me?" Santana asks pointing to herself with concern.

"What about you?" Brittany challenges and leans forward on her hands. "You think after she faked her orgasm she wants you to continue hammering into her?" She tilts her head though it's clear she is not waiting for a response. "I think not." She wags her finger in the air while shaking her head. "Besides me, your left hand is your best friend, so suck it up and eat your girlfriend out so she can actually come." Santana winces at the directness of her friend's words.

"Wait, how do you…?" Brittany doesn't even let Santana finish her question and rolls her eyes, bringing her hand up to wave the girl off from continuing to speak.

"Please, I seriously know way too much about you." That brings on silence between them and Santana brings her attention back to the magazine in her hand but she is not at all reading anything.

"Hey." She finally breaks the quiet that has settled around them and glances up to find Brittany sitting on the edge of her bed braiding her hair. "How do I get her to take it from behind?" The blonde smiles wide and quirks an eyebrow. "I mean, clearly I got skills, I got the president of the Celibacy Club to jerk me off in the movie theater so," She shrugs bringing the magazine down to her lap. "I feel as though I can accomplish anything." The girls laugh at her way with words and Brittany thinks for a moment, her hands still fiddling with her blonde locks.

"Well first of all I just need to say that it feels so good." Brittany informs her captain of the missionary position friend. "But you can't even tell her that because A, you don't know how it feels." She nods her head towards Santana's penis for the umpteenth time since this conversation has begun. "And B, if you did say that to her she would probably think you've been cheating on her or that you weren't each other's firsts." Santana nods at this because not only is it true but she really doesn't want Quinn to go all ape shit over a misunderstanding. "Second of all, you also don't want her to think you wanna fuck her in the ass because… psh, that is so not hot." She ties a hair tie at the bottom of her braid and lets her hands fall down to her thighs. "And I highly doubt that the not so Virgin Mary is ready to take it up the back door."

"Definitely not." Santana sighs with disappointment.

"Aw you want to stick your little thing in Quinn's ass." Brittany half smiles, trying to wane off laughter and tries to look all sweet and innocent.

"Maybe, but I mean, her pussy is so…" Brittany throws her hand up and turns her head away.

"Please spare me the 'Quinn's pussy' stories." Her nose scrunches up and she gags animatedly.

"Oh and by the way, my thing is far from little." Santana leans forward, eyebrow perfectly arched. "So don't even go there."

"Trust me, I won't." Brittany winks semi flirtatiously and semi jokingly. "Anyway, back to class." She sits straight up once again, bringing her hands to her lap. "It works best if you guys are like, lying down, spooning, here like this." She motions for Santana to lie down and then she takes the spot in front of her, grabbing at her hip to pull her a little closer. "Come on, don't be shy." Brittany's says softly as she shuffles back to get closer to the Latina.

For a few moments the room is quiet, Brittany's hand is on Santana's hip and Santana, well she doesn't know what to do with her hands she's too focused on her breasts up against the blonde's back as well as other things pushed up behind her. Brittany clears her throat and moves her hand from the other girl's hip to grab her hand instead letting their clasped hands fall between them.

"Now," Brittany starts speaking but has to clear her throat again. "It's kind of alike a sneak attack but you need to take it slow. You can't just pounce her from behind." Santana takes in a few deep breathes and nods as though she is taking notes in her mind and trying not to pay attention to anything else except learning. "Get cozy on her bed or on the couch while watching a movie or some shit and start slowly kissing her neck and nibble on her ear or something cute like that." Brittany's cheeks turn red as she feels Santana shift and then her breath on her neck, lips ghosting the skin there. "To get her going, slowly, slowly," She emphasizes. "Start moving into her." Motioning her hips back into Santana to show her and she has to suck in air to keep her from gasping.

"She'll most likely groan and moan and grab your hand and lean more into you." The blonde explains, gripping Santana's hand harder and pulling it up to her own chest. "Feel her up, gently and like, romantically or whatever," She whispers, slowly moving her hand away but leaving Santana's splayed across her chest. She closes her eyes when she feels the Latina's fingers start to gently travel down towards her breasts. "And I suggest fingering her for a little while to get her hot and ready because then…" She swallows quickly. "She'll be so far into it she won't have the energy to even fight it." She practically croaks out.

Santana nods her head, her lips still carefully but not entirely pressed into the skin of Brittany's neck. Her breathing has gotten heavier since the start of this 'lesson' but she doesn't even care at this point. She looks down at the blonde's legs, noticing her pale hand coming close to the space between and it's like her hand has a mind of its own and is soon following the path to those toned limbs. Her fingers brush the top of the blonde's thigh and she hears Brittany whimper and move her hips back and into Santana who can only respond by pushing hers forward, her eyes closing at the obvious friction. Brittany's legs spread apart, ever so slightly, but it's enough space for Santana's hand to slip right through only to be trapped when the blonde tightly shuts them once again.

