We briefly get to see what's happening with Santana in the present, which isn't in italics. I apologise greatly for the length of this chapter. I got a bit carried away with it and I didn't see any way I could fit it in with another chapter. Please read and review. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything to do with it. This is entirely fictional and in no way part of the show Glee. But if I did I would totally rock that show.
Chapter Twelve: Aftermath
I crunched my eyes, a dull ache blanketed my chest as the painkillers wore off. It felt like a massive hangover; it felt like an elephant was standing on my head, every door shutting sounded like a shotgun going off right by my ear. And to top it all off, I was drowsy which meant slightly hallucinating. To my right I saw a pale, slender hand that belonged to a tall, shadowing figure that hovered over me. Another body walked in, and headed straight towards me. A cold, rough, unfamiliar hand touched my own, I went to flinch, but had no strength odd sensationtook place in my hand, where the drip full of liquid painkillers was being replaced. My eyes were so blurred I couldn't make out anything about this person, apart from the cut off jean jacket that hung gently off their shoulders, one I distinctly recognised. As I opened my mouth to speak to the unknown figure that stood so close to my beside, the drugs kicked in and I whirled off into a dreamland.
"SHE'S FLATLINING!" I heard a continuous beeping. What was going on? Am I dying? I could feel multiple pairs of hands on my body, tearing my clothes off, revealing my bare chest. A cold breeze brushed over my body. Two pads pressed against my chest, a huge volt of electricity pumped into me, causing me to arch. I heard a sob in the corner, someone was crying for me.
"Please... Sss... Save her... I can't... If she dies..." The person who was sobbing muttered these words. I could barely make out what they were saying over the machines and voices. Who was it? My parents had died two years ago in a horrific road accident, I only had one sibling, Rodriguez, but he was in the army. I hadn't heard from him in years. Brittany, well, she didn't care about me, we hadn't talked in... Oh god. 9 months. Wow. Not since she walked out. Enough time for a life to grown and be born. And in some ways I guess a new life was created during those nine months. An independent one. One that didn't include spending every minute of the day with the most beautiful girl in the world. I had to grow, to develop and get used to having to be alone. It was a struggle but I was reborn into a stronger person. I'd never go back to the person I was; someone who was vulnerable and who let one person run my life, incidently almost killing me.
Another jolt of something ran through me, except this time it wasn't of electricity from the defibrillator, it was an agonising shock, causing my heart beat to decrease. The voices in the room slowly started dying away... the volume was decreasing, not the tone. The voices were still shouting, yelling at me to come back. I heard my heart beat faulter and he memory of the most beautiful person that ever walked this earth flashed into my mind. My mind smiled, it was now a peaceful place. It no longer consisted of broken promises and bitter, cracked hearts. Finally, I didn't mind possessing it.
But, what had I achieved in this life time? I'm 24 years old, I'm single and I have no family. I have a few friends, an apartment and an alright job. I should count myself lucky really to be honest, there's millions of people less fortune than I am. But I still feel empty, my heart hasn't beat the same in a while... I just haven't been myself. But a piece of me is missing. She is missing. And without her, I feel incomplete. Nothing has gone right this year. Absolutely nothing. It's nearing Christmas, and I'm all alone in a world full of people. Maybe being hit at 60mph by a 4x4 was a gift, a sick gift admittedly, but maybe it was just a very painful way of giving me an exit, a release from this heartbreak, a way out. A hot breath arrived at my ear, hand clutching my forearm; "Santana..." But there was no time for a response, I'd gone.
Soft fingertips ran up my arm, hovering at the crease in my elbow. Only one person knew that spot, she had called it my 'cute spot'. Apparently it made me go all giggly, and incidently adorable. I couldn't move, I had no strength anywhere in my body - not to speak, not to move. The only feeling I had was the dull ache in my chest, the aftermath of a boob job. I lay there for hours, my body was never untouched. Somewhere on my body, at all time throughout those hours where I was supposedly unconcious, the soft palm grazed my body. Settling on my hand or forearm, either playing with my fingers or brushing the hair out my face. It was always somewhere, comforting me.
