have faith my loves... i told you from the beginning that this story is not going to go in the usual direction as most g!p fics do. i like to go against the grain, if you will, and at least try and be different. lol.
so with that said, i sincerely hope you enjoy this chapter...
my house 7:30pm. ill tell u the rest when u get here
Brittany reads over the text a few more times before she looks over her shoulder at Santana who is sitting next to Mercedes who is past out on her desk. She twists her lips, thinking about whether or not to respond right away. Obviously the Latina knows that she has received the message, she's staring right at her and her eyes look back hopefully. Brittany chews on her lower lip and turns her attention back to her cell as she opens up a reply to send back to her best friend. She stares at the screen for a few moments thinking of how to respond and then she finally types something but, then she deletes it and types something else, her thumbs moving fast across the screen. Reading it over to herself, mouthing the words without noise she erases it once again and types something new out and then finally she hits send.
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When she looks over her shoulder again she watches Santana get the message and read it to herself and she smiles, glancing back up and the blonde and nods. She wonders what the Latina could possibly have in store for her, especially considering their 'situation' the other day. The blonde is curious, definitely so, and slightly nervous because even though she had said that it shouldn't happen again and that they'd agreed upon it, she was kind of hoping that Santana wasn't going to get over it that easily. Because again, even though she'd said that it shouldn't happen again, she didn't really mean it.
The doorbell rings at 7:15pm and Santana opens the door looking like she's ready for bed, boxer shorts, white tee and her hair messily propped up on her head and not one ounce of make up on. Her head jerks back when she finds the blonde standing on her doorstep, still in her Cheerio's uniform and her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She motions for her friend to come in and closes the door behind her.
"Why'd you ring the doorbell?" Santana asks her as she takes the bag from her and tosses it towards the coat closet and it hits the door before falling to the ground, just background noise. Brittany shrugs and clasps her hands behind her back looking over at Santana.
"Because I'm early." She replies getting a bewildered look from the Latina.
"Okay." Santana drawls out shaking her head immediately not caring any further about why Brittany had rung the doorbell instead of coming in like she normally does. "Well," She smiles and motions for Brittany to follow her towards the couch where she takes a seat and taps the spot beside her softly urging the blonde to sit beside her. "Let me tell you why I asked you to come... umm, I mean, why I wanted you to... you know what I mean." She stammers, shutting her eyes tight and facing away from the blonde for a moment until she is sure her blush has faded. When she feels the spot next to her dip a little from the weight of Brittany sitting down she turns back to face her.
"Is this about the other day?" Brittany tentatively asks and Santana can tell she is slightly uncomfortable. "Because, I mean I thought we talked about it already and I don't want things to be weird now between us since..."
"Brittany, can you just let me speak." She cuts off the blonde quickly with a chuckle. "So I've been thinking about everything and maybe we didn't go about it the right way." Santana begins and clearly she is not explaining herself well enough because Brittany looks a little scared. She laughs to ease the tension that is surrounding them. "What I mean to say is that… maybe it was too much." The Latina softly tries to begin to explain and judging by the silence she gets she forges onward. "It was hot, I'm not gonna deny that at all." Brittany nods, agreeing with the assessment. "But here's what I was, what I'm proposing."
"Santana I…"
"Just hear me out and then if you don't think it'll work then we'll drop it I just," She wants to say she needs this, she needs this from Brittany. "I was thinking that we could continue to do this… these 'live porn' sessions but with obstructions." Brittany arches an eyebrow, confusion written all over her face. "Like, it instead of watching each other, we'll just… talk dirty and I mean, that should still work." She shrugs her shoulders feeling like everything, every word she had practiced in her head and before the blonde had arrived has left the building and now she sounded like a dumb ass chick thinking with the wrong head and letting it speak for her too. A small smirk plays on Brittany's lips and she tilts her head, obviously intrigued.
"Like phone sex?" She giggles out but the tone of her voice tells Santana she is not ruling it out. The Latina however chuckles and shakes her head.
