AN: Hello to all my lovely readers. :) Thank you as always for your reviews. I'm over 200 which is incredible! (Wahoo) Also, to everyone who is just plain reading THANK YOU! Each chapter I seem to get more and more traffic reading this story. You all make it very easy to stay motivated to write. Plus, over the last few chapters I seem to have recruited some new reviewers which is great. :D Everyone is welcome on this party train, but I hope I haven't lost some of my original reviewers/readers in the process. I miss you ladies :( I hope you are only MIA for a couple chapters and not MIA permanently. :( That would make me sad. And me sad is just not natural and personally I think it should be against the law ;) so I hope to hear from some of my old friends soon. I wouldn't want anyone to break the law. ;)
Anyway… I hope this update helps ease the pain of not having new episodes of Glee for the next couple weeks. Unless you are a baseball fan (which lucky for me I'm a HUGE baseball fan even though the damn Phillies lost) it's probably gonna be a long cold October with no Glee to help keep you warm, but know in the mean time there is always plenty of heat to help fight the October chill over here at Playing With Fire. ;) It is after all still summer in this story.
I hope you enjoy chapter 14!
Disclaimer: I own no part of Glee, but I do own a Phillies jersey that is going into early hibernation due to their game five lose. I guess there's always next year. :(
Previously on Playing With Fire
Santana's POV
We ate our pancakes and eventually made our way back to Brittany's apartment. It was late, but I still didn't want the night to end.
"Can I walk you up to your apartment?" I asked, not wanting to be too forward. I didn't want Brittany to think I was expecting anything beyond just walking her to her door, but I certainly wouldn't turn her down if she invited me in. In my opinion it had been an incredible date. I got to share my love of singing, we had my favorite pancakes and it even felt good knowing I had shared information from my past. The only thing missing was…
And now Chapter 14-It's Hot in Here
Santana's POV
The night Brittany and I met we practically jogged to her apartment door. Tonight was different… I still felt my body responding to Brittany, wanting to touch and kiss her like crazy, but this time I didn't feel the need to press the issue. If Brittany wasn't ready or didn't want to take it any further than a good night kiss I wanted to make sure I gave her that option. Not that I wasn't hoping for more, because I was. God was I, but I wanted to make Brittany's first time was about her and not about me being horny and groping her into submission.
We finally made it to her apartment after walking hand in hand from a nearby parking garage.
"Home sweet home" she said unlocking the door and turning towards me. "Do you wanna come in?"
"I thought you'd never ask" I responded eagerly, thinking about all of the possibilities.
Brittany opened the door to her apartment and we were immediately slammed by a wall of hot air.
"Whoa," I said thinking out loud and feeling the hot air entering my lungs making it difficult to breathe. "It feels like a sauna in here."
"Yeah, I'm sorry! My air conditioner pooped out on me a couple days ago. The super said he was gonna fix it as soon as possible, but I guess he hasn't been able too." Brittany explained. "Let me turn on the fan. It helps a little."
"Britt a person could melt in this place." I said feeling the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. "Are you sure you wanna stay here? You can stay with me until it gets fixed? At least you won't start to wilt."
"Thank you," she responded appreciatively "but I have a feeling it's going to get fixed soon. Plus, I've been helping to choreograph this production of West Side Story for a friend of mine so rehearsals have been pretty early in the morning. It's just easier to stay here since all my stuff is here. If you don't wanna stay you don't have to…I know it's really hot and uncomfortable in here."
'How do I answer that…?' I thought looking at Brittany who appeared to be suffering from a bout of uncertainty. 'Of course I wanna stay, but a few more hours in this place and I will melt faster than Frosty the Snowman on the fourth of July.'
Deciding that a little sweat was a small price to pay to spend a little more time with the blonde I responded "I wanna stay!" as I took her hands and looked into her eyes. "I really wanna stay if that's okay?"
Brittany's smile told me everything I needed to know although she still responded, "I'm glad! Do you want a drink or something?"
'Or something…' I said to myself. There were a lot of things I wanted at the moment and a drink was probably closer to the bottom of that list, but she didn't need to know that all the things at the top involved us sweating for totally different reasons.
"I could use a drink." I said noticing how dry my mouth had suddenly become thinking about sweating with a purpose.
Brittany and I sat happily sipping our wine and talking for awhile. The topics were nothing of real significance although we did land on the topic of Puck while talking about Brittany's high school days.
"Are you ready to forgive him yet?" I asked noticing the longing in her eyes and tone.
"No! And I don't want to talk about him." She responded swiftly changing the topic back to her time in Lima but this time talking about some cat that I think she referred to as Lord Tubbington.
While we talked time passed quickly and before I knew it I noticed the blonde starting to fade. Her eyes would flutter closed a little longer than the previous time which made me giggle at her adorable effort to stay awake.
"You look exhausted…Do you wanna go to sleep?" I asked cupping her cheek
"No," she responded through a cute yawn "besides it's too hot to sleep."
"You are just too cute." I said leaning in to kiss her softly.
As we continued to kiss slowly in the middle of the Brittany's living room my hands started to gradually roam around her body. With each touch, new territory was charted and cataloged in my mind for further discovery at a later time. It was easy to get swept up in the moment while kissing Brittany. I could taste the wine on her tongue as our tongues danced easily with each other. I could taste the flavor of her lip gloss as I mapped the feel of her lips gliding with mine and I could feel the heat radiating from her body hidden just below her shirt as my hands traced over her firm midsection.
A simple kiss, that's all it was and yet it ignited such desire as I felt a rush of wetness beginning to pool between my legs. How was it even possible for something so sweet to bring on such an intense craving? 'I want her. I want her so much.' I thought as I gripped her hips harder causing a subtle moan to escape both of our lips. I still wasn't sure if she wanted more or if she was content with just kissing.
Just then I got an idea. It was genius in my opinion. It would give me a chance to explore her physically and it was probably innocent enough for Brittany to be okay with it as well. And if she wasn't okay than this kiss felt like more than enough as I pulled away, sighing and pressing my forehead to hers.
"Do you trust me?" I asked looking into her deep blue eyes.
"Yes…" she practically sighed out.
"Then come with me." I said taking her hand and leading her to her bedroom.
Brittany's POV
Stopping at the foot of the bed Santana brought both of my hands up to her lips and kissed the back of my left hand. I wasn't sure what she had in mind by bringing me to the bedroom after asking if I trusted her, but before I could process my nervous thoughts further she whispered against the back of my hand "It's hot as Hell in here!"
Santana's comment caused both us to squeak out small chuckles of laughter which helped ease my worry and break the tension that had settled in the room.
Just as my nerves had settled to a low simmer Santana took off her shirt which brought them back to an immediate boil.
"It's too hot to sleep in this" she stated holding out her shirt. At least I think that's what she said considering I never saw her mouth move because my eyes were obviously locked elsewhere. "Is this okay?" she asked.
My mouth was watering and I was afraid I might be drooling as I took in the sight of Santana in her bra. I'm sure she noticed the lump I swallowed as I tried to pull my eyes unsuccessfully away from her breasts.
"Umm…" I said wishing that something more intelligent had come out, but finding it difficult to think of anything more than a one syllable mumble given the distraction in front of me.
"Britt it's okay." Santana said reassuring me and squeezing my hands "I don't wanna do anything you aren't ready for so if there is ever anything that you don't wanna do just tell me."
Thinