AN: A tiny bit of smut, just a bit. Oh well.
Charlie poked her head out of her bedroom door for a moment and looked around the hallway. Quinn's door was closed and her mother was out, and she would be out for the rest of the evening. Some book club thing or something, which meant that she was free to make-out with Santana on her very comfortable bed. Without being interrupted by her mother or Quinn walking into the living room. She turned to Santana, "See I told you I was a rebel."
Santana rolled her eyes but smiled. Her tone was light and teasing even if she was slightly nervous. Today was going to be the day. She was sure that she had everything she needed. Condoms, she had brought plenty of condoms. "Closing the door when you have an open door policy when your mom is out does not make you a rebel Charlie." She takes a breath, she's not quite sure how to start this or how to let Charlie know that she thinks that she's ready. Rachel insisted that you couldn't just bluntly state it. "So how is soccer going?" Santana asks as she takes a seat on Charlie's bed.
Charlie pauses for a moment and tilts her head, "Soccer's fine and you look nervous. We don't have to do anything I just thought we could use some privacy. I'm not going to push you to do anything, we could just talk. I know I have soccer the day of your sectionals performance, but I looked and so long as there aren't any delays I might be able to make it to come see you perform. I might be a bit late though."
"Charlie, it's okay if you can't make it. By the time Regionals comes around your season will be over so our schedules won't conflict as much as they do now." Santana says.
Charlie grins and takes a seat beside Santana, "Well you have to win then. So I can come see you perform at Regionals and to save me." Santana gives her a strange look. "If the Warbler's win then they will become unbearable. I don't know how many more lunches I can take where they're singing and dancing around Santana."
Santana bites her lip to keep from laughing out loud at Charlie being dramatic. Though from the distressed look on Charlie's face and the fact that Charlie really does like to just sit and eat causes her to shake her head. Charlie's priorities were all over the place but in the top three was her love for food. "We'll beat them so your lunches don't get interrupted anymore," she leans in and kisses Charlie gently.
"You are the best girlfriend in the world," Charlie says against Santana's lips before kissing her again.
It's only a few moments into the second kiss, before Santana feels her lower body stirring, the increasing pressure in her pants and she pulls back flushing. "We need to talk," she blurts out.
Charlie's face shifts a bit confusion and then she stops as it registers in her mind that nothing good comes after someone says that they need to talk. "You can't break up with me, we just started kissing." Charlie protests.
Santana blinks at Charlie's words. "What are you talking about Charlie? I'm not breaking up with you I just—we need to talk. I just need to ask you a few questions," Santana says and Charlie shoots her another confused look before nodding and she bites her lip. "It's about you and Puck—and I know that it sounds like I'm jealous but I'm not. I just I don't want to disappoint you in bed and I've never had sex before and I don't really know what I'm doing, or if I'll be any good at it—or well I don't know if I'm smaller than him and if that matters to you—"
"Santana, I never enjoyed having sex with Puck, I did it at first because I was bored and then—well because I think we were dating and it just sort of made sense. Then I stopped. You don't really need to worry about him, because even though he's been with like a million women he's really not that great in bed. He's not this fantastic lover that I had. He lasted a few minutes and then it was over. Honestly I still don't understand why sex is this big thing." Charlie admits and frowns. "I mean—I get why it is for you but I just remember when it was over thinking 'is that it?' This is what everyone was looking forward to."
Santana bites her lip with what Charlie is saying she's not sure that Charlie would be into it. "We don't have to do it if you don't want to or you're not going to get any pleasure out of it."
Charlie swallows. "I want to try it with you." Charlie admits after a moment and flushes when Santana looks at her. "I mean I think about it you know? Doing things to you and then you doing things to me and—well it turns me on a lot. Kissing you turns me on as well—basically you turn me on and I just—it was never like that with anyone else. If you're not ready Santana we don't have to do anything, but don't think that I don't think about you that way. Because I do—probably far too much sometimes."
Santana relaxes a bit and she realizes that they are sitting on Charlie's bed avoiding eye contact and she smiles one of them needs to take a bit of control over the situation and it needs to be her. "When you think about it—do you know," Charlie finally looks at her and Santana exhales and then smirks at her. "Touch yourself to it?"
Charlie blinks at the question at the forwardness of it and she nods wondering if they were actually going to have sex. "Most of the time—all the time. Ever since the first time we kissed I think about you. Since that conversation that we had in my car."
It's a bit of an ego boost, and she has a surge of self-confidence. A reminder that there is a beautiful girl that's into her penis and all and Santana leans in and kisses Charlie. It's the usual spark that flashes between them and suddenly the kiss is getting deeper and her hands are on Charlie and just like all the other times they've been like this she's pulling on Charlie's shirt trying desperately to pull it off, the tight feeling around her crotch is back and Santana is aware that she's hard. Painfully so and she pulls back a bit from Charlie as she works on her jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping them just to relieve some pressure but it isn't enough with her compression boxers and she looks at Charlie for a moment before exhaling and freeing her dick which practically springs out and she flushes.