I finally managed to summon the strength to open my eyes, the groggy feeling still washing over me. The big black woman that led me to the surgery earlier was standing over me, shining a bright light into my eyes. I blinked, and then squinted away, flinching at the pain the light brought. All I had seen for the last couple of hours was darkness. I could feel the warmth of a soft palm on my own. I squeezed gently, hoping for some type of response. It'd been so long since I'd felt any type of affection. A felt my hand tighten as the person on the end of it squeezed back. I gently opened my eyes, slowly letting the light in. The moon beat in through the window, highlighting a blonde head of hair asleep in the corner chair. A sweet smile spread across my face, she was here. She travelled over 100 miles to come and see me. I giggled, realising I was parched, the giggle lead to cough and the blonde sat up straight. Shaking her head, trying to erase the sleepiness. It had always been a tough job getting Brittany out of bed, but nuzzling against her neck always seemed to work. However it usually led to something that required a hell of a lot more energy.
She slowly got up, rubbing her hands into her eyes. The blanket sliding off her tall, slender body and onto the floor. I could barely see a thing in the darkness - only the outline of this beautiful blondes body as it gracefully glided over to me, kneeling down beside me. I felt her presence even before she arrived next to me. The scent of coconut wafted over towards me, sending my nostrils and tastebuds into a frenzy. Hundreds of memories ran through my brain, every touch, every kiss, every smile that me and this glorious beaty shared entered my mind. An arm leant across me, grazing my stomach and a plastic cup was brought to my lips. I gulped, feeling the cool sensation of icey water sooth my throat. The hand returned, placing the cup back to its original place before resting on my forearm. I could feel her breath hitting my face, she was so close I could hear her tongue sweeping over her perfect pink lips.
"Santana." Her gentle voice spoke. I folded in my bottom lip, biting gently.
"You're here." I exhaled, the words flowing gently with escaping oxygen. I opened my eyes a tiny bit more, revealing bright blue eyes staring at me, studying my face. A smile crept across my face, hovering there before reflecting onto her own. She leant over me and tenderly raised her hand to my face, bringing the back of her fingers to my cheek and stroking it softing.
"Of course I am San, I'm always here. You know that." She whispered, her eyes still locked on mine.
"I did ring you B, before I left Ohio. You didn't answer." I blinked slowly, noticing ever curve on her face. Everything about her just screamed beauty.
"My contract got cut off, I couldn't make or recieve any calls. I'm sorry. I tried to ring your mobile but it went straight to voice mail." The expression she was giving me was truthful, but her eyes were full of hurt. Maybe she thought I was ignoring her.
"But even when I was on holiday? There was no word from you." I lowered my eyes, breaking contact with hers. They fixed on the board on end of the bed, my eyes automatically furrowing.
"S, I haven't had a phone since you left. The contract was cut off the day you went on holiday. My mum doesn't have enough money to pay for it, so I've been using a temporary one, and I don't have your number. I dialled a number I thought was yours but I think I mixed up a digit." She looked confused.
"Oh, right. Just a big misunderstanding then right?" I raised my hand, pinky out. Her attention turned to my hand, she bit her cheek, and shook her head. She prised my curled fingers apart with her own before intertwining them. It felt right. I lifted my gaze, transferring it to her eyes - which were already looking at me.
"I missed you. A lot." Her eyebrows lightly raised simultaneously. Causing her eyes to shine brighter than ever, the moon emphasising the blue in them.
"Me too Britt, me too." I replied, fiddling with with her fingers with my empty hand. She smiled and my insides melted. I took a deep breath in, a sharp sting of pain jolted through my body - reminding me of my recent surgery. I released my hand from hers and shifted my body so it was left half the bed empty. She looked confused, her eyes questioning me.
"The chair doesn't look to comfy." She smiled sweetly, before climbing onto the bed with me. My side suddenly felt warm as her body pressed up against me, the bed dipping slightly. She nuzzled underneath my arm, making sure she didn't touch my tender chest. Her arm came over, placing across my stomach. Her fingertips traced circles around my bellybutton, and after a while it came to a stop; her palm laying on my waist, squeezing it tenderly - and with that we fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning, my palm tingled. I looked down to see that it wasn't clutching anything, Brittany wasn't there. My heart sank, and I glanced across the room - my eyes hovering over an unfamiliar bag. It was baby pink, only a small piece of luggage. PIERCE was pasted on the size in large white capitals. I swung my legs over the side of my bed, rubbing my eyes with my hands. A tall blonde bounded in the room with a spring in her step, a grin spread across her face faster than a spark on petrol. Her perfectly straight, white teeth beamed at me, sendind butterflies all over my body. She approached me, her legs pushing in between my own, my knees crashing against her lower thigh. Damn these hospital beds are high I thought to myself.Her hands grasped my shoulders, gently stroking them with her thumbs. My fingers instrinctively ran up the sides of her thighs, settling on her hipbones. I felt her body shiver under my touch;
"Morning gorgeous." The blonde said, her attention focusing on the larger lumps on my chest, covered by the awful hospital robe.