"I thought about that but then I thought about the negatives. I mean do you really wanna do phone sex and then all of a sudden you get an incoming call from your mom?" Santana challenges with raised eyebrows and a scrunched nose in disgust, Brittany shares the sentiment and sticks her tongue out. "Yeah, didn't think so."
"Okay, so then what's your master plan?"
"Everything stays the same, same room with both of us there but this time we don't look at each other or watch each other. Maybe, sit on opposite sides of the room or lie on the bed with stuffed animals and pillows separating us I don't know, shut all the damn lights off." She blurts everything out in one breath finally taking a second to get some air. "Because if you think about it," She grins, leans more comfortably in her spot and quirks an eyebrow. "It could be just as hot, if not hotter." Brittany smirks, letting the scene play out in her mind which clearly excites her a little too much but she pushes through it.
"That idea's not so bad Santana." She nods her approval of said plan. Santana squeals and practically jumps in her seat and claps her hands.
"I know, I'm kind of a genius." She pats herself on the back, literally and carefully thinks of her next move. "So now that we've got it all figured out, how's about a drink?" The Latina pushes herself up from the couch and walks towards the kitchen, Brittany a following behind cautiously. Santana thinks she's sneaky but the blonde knows her too well.
"You know I'm a cheap date." Brittany comments before she even sees the bottle her best friend has a firm grip on. Santana grins cheekily over her shoulder as she pulls out a bottle of champagne.
"I know, that's part of the plan too." She winks and works to remove the aluminum wrapper from the cap and then carefully undoes the top. Last time she popped the cork because Brittany loves the sound but it was not only a mess but someone got hurt, they don't do that anymore and they've never spoken about it since. "Besides," She grabs two cups and pours more than enough into each. "If we are gonna be chillin in the dark I'm gonna need something to calm me down." She shutters at the idea of sitting in the dark, still scared and all.
"Aw, maybe we can plug in your Blue's Clues night light." Brittany coos and reaches over to run her hand over Santana's hair and she bats her hand away trying to hold in the girly giggle coming out. "Wait, you mean… you want to do this tonight?" She realizes Santana is speaking in present tense and that the girl is possibly hinting at them trying out their new rules for 'live porn' this evening.
"I thought…" Her voice trails off as she brings the cup to her lips and takes in a long sip, shrugging her shoulders and not meeting the blonde's eyes. "We don't have to" Santana quickly tries to cover herself in case Brittany needs more time to think this through. "If you don't want to that is." The blonde looks into her cup, hard as though the answers are inside like they are in her Magic 8 ball at home.
"I guess… it's now or never right?" She replies and downs half of her champagne and twitches her nose as she swallows, the bubbles tickle.
"You wanna… take this bottle upstairs then?" Santana asks, wrapping her fingers around the neck of the bottle and waves it around enticingly as she slowly starts to walk backwards towards the living room. "Ahh, yes, triumph." She shouts when Brittany starts to follow her. "Hey," She turns her head briefly before they begin to ascend the stairs. "Have you noticed Quinn talking to Puck lately?" She curiously asks her blonde buddy. She's been noticing more and more during classes she shares with both of the two in question that her girlfriend actually finds the kid kind of charming. She knows this by the way the blonde giggles at his stupid jokes and stories.
"Santana, not to be a bitch about your personal life right now but, if you talk about Quinn right now I'm going to take that bottle out of your hand and go home." Brittany tells her flatly, eyeing the Latina up as well as the bottle and motioning over her shoulder towards the door. Santana sucks in her lips and bites down a little offering a nod as an apology.
The hallway leading to her bedroom is dimly lit, not dark but just enough light to lead the way. Her room is bright which is odd considering the black paint covering the walls but there are just so many lamps and lights and things flickering around the room. They both eye up the bed as they enter both wondering and secretly hoping for the other to suggest using the bed instead of being on opposite sides of the room.
Santana fills their cups up a little more, replenishing what tiny sips they did take back up again and then places the bottle onto her vanity table. Cup to her lips she turns around to find Brittany staring at her, licking her lips tasting the champagne on them. Feeling odd under her friends stare she moves from her spot and walks over towards her bedside table, rifles through a few things and smiling proudly when she pulls her hand out lifting it up to show Brittany.