Charlie glances down, it's the first time she's seen it had and she swallows, it's thick, and it looks slightly longer than Puck's six inches. "Santana?" Charlie says causing Santana to look up at her and Charlie hesitates for a moment. "Can I—touch it?" Charlie flushes when Santana slowly nods and she reaches for it, wrapping her hand around the shaft, she watches Santana carefully as she slowly moves her hand up ward, wanting to make sure that Santana was comfortable and she was rewarded with a low groan that slipped from Santana's lips and she shivers when she feels it twitch in her hands. Charlie bites her lip a bit not quite sure what to do next, she had absolutely refused to put her mouth anywhere near Puck's privates. Even though he had insisted it was something that was hot as hell and she was still unsure if Santana wanted it not that she'd be any good at it. So instead she just focused on slowly pumping her hand back and forth, her hazel eyes focused on Santana as she continues the hand job.
Santana feels her hips buck against Charlie's hand, she's not sure if it's the idea that there is someone else touching her or how Charlie is actually doing it but it certainly feels better than her clumsy attempts, almost too good in fact as she feels the familiar signs of her orgasm fast approaching and she flushes it hasn't even been that long. She's about to say something to stop Charlie, when the soccer player's thumb strokes the very tip of her dick. The reaction is instantaneous as she feels her body tighten and then in a mortifying turn of events she's climaxing. The first two spurts which land on Charlie's stomach followed by the third and fourth which get on the soccer players hands. There is a very quiet moment between them and it suddenly sets in as her penis deflates a bit that she didn't take all that long. The flush on her face isn't from the recent climax, it's from the fact that she hadn't lasted all that long, and Charlie is looking at her. It had obviously felt good for her, but clearly Charlie wasn't receiving any pleasure from that. "Charlie—" She's interrupted by Charlie kissing her deeply. She pulls back after a moment, "Sorry—I'm sorry."
Charlie looks at Santana for a moment, there is a hint of insecurity on her face and she pulls back but she's confused, a bit, "For what?"
"I didn't last that long and I didn't get to—touch you or make you feel good—" Santana finally says after a moment. She doesn't want to leave Charlie aching, or think that she's a selfish lover.
Charlie flicks her eyes down to Santana's crotch, it wasn't like she had been timing it, but she hadn't expected Santana to last all that long to begin with. She smiles at Santana, "Well—practice makes perfect," Charlie says cheerfully at least Santana had the mind to care about her pleasure. "You don't need to apologize to me Santana," Charlie said as she leaned in to kiss Santana again.
Santana pulls away just a bit, "I want to make you feel good too," Santana says and Charlie eyes her carefully for a moment and maybe in a few moments she'd be ready to try again.
Charlie bites her lip, she had never minded being shirtless around Santana but they'd never gone below the belt either and she pulls back ready to pull down her own shorts so she could be naked in front of Santana, "I—" The door to her room opens and Charlie moves scrambling as she pulls her blanket over Santana's legs and crotch as Quinn sticks her head in. Charlie turns to her twin a sour look on her face. "Door is closed girlfriend is over—knocking would be nice."
Quinn flicks her eyes to Santana but Charlie immediately moves to block her line of vision, "Door isn't supposed to be closed to begin with. Mom's book club got cancelled and she decided to pick up some pizza wants to know if Santana will join us for dinner?"
Santana pulls her pants and her underwear which were around her thighs up, "Sure—I'm good with whatever."
Quinn raises a brow at her sister for a moment, "So wings or breadsticks?"
"Both, obviously and make sure that mom doesn't skimp on the bacon this time," Charlie said crossing her arms over her chest.
Santana's nose crinkles at this as she zips up, "You like bacon on your pizza?" she asks Charlie who turns to her.
"Yeah, they have it on the crust and then we get like bacon bits on the pizza, it's fucking delicious." Charlie says. "It's our favorite," Charlie said nodding her head towards Quinn.
Santana stares at her girlfriend for a long moment before getting up and looking around her at Quinn, "Do you think I can just get a regular cheese pizza?"
"Mom gets the ones with vegetables—" Quinn began.
"That works as well," Santana says. She looks at Charlie for a moment who is looking at her like she's the weird one. "I'd like to live to twenty," Santana says and picks up Charlie's shirt and hands it to her.
Charlie huffs and pulls on her shirt, and then looks at Quinn who is still watching them. "Quinn she's my girlfriend if you want your own all you need to do is call Rachel," Charlie says and Quinn rolls her eyes and pulls away leaving the door open. "I'm sorry about that."
Santana flushes and looks at Charlie's door, "You don't have a lock on your door?"
Charlie blinks and then shakes her head, "I can get one so next time Quinn won't interrupt us—I don't think she saw anything. Not that she'd tell, I have way too much dirt on her." Plus Quinn would never be one to besmirch the family name and she was barely tolerating her relationship with Santana. Charlie had to wonder what Quinn would think if she found out about Santana's body.
Santana nods, "Can you please?" Even if Charlie was okay with it she wasn't sure if her family wouldn't care, and her heart had finally stopped pounding. "She won't tell your mom will she?"
Charlie glanced at the door for a moment, "Probably not," Charlie admits and shrugs before looking at Santana for a moment and then wrapping her arms around Santana and kissing her again gently. "So we try again? The next time I have the house to myself. I know my mom is going to see my sister up in New York for a bit—or maybe we can go to your place?"
Santana thinks about it for a moment, "Maybe it would be better, my parents aren't home that often and I don't have any siblings to interrupt us." Santana offers. "But if my dad catches us then he will kill you, so you know."
Charlie thinks for a moment before nodding. "Worth it," she says and grins at Santana who shakes her head. "Wait why would he kill me?"
"Because you're obviously corrupting his little girl," Santana says and she's met with Charlie's laughter. "You are!"
AN: Santana lets Rachel know and Charlie starts dealing with rumors.