"Hey." I giggled, her head slightly tilting whilst revealing another brilliantly white smile.
"Coffee?" Her arm stretched behind her, reaching to the table which held a white mug, steam gently flowing over the top.
"Please." I nodded.
"How are you feeling this morning?" My eyes focused on the coffee mug, I brought my lips to the rim, feeling the liquid slide down the back of my throat, settling in my stomach.
"Alright. The grogginess has gone but now I just have the ache. But... on the bright side. I get to go home today." She smiled and bit her lip. That smile was ridiculously arousing. As if she could read my mind, she bent forward, pressing her lips to mine. This kiss wasn't like She had always been able to read my mind. I smiled into the kiss and she pulled away, scrunching her nose. She was so god damn adorable. I stood up, my hands skimming her waist before settling on the small of her back, drawing her body closer to mine. I winced at the pain as her breasts met my new ones, but I pulled her tighter. Our hipbones colliding, and my head nuzzling into her collarbone. I pressed a small, sweet kiss at the base of her neck, while her hand stroked up and down my back.
"I've missed this." The words flowed out my mouth without my brain taking notice.
"Me too San. Next year you're not going on holiday." She smirked as she released me from the hug.
"That's cool with me B." My hands smoothing down my robe. "I need to get out of these disgusting clothes." Without a word, Britt skipped over to my bag, pulling out a pair of jeans and a white tank top.
"It's warm today." Her other unoccupied arm reaching out to the curtains before pulling them back. I flinched as the sunlight hit my pupils.
"Yeah? Well best make the most of the day. I'm going to get ready." I stated, expecting her to turn around. She smoothed past me, sitting cross legged on the bed - her eyes watching me. I shrugged out of my hospital gown, revealing a big white bandaged that covered my breasts, going round to my back. Her eyes widened in shock.
"Does it look that bad?" I questioned her.
"Oh no, I even looking at the bandage." I gazed down, examining my body, realising I was standing in my a thong and the bandage. I smiled.
"I don't know how it's possible S, but somehow you manage to get even more beautiful every single time I see you." Brittany spoke honestly, her fingers playing with a lace on her Converses which her eyes were fixed on.. My face stayed facing the floor, a blush covering my cheeks due to the compliment.
"Thanks Britt Britt." I shot her a toothy grin. Her blue eyes sparkled at me and a sigh came from my chest. She dipped her head, like she was questioning my sigh. I coughed quickly, covering up what I'd just done.
"Come on then. Let's go." I said before she nodded and grabbed my bag, swinging it over her shoulder before picking her bag and up gripping it tightly. Despite carrying what I knew were two heavy bags, she reached out her hand, waiting expectantly. Despite the tingles and butterflies mixing in my stomach, I knew that me and Brit were always just best friends; maybe sometimes with benefits but only friends. I'd never had another best friend, so the way I was feeling obviously was how two best friends feel towards eachother. Jesus, how could I mistake an amazing friendship for something more? Santana Lopez almost thought she was gay. Ha. The words ran through my brain, bringing a laugh that acknowledging how stupid I had been.
"Well?" I shook my head, throwing the thoughts away before pressing my cool hand to her soft palm. Her thumb gently stroking the back of my hand as we walked towards her car. It took a while before it clicked;
"Brit? You drive?" She had mentioned driving previously but I'd never really processed it.
"Yeah. While you were away I had to keep myself distracted, so I took my drivers ED class. Apparently I'm not stupid at everything." She beamed a glorious smile at me. Her own sentence contradicting herself. Distracted? From what? I let those questions pass, I didn't need to know.
"Cool. Well, drive me home chauffeur." I winked at her, causing a smile to spread across her face. My eyes gazed into hers, a slight confusion mixed with her pupils.