"Blue's Clues, Blue's Clues." She sings her own song to herself as she walks over to an outlet and plugs Blue into the wall, smiling at the tiny glowing dog when she lights up.
"You're so cute." Brittany sighs out, a silly smile on her face as well. "I mean, because you have a Blue's Clues night light… ya know." She waves her hand at the Latina as if telling her to 'forget it' and she takes a gulp of her drink.
"Do you want to," Santana takes a breath quickly and motions towards the bed. "I was thinking we can like, stack up the pillows, my comforter and whatever in the middle of the bed." She explains walking towards the bed and begins to move things around. "Like, a wall or some shit." Brittany finishes the rest of her champagne, placing the cup beside the bottle on the vanity table.
"I guess so." She replies softly walking to the other side of the bed and moves the two pillows from that side to the center where Santana placed the others.
In silence they continue to create a barrier of sorts in the middle of Santana's queen size bed pulling clothes from her closet to make it high and long enough to literally separate the bed into two sides. When they're done they stand there looking at it, making sure it will serve its intended purpose. They smile at one another bashfully, nodding in approval at their creation and Brittany moves back to pour herself another drink.
"A little liquid courage?" Santana comments with one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows arched up and a smirk on her lips. Brittany glances at her reflection in the mirror and shrugs.
"Something like that." She replies in a bare whisper, bringing the cup up and taking a small sip.
"I can put on some porn if you want, ya know, to get you in the mood." Santana offers as she takes a seat on the edge of her bed and reaches for her remote control watching Brittany drinks her champagne very little at a time. Brittany shakes her head, cup still connected to her lips and giggles slightly, the alcohol slowly starting to affect her.
"Unless you need it." The blonde says finally pulling the cup down so Santana can see her mouth. The Latina lets go of the remote and shakes her head as well. They both look around the room, wondering what to say and what to do next. "So…"
"Since you're up," Santana grins. "How about you shut the light off and then go on this side." She points to the wall of clothing, pillows and her comforter towards the other side she can't see. "And we'll, go from there?" Brittany bites her lower lip, downs the rest of her drink, sets the cup down and slowly walks over to the light switch to shut off the lights.
With the room slightly darker, the only light coming from the nightlight across the room, she is still able to make her way around the room without bumping into anything. She sets herself down onto the side of the bed designated for her and looks at the wall, unable to see the Latina on the other side. She kicks her shoes off before bringing her feet up and she leans against the headboard.
"Should we take our clothes off now?" Brittany asks, her hands already at the zipper of her Cheerio's top. Santana twists her lips and brings her hands to the hem of her shirt.
"Uh, yeah, I guess that'd be a start." She answers, lifting it above her head and Brittany can see her hands and forearms along with the article of clothing she is removing. She soon does the same, unzipping her cheerleading top and freeing herself from it. They both toss their tops onto the floor, making the only sound in the room.
Their bra's come next, throwing them in the same vicinity as their tops and then come down their bottoms and under garments. Brittany hears the sound of Santana's side table, some rustling and assumes that the other girl is grabbing her lotion or lube or whatever it is she plans on using. The blonde lowers herself on the bed until her head is resting on the mattress, her legs bent at the knees and slightly spread, her breathing uneven.
Santana lowers herself further down onto the mattress, her head coming down to the mattress as well, her legs outstretched and slightly spread and her hands resting on her abdomen. She licks her lips and eyes flicker to the giant monstrosity separating her from Brittany's body. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she turns her attention to the barely lit ceiling above them.
"Just thinking about the other day gets me hard." Santana finally breaks their silence, bringing a hand up to cup her own breast her brain replaying the last time she was naked in the same room as her best friend.
Brittany swallows hard and nods regardless of the fact that she knows Santana can't see her. Her fingers tickle up the side of her ribcage and to the outside of her breast, teasingly tracing the tips of her fingers over her hardening nipple.
"Are you hard now?" Brittany's voice cracks and she closes her eyes remembering how hard and big Santana had gotten the other day. The dark haired girls other hand comes down her stomach and roughly tugs at her growing erection and grunts at the sensation as she moves over the tip.