She doesn't care that her hand is being squashed between Brittany's legs and she manages to turn her hand around so that she is cupping the blonde's core through her cheerleading shorts all the while continuing to grind slowly against her behind. Brittany's heart is beating through her chest and she's actually almost positive that the pounding is reverberating into her centre.

Her legs spread a little more and her hand comes down to cover Santana's that is still cupping her and she pushes her hand against the back of the Latina's for more pressure. She moans out deeply, her head turns into her pillow to muffle the sound as her hips move into the touch of her and her best friend's hand between her legs.

Brittany can feel Santana through the fabric of both of their shorts, her growing hard on pressing into her from behind only adding to her own pooling arousal. Their movements increase in speed as well as force, Santana continues to grind her hips up and into the blonde. She quickly slides her left arm underneath between Brittany's body and the bed letting her left hand take over the spot between the blonde's legs.

"Mmmph." Brittany whines at the new hand, feeling Santana's now free hand move from around her and behind her.

Santana frantically brings her hand to the waistband of her shorts and pushes them down to free her raging erection from its prison. She pulls Brittany's body closer against hers and nudges her knee in between the other girl's legs to widen them, then with her hand she slips her cock into the space where her hand is rubbing against Brittany's warm centre.

They both moan at the newest body part entered into the equation. Now instead of Santana's fingers pressing against the fabric separating her from Brittany's wet, hot core, she presses her cock there to take its place using her hand to apply pressure. She licks her lips, tasting her sweat mixed with the sweat coming off of Brittany's neck and it only spurs her on more.

Brittany nearly winces from the overload of pleasure seeping from her body when she feels Santana's member slide across the skin on the inside of her thigh. But then, she feels it, it's small and really, it's almost not even there except that it is. She feels Santana's lips place a soft kiss on the skin right below her ear and that's when she is brought back to the reality of what it is that they are actually doing.

It takes everything, everything, in her power to stop moving her hips, to remove her hands from any form of skin that is not her own and even more power to pull her body away. She shifts a foot away from the now very frazzled Latina, keeping her back to her as her hand reaches out to grip the edge of the mattress.

"Brittany?" Santana pants out and so small and kind. "Britt, are you okay?" She speaks a little bit louder in case the blonde didn't hear her and she puts her hand out to touch her but instead Brittany sits up and fixes her hair. "Did I…" She looks around, down at her cock still out and quickly moves to pull her shorts up again then she sits up as well. "Did I do something wrong?" Santana nervously asks, smoothing out her clothes and fixing her hair.

"We both did… almost did… were going to." Brittany stammers finally turning around in her spot to meet those brown eyes that she knows so well and know her in return. Santana stares back at her for a small amount of time until the words and their previous actions finally sink in and her eyes widen as she nods.

"Shit." She mutters and shakes her head at herself before offering the most sincere and apologetic look to the blonde. "Brittany, I'm so sorry." She pouts slightly and rubs the palms of her hands to her eyes. "It's just… you were rubbing up on me and it was… I mean I got…"

"Santana, it's… I mean nothing went any further it just… we let it get a little too out of hand." Brittany assures her trying to smile the fear of almost cheating on her girlfriend away from Santana. "We just… I guess we need new rules now… I mean, we're sexual beings and we have desires and needs but…"

"But…"

"You have a girlfriend." Brittany reminds her when Santana seems to be searching for the answer.

"Yeah, right." She nods remembering that blonde girl she is dating. "New rules, new rules…" She bites her lip and looks down at her lap seeing that she is still sporting a pretty major erection but is clearly going to be blue balling it for the remainder of this lesson.

"Like… no touching." Brittany states with a stern nod and look to her friend.

"Right, no touching. Cause touching is cheating." Santana agrees laying down the facts to go along with the new rules.

"And no kissing." The blonde reminds her and the Latina eyes her curiously.

"That's already a rule." Santana dead pans.

"One that you broke." Brittany informs her, pointing her finger at Santana.

"What?" The dark haired girl jerks her head back at this accusation.

"You kissed my neck." Brittany tells her softly and she turns her head as she blushes.

"Oh," Santana breathes out, she too suddenly becoming shy. "I didn't think that counted." She admits, biting on her lower lip as she chances a look back up at the blonde who smirks.

"It did."

"Are we…" She huffs and lies on her side feeling exhausted from all of these emotions and talking and crap. "Are we okay, I mean, things aren't gonna be weird between us now are they?" Brittany smiles and then giggles taking the spot beside her friend in the same fashion.

"Wouldn't they already be after all we've been through together?" She winks and taps the tip of Santana's nose and they both fall into a soft comfortable laughter.


some of you might be all like, where the F is the Quinntana sex at... but... this is more of a Brittana story and it can't always be about Q gettin play, ya dig? anyways hope you liked this part... MWAH!