"It means personal driver. It's a joke B." She stucked her tongue out whilst still grinning at me. Friends. Just friends. And she drove me home, both us singing Adele loudly, and badly. I'd always loved this side of Brittany, well there wasn't a side I didn't love about her - but her playful, childish side was just too adorable. I couldn't help myself when I reached out and placed my hand over hers which was on the gearstick. Her hand flinched quickly, suprised at my affection, but a warm smile expanded across her gorgeous face as she turned her palm up, intertwining our fingers. We stayed like that the whole way home.
That night we were in my room, giggling over the pictures Manhands posted on Facebook of her and Finn. We were both sitting side by side, cross legged and in corresponding pajames. I was wearing grey short shorts and a baby blue tank top, she was wearing baby blue short shorts and a grey tank top that clung tightly to her toned body. Watching her change into them was more than difficult; so I'd fixed them to the computer screen, focusing on the picture of Finn and Rachel cuddling by the sea.
"He has to be mentally unstable to go out with her without someone pressing a knife into his back." Her giggle subsided and she turned her head to look at me.
"Well I mean, she's happy. He's happy - together they're happy. It doesn't matter what other people think, if they love each other, they love each other regardless of other people. The relationship is between two people, those two people, not the entire school." The tone in her voice told me she was slightly offended by my comment about Rachel. I furrowed my eyebrows, arching my right one, questioning her answer. The words sunk in, why did that offend her so much? But that was another wonderful thing about her, no matter who it was, she'd always find the good in anyone - I'm surprised she managed to find any in me. She acted the part of the dumb blonde but she was smarter than everyone thinks.
"You're smart B." She widened her eyes, stunned by my statement. She welled up, reaching over placing her hands on mine, her palm on the back of my hand, which were in between us. We were now sitting cross-legged facing each other.
"No-one's ever called me smart before." Her eyes now glistening with tears. They blinked to my lips and then once again back to my eyes. She rolled over my hands with her own, linking our fingers together. I rolled my lips inwards, pushing my tongue out as I did - moistening them. She gulped and leant forward; my eyes closed, awaiting her lips. Just as I expected, a soft pair of lips pressed against my own, it was a sweet, caring kiss. No sexual tension behind it. Her lips parted, doing the same to my own, her soft tongue tracing along my bottom lip. I sighed into the kiss, releasing a little moan. I felt her smile into the kiss and I pulled away, staring into her beautiful azure eyes.
"Sometimes it's easier to play dumb because they're situations where I'd get hurt a lot, because of how much I know. So being stupid is almost an escape route." She spoke honestly.
"Damn Brit." I smiled back, the butterflies in my stomach going wild. She definitely knew how to use those lips. Her kisses always left me wanting more, they did something that left me tasting her on my lips. Such an amazing, unique taste - always kept me coming back for more. "You know how to kiss." We both erupted into laughter. I didn't know what to say, she sounded as if there was reasoning behind her playing stupid, like some motive to keep on pretending to be dumb.
I bent forward, leaning to the left of Britt, closing the laptop which had previously been beside us. I pushed up on my hands, reaching to the floor where I put the laptop, making sure no damage would come to it. As I rose, I pushed myself onto her, forcing both of us down onto the mattress. She wiggled out her legs from underneath her; tangling them with my own. I took the position of laying on my back, Britt placed a hand tightly over my waist. She had always had a vice grip - I remember the mornings I spent trying to prize her arms from my side, waking her up in the process. The rarely-seen Brittany scowl that pasted across her face, which suddenly transformed into a great big grin as her blue eyes met my chocolate ones. I shifted in the bed, making myself more comfortable. She felt my movement and she raised her arm, going with it. She re-draped her arm across my chest, avoiding the tenderness. Her fingertips brushed over my shoulder, tracing down my tanned skin towards my hand. My palm faced upwards, so she caressed her smooth nails over them. I brought my hand to the top of her arm, which was under her head. I grazed my pointer finger down her pale arm lazily, hovering over the crease in her elbow. I did this for several minutes, feeling her cuddle into me as close as physically possible.
"Can we stay like this forever S?" She whispered, her breath tickling my neck.
"Forever is a long time Britt Britt. Things change." I squinted my eyes, remembering my holiday. She hadn't talked to me the whole time, fair enough that her contract had been cut off and she didn't have my number - but I had been home for three days before my surgery and she didn't bother coming to see me. If it wasn't for my surgery, how long would I of had to waited before she came. Would she have at all?