"Mhmm." She hums out, closing her eyes imaging the hand on her cock is Brittany's and not her own. "Are you touching yourself?" She asks, peeking one eye open like this action will allow her to see the blonde through the blockade of crap.
"I'm squeezing my tits, pushing them together and pinching my nipples." Brittany tells her, biting on her lower lip as she does exactly what she had just explained to Santana. Her thighs push together, feeling her arousal growing by the second and pooling between her legs. "I'm getting so wet just thinking that you're hands are on me." She admits, turning her head into the bed.
"Feel how wet you are… tell me." The shorter girl begs, her hand beginning to slide up and down her cock and grabs the lube to squirt some onto her.
"How many fingers?"
"Just one… for now." Santana pants out, her throat moving up and down picturing on the back of her eyelids Brittany slipping a finger inside of herself. "Stick it all the way in."
Brittany does as she's told and brings her hand between her legs and teases her entrance with the tip of her middle finger before pushing it in, all the way. She gasps and her hips move up for some friction, her mouth drops open and her eyes roll in the back of her head.
"Jesus." She sighs exasperatedly. "I'm so wet Santana, everything is throbbing." She whimpers, slowly starting to slide her finger in and out of herself.
"Do you want me to finger you Brittany?" Santana asks in a calm voice as she strokes her member, gripping a little tighter. "Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?" She repeats, using more particular words this time when she doesn't get an answer the first time, the slight moan doesn't count.
"I want…" Brittany tries to speak but her clenched teeth are making it hard, she's desperately trying to keep control of the situation but this alcohol and arousal coursing through her veins is not much help in doing that.
"Put another finger inside of you and picture me above you." The Latina says while with her free hand she begins to squeeze at her breasts again.
"Mmmm." Brittany starts moving her hips more with the rhythm her fingers are setting, stilling for a brief moment to get comfortable with the newest edition inside of her. "I'm so tight, you'd love it."
"I do love it." Santana groans, twisting the palm of her hand over the tip of her dick and turning her grip upside down as she strokes it. "While I'm fingering you… what are you doing to me?" She inquires, bringing her other hand away from her chest and down to grab her balls, squeezing them causing her legs to move and spread further for a better sensation.
"I'm slowly stroking your huge cock, just the way you like it." The blonde explains in a deep and low voice that causes the Latina to grunt as she moves her hand quickly for a few moments. "Just the way you taught me how to jerk you off."
"What am I doing after I finger you?"
"You lick your fingers clean." Brittany spreads her legs more and bends her knees a lot more and Santana licks her lips at the idea of tasting Brittany all over her fingers.
"Then I move down between your legs." Santana takes over story time, her body writhing under her own touch.
"Mhmm." The blonde agrees with the way this is going and she runs her fingers through her hair, bunching it up in her fist.
"And I slowly start to lick your pussy, tasting how hot and ready you are for me." Brittany moans at the feeling between her legs at the sound of Santana's voice talking to her like this. "Mmm, and you taste so fucking good B."
"Are you going to stick your tongue inside of me?" Brittany wonders out loud through her heavy breathing, Santana frantically nods doing her best to not frantically start moving her hand up and down and end this too soon.
"Yes." She hisses out, her hips clearly not listening to her plan to move cautiously. "And I suck on you clit, making you squirm a bit." She grins and hears Brittany giggle as she pants. "I'm gonna eat you out until you come in my mouth." Santana tells her bluntly. "And I'm not gonna stop licking your soaking wet pussy until you're ready to come again."
"God." Brittany moans out in the delightful imagery the Latina is giving her. "And when I'm ready to come again?"
"I pull back because I don't want you to come yet." Santana quickly chimes in. "And then I move between your legs with my dick in my hand and jerk off on your pussy for a little while, hitting your clit with the tip and running it up and down to get you all over it." She just barely even knows what she is saying now. So many things are flying through her mind, things she wants to do to the blonde on the other side of the bed and how she wants to do them in a less hypothetical situation.
"Are you gonna fuck me?"