"That's why I'm asking. I know forever is a long time, and I'd happily spend it with you, here, forever." I smiled affectionately, warmth spread through my aching chest - instantly making it feel better. I could feel her eyes on me. I tiltled my head down, her hand meeting my cheek as if she was about to do it for me. She bent her head up, my lips greeting hers. Her hand lifted our hands into mid-air, our lips moving in sync with eachother. They fit so perfectly. Just sex. No feelings. Remember. I wouldn't let myself feel anything, I built a wall a while ago, and it wasn't coming down. Santana Lopez never feels anything for anyone, and her best friend was no exception. I'd always worn a suit of armour, protecting myself against anything that would require feeling any sort of human emotion. Emotions fucked everything up. We're best friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. The voice in my head echoing my words whilst Brittany's tongue was smoothing her tongue over my own, massaging it. We parted, taking a deep breath - she placed one last sweet kiss against my lips before turning onto her back angling herself away from my body, her head resting into the crook of my armpit. Her right hand was playing with the fingers of my left hand, which was grasping her other hand. The moonlight highlighted it. This moment was so perfect. Two best friends just lying in complete silence, no awkwardness. There was no need to speak. I felt so vulnerable lying here, Brittany had a way of opening me up. But at the same time I'd never felt safer. I could arm myself with thousands of guns and knives, and I still wouldn't feel as safe as I did in that moment.
"I've missed you, I never thought I was capable of missing someone that much." I revealed into her lucious blonde locks, ending with a kiss. Coconut powered through my nostrils, entering my brain and making me shiver.
"Me too S." Her soft voice whispered; I'd always loved her voice. It always drove me insane, it turned my inside to mush everytime I heard it. She lowered our entangled hands, placing them over her. I could feel her heart beating through her chest rapidly. It was one of the best feelings, listening and feeling her heartbeat, knowing it was beating like that because of me. It sent tingles through me, fizzing out in my heart. I pulled our hands tighter, securing her to me. Like that, we fell into a blissful sleep.
The rest of the summer carried on like this; we were together almost every day. Sleepover after sleepover, attending numerous parties hosted by Puck. Each time he would try it on with me, and the jealously that stared me in the face through bright blue eyes stopped me. One specific party, Puck leaned in to kiss me whilst he had me pressed up against the wall and I turned my head, my eyes focusing on the beautiful blonde sitting on the sofa across the room.
"Whoah. Since when is Santana Lopez frigid?" He questioned rhetorically. The accusation made my eyes pop open, I was offended as his remark. It just happened to be said when the song playing through the speakers had ended; a few eyes stared in our direction as Puck stood there smirking.
"Frigid?" I exhaled through mostly closed lips. "Actually the only reason I'm rejecting you is because I don't feel like faking another orgasm tonight." I pulled the queen bitch face; which Brittany had named the 'Santana Scowl'. The whole room giggled under their hands, which covered their mouths. Brittany rose from the sofa and walked over to me; grabbing my hand and leading me to the toilet.
"Come on San. Time to pee." She announced, letting everyone hear. As we left we heard the whole room scream with laughter; Puck yelling at everyone to shut up or leave.
I giggled at the memory. Brittany sitting up, her face turning to me whilst my hand was running up and down her back. We were watching The Notebook so she knew I wasn't laughing at that. She gave me a questioning look, awaiting me to answer the silent question.
"I was laughing at that one party Puck had where I told him about my fake orgasms." She smiled, the memory running over her own brain. She swung her legs over the edge, her hands placed either side of her palms down. She pushed down on them, making her stand up. She walked towards the bathroom without a word.
"B?" I called out, no response. The bathroom door was wide open but she didn't answer. I got up cautiously; I'd got used to the pain in my chest but it was only now that I realised I didn't have any. I approached the bathroom, my head peering round the corner. She was applying lip gloss, and fixing her hair.
"It's time to take off the bandages for good." She smiled, her eyes fixing to my chest. She reached towards me, pulling me infront of the floor-length mirror. "I'll be in there." She pointed towards the bedroom, leaving me to examine my new breasts after closing the door. I took my top off, staring at the bandages wrapped around my chest. I'd gone to the local hospital to have my stitches taken out three weeks before; and they'd told me I could take the bandage off soon. Britt was with me and obviously she heard more than me, I was too ecstatic to remember the date in which I could take the bandage off. Once again, I'm so lucky to have her.
I reached round under my left arm, undoing the safety pin. I slowly unwrapped the bandage, finally revealing a perfect pair of DD boobs. The nipples were perfectly placed, like before, but they were bigger and perkier. I cupped one, feeling the silicone inside. It didn't feel unnatural; but it definitely didn't feel like my old ones. There were no longer angry, red scars underneath them - just a faint slightly silver line. Although my olive skin managed to mask scars quite well. I loved them - it was so worth it. I reached to put my top back on before I noticed a bag on the toilet seat, 'Santana' written on a post it note which was stuck to it. I opened it up, finding a black lacy bra with purple lining and tiny bows on the straps, matching thong and all. They were sized correctly, exactly my measurements. Brittany. The name flashed a smile across my face. I hadn't worn in a bra in weeks, the bandage always acted as one. So I undressed from my original thong, putting on my brand new ones she'd bought me. I placed my white tank top back on, along with my jean short shorts on I'd been wearing previously. My cleavage was bigger than ever, peeking over my top. They felt huge in this balcony bra, like I had a ledge underneath my chin. I knew she was awaiting me; so I opened the door and took a deep breath.
As I stepped out the door, I felt her head snap up, eyes widening. A smile gradually crept across her face; her white teeth beaming at me. She bit her bottom lip and crawled to the end of the bed, which was closer to me. She swung her legs over the edge and placed her hands, palms down, her mouth forming into an O shape.
"Well?" I questioned, already knowing her answer due to the reaction, but it was better to hear the words.
"Wow. They're umm," she coughed, "definitely.. wow." She could barely get any words out. I dipped my head, eyes gazing at the floor - concealing my smile. I felt two hands at the back of my legs, pulling my thighs towards her. My head raised as I straddled her; letting my arms drape around the back of her neck. Her lips pressed to my collarbone, tongue slowly tracing up my neck, her lips returning to my jawline.
"I'm assuming that's good then." I giggled into the air, her hot breath meeting my ear.
"Definitely." She kissed the hollow just under my ear. "But you were beautiful and sexy before them anyway. Now you're beautiful and even more sexier; which I didn't think was possible." Her teeth grazed my earlobe, slightly tugging at them. She pulled away, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. I bit my bottom lip before she rested her forehead against my own. "I want you so much right now." She was struggling to restrain herself, I could tell by the handful of my shirt she had on my back.
"And you're restraining yourself because..." Her eyes met mine, smiling at my suggestive tone. She pressed her soft lips to mine, a groan instantly coming from her mouth. That was such a turn on. I smiled into the kiss before slowly urging my tongue between her lips, asking for access. Her lips parted and our tongues met, a sensual oral battle begun. Her hands slid up my thighs, gradually approaching my ass. They slipped underneath me, grabbed the behind of my thighs - and she stood up. Our lips never parted as she laid me down on the bed, one hand under me, which I'm pretty sure meant she could feel the heat emitting from my centre, and one on the small of my back. She pulled away, slowly peeling off her top. I pushed myself up on my elbows, edging up towards the headboard. My head rested on the pillow as she crawled up on all fours towards me. Her bright pink bra illuminating a tan. Our lips met once more, the contact made me shiver; my arousal levels were already through the roof. Her hand slowly slid down to my hipbones, her fingertips caressing the skin covering them. My top was riding up, and her hand helped it. Her palm pressed to my taut stomach, my hands were sliding up her back, feeling every muscle. She pressed her body closer to me; I was about to burst with the way I'd felt. It had been such a long time since she had touched me like this, with no intention of stopping. I wrapped my legs around hers, so she was lying in between my legs. The fabric rubbing against our centres, creating friction and even more heat. I moaned as her lips ran down my jawline to my neck. Her tongue swirling on the sensitive spot she knew I had.