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
Their hands push under the pillows and blankets and everything in the room they have tried to use to keep them separated but those objects are of no use. Within seconds, slow torturous seconds, their hands bump into one another and a squeal of delight tumbles from both of their lips as their breath catches in their throats. Their pinkies flirt against one another, tempting and teasing the other with nudges and light grazes before completely wrapping around each other like they are meant to forever be intertwined.
One hand pulls the other and then the other pulls back and the pinkies are squeezing so hard, trying to get all the feeling to shoot through the tiny finger and into the other person's body. They both breath out 'no touching' but neither one of them pulls their hand away, hoping the other will have the willpower to break the connection but ultimately relieved when it doesn't happen. Linked pinkies become laced fingers and tightly clasped hands with thumbs rubbing and caressing words and feelings through the skin like some sort of an unspoken language.
Fingers run slide across palms where thumbs hook together as the other, longer fingers desperately search for other skin to touch and explore but trying to keep control of the situation at the same time. It's of no use when the last barrier, the last thing holding them back are those hooked thumbs and when they release hands shoot out to find the skin on the other side.
"I need to…" Brittany pants out, not even really sure of what she is saying or was even going to say. Her sentence stops there as her body works itself on Santana's bed, her hand grasping at warm skin just on the other side of this wall they'd built between them.
"Mhmm." Santana hums out, her finger finally grazed a patch of skin and she feels a jolt. "Me too." Her breathing is quick, her hips moving into her hand as she tries to slow the motions of her hand wanting this to last as long as possible.
"Tell me." The blonde begs and Santana can pretty much taste the frustration built between Brittany's legs and it is so good, mouth watering even. Santana's cheeks puff out, she's trying her hardest to keep control, trying to speak without acting but she wants to, she needs to and she is going to.
"I can't…" She hisses, pulls back her hand from under the fortress of pillows, blankets and random objects and sits up ripping the tower apart, throwing everything off of the bed until she can see Brittany's body in the very dim light of her nightlight. "Brittany," Her panting has increased and her eyes are so dark, Brittany is sure it's not because the room is nearly dark, and she swallows hard as she begins to turn slowly towards the blonde. "I need to touch you or I am going to…" Her head shakes, there are no words to describe what she'll do if she can't touch this girl beside her. If she doesn't she is positive the world may actually end and with that in her mind she sidles up next to Brittany and brings her hand to hover over her chest. "If you don't want this too, tell me, because if you don't say anything I won't be able to stop myself."
Brittany watches her friends hand hang in the air inches away from her body and all she can think about is the electrical current coursing through her body just from the proximity. Without letting the consequences, the possible outcomes play in her mind she puts her hand over the top of Santana's and pulls it against her body. They both wince in pleasure and pain at the feeling of finally having skin on skin. It's scorching her body, searing this feeling into her brain to be forever stored in her memory and she revels in the pressure of this hand making certain it is not forgotten.
Santana, lying on her side, slowly trails the outside of her hand around the curvature of Brittany's left breast before cupping it from the bottom and leaning over to take the blonde's hardened nipple into her mouth. Brittany hisses, her body convulses, her hand flies up to the back of Santana's neck to pull her closer and her eyes widen.
She releases it shortly after initial contact with a popping noise, the air from the room making it stand even more to attention from her saliva. Her eyes flicker from breast to breast then to the blonde's face and she slides the top of her body over Brittany's, her hands coming in contact with her sides with her fingers trailing softly down her ribcage. Brittany's body arches again, needing and wanting so much more than what she is being given but not calling out for it because she can wait, she's been waiting.
"Santana," Brittany croaks out, her voice broken with desire and so many other things that get lost in the almost dark room. Her hand moves from Santana's neck and to the back of her head, running her fingers through the hair and gripping it trying her best not to pull the girl up to eye level. "Please don't stop, keep going..." When the Latina looks up she thinks she sees a small pout, but it's still kind of dark in here and the Blue's Clues nightlight isn't any help right now but she nods and carefully presses her lips to Brittany chest, placing a small kiss. "No kis..."
"Brittany, no kissing on the lips... but I'm going to kiss every other part of your body tonight." She looks back up again to try and meet those blue eyes. "Just for tonight." The blonde nods nervously.
Santana brings her face back down to Brittany's chest, pressing soft kisses to the skin of her breast and around her nipples. Her hand finds its way to the inside of the cheerleader's thigh, fingers lightly grazing the skin causing goose bumps in their wake. Brittany's own hand has since been removed from between her legs, letting the anticipation of Santana taking over completely cause her body to buzz, everywhere.
"I'm going to finger you Brittany." Santana whispers into her ear as she teases the tip of her middle finger at Brittany's slick entrance. "God," Her head turns into blonde hair, breathing it in as she feels the wetness on her finger. "You are so fucking wet." Brittany's hips are moving, trying to speed things along, the ache needing to be released.
"Ungh." Brittany's hand flies up to grip at Santana's neck, pulling her closer against her neck until her lips are against her skin sucking and her tongue is licking at the sweat there. "Do it, do it." The blonde begs and all the air leaves her lungs when Santana finally thrusts into her, holding it there for a few moments not able to breathe herself. "Oh my God."
Brittany's hand moves from Santana's neck and she collects some saliva on her tongue and licks from the heel of her hand to the tips of her fingers, moistening it up good and then brings her hand to Santana's cock, gripping it firmly.
"Shit." The Latina hisses against the blonde's neck, her blonde hair sticking to the both of their faces.
She strokes Santana's shaft up and down at a teasingly slow pace while Santana does the same, moving in and out of her best friend's centre carefully and gently. Her pale fingers move up to the tip and she spins her palm around it getting a moan to escape the Latina's lips. Two sets of hips jostle against hands and the bed and into bodies and speed is picked up.
"More." Brittany whines into the dimly lit room leaning her head against Santana's forehead, their skin slipping against each other, the sweat covering their bodies from the exertion and impending release. Santana listens and quickly adds another finger humming deep down in her throat at how tight her friend is around her fingers.
She thrusts quicker and a little harder, pulling out every now and again to rub tight circles around her clit. The shorter girl drapes a leg over the cheerleader's and pulls it by the knee spreading her legs even further and is more humping Brittany's hand than the hand actually moving around her. Feeling herself on the edge of release Brittany whips her head to face Santana, pushing their foreheads together and they lock eyes, their breath mixing with one another's, lips just millimeters apart.
Her hips cant up forcing Santana deeper inside of her while she rubs her clit with one hand and tries to take control of Santana as well. She swallows hard as the blonde's hand tightens around her shaft and moves up and down with a fast pace. Her eyes go wide when Brittany's mouth opens up making a perfect 'o' shape and her back arches up from the bed and hand comes from her clit to the back of Santana's keeping her buried inside of her. The Latina feels her walls clench around her fingers and that's what makes her teeter on the edge, moments, seconds really from joining the blonde on the wave of her high.
"Mmmph." She grunts as she shoots her load onto Brittany's side and her stomach and on her hand, some of it hitting the sheets beneath them. Her hips thrust forward intent on getting every single drop out of her and preferably onto the blonde's body in one way or another. When she feels Brittany's body sink further into the bed slowly coming down from her orgasm she squirts out the rest of her load onto the blonde's hip.
They lay there, fingers still inside Brittany and a hand still wrapped around Santana's member that is slowly softening. Their eyes remained locked, breathing into one another's mouths and foreheads still resting against each other. Noses touch and it would take one tiny movement, one little motion of her head tilted upwards to press her lips to Brittany's but… she holds back and settles on pressing a small kiss to the tip of her nose instead and breathes out a smile when Brittany does.
"Told you I was going to kiss every part of your body." She sighs out, still trying to control her breathing and Brittany giggles out airily and nods, their foreheads slipping and sliding against each other.
i thought about putting a 'tbc...' at the end of this but then figured it'd be pointless only because this is obviously not the end of the story, there is so0o0o much more to tell:) but i guess with that in mind consider this 'night' between Brittana not exactly over.
:) yes i like to leave you to think...
i hope this chapter left you a bit satisfied;)