"Fuck Britt." I breathed. I pushed towards, our bodies colliding and lips parting. I flipped us, so I was straddling her again. Sitting up, her hands ran down my sides, her fingers hooking into my jean shorts. I jumped at the touch, her hands ever so cool. Her bright blue eyes shone at me, sparkling with lust. Goosebumps covered my body as she slid her fingers under the waistband of my new thong. She unbuttoned my jean shorts, her fingers cool to the touch. I bit my bottom lip; she mirrored my movement. I raised my hips, pressing myself into her even more. My hands roamed over her toned abs, landing on her breasts. I could feel her nipples through her bra, which were already hard. I bent at the waist, my lips returning to hers. I was all of a sudden aware both of us were wearing too many clothes. I stood up over Britt, her hands running up my calves. Removing my top and shrugging off my shorts - she took off her shorts. Her eyes widened at the sight of the underwear she'd bought me on my nearly naked body. Thin pieces of fabric covering the spots we both wanted too touch on eachother. I re-straddled her, our lips colliding once more. My tongue was probing in and out of her mouth, gasping for breath every now and then. She brought her palm to my stomach, sliding down into my underwear, her fingers sliding over my folds. I arched my back, wanting more. She turned me so I was on my back, removing my bra in one swift movement.
"Dr. Martinez did a good job." She winked, before leaning on her side, my body tingled, due to the missing body heat. Her lips met my neck, and her hand returned under my thong, toying with my folds. I groaned into the night; my breath almost visible due to the unusually cold night. Her index finger slid in between, meeting my swollen clit. She rubbed gently in circles, before sliding two fingers into me. It felt so dream-like, I was terrifed I would wake up. She thrusted into me before throwing her leg over my own, straddling me, fingers still moving. My body immediately recognised her rhythm, moving with it. She kissed down my cleavage, her tongue meeting my left nipple, sucking gently. My centre was thrilled; each touch sending a jolt of electricity down to my clit. Her tongue followed my toned body, before meeting the top of my underwear. She removed her fingers, which glistened in the moonlight. I blushed and she removed my thong, tossing it to the side of my bed. We always stayed at my house now, my parents were out ninety-five percent of the time, leaving me and Britt all alone. My mom and dad trusted me; they knew me and Brittany were best friends. A wet sensation pressed against my soaking centre; removing any thought of my family from my mind. I gripped the sheets on the beds, my knuckles turning white. Her tongue slid expertly between my folds, hovering over my swollen clit before returning to continous strokes. It only took a few minutes before my body was shaking, my back arched and my body falling limp.
I was panting heavily as Brittany returned back up to my face. She pressed her lips to mine, I could taste myself on them. She slid her fingers over my soaking wet folds, moistening her fingers. They approached her mouth as her tongue poked out, licking my juices of her hand.
"Ohmygod." I whispered quickly. She pressed her fingers to my mouth, I licked them gently and she shivered. We kissed for a bit while I recovered, I could still taste myself on her. My hand came around to her back, unclasping her bra; revealing a perfect pair of boobs, hard pink nipples staring at me. I gently grazed my teeth against her one as I slid down her body. I parted her legs, brushing my fingers against the outside of her pink underwear. She grinded her hips; making my touch harder against her. The heat emitted from her centre, I pushed her pants over to the side; sliding one finger into her. She moaned as I slipped another finger in, thrusting gently in and out. My face was so close to her centre, my breath probably sweeping over it. I stuck out my tongue, prodding it to her clit. She arched her back; I knew this was what she'd wanted for a long time. I pushed another finger in, my eyes flickering up to her face as I watched her eyes popping open. She bit down so hard on her lip it turned white. I licked up and down, every now and then swirling my tongue over her swollen clit whilst thrusting with my fingers. I removed my fingers, placing both palms on her stomach as I buried my face into her centre. Her thighs gently squeezing my head. I licked ferociously and I felt her coming as she tightened her thighs around my head; I pressed my tongue to her clit and her back arching for at least twenty seconds before she collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily. I kissed my way back up her body before meeting her lips. A small sweet kiss was what ended that night. I curled up my naked body against hers, feet intertwined and limbs tangled. My arms curled over her waist, securing her to me. Her hand played with my hair and we both stayed silent for a bit.
"Even though you were sexy before; those new additions aren't bad." She giggled, breathing into my hair. I was half asleep as she said this, slowly drifting off.
"They're yours. I'm yours." I responded, half dazed.
"Always. Proudly so." She replied, hugging me tighter before we both fell into a deep sleep. And that, was the best way I could have ended my Summer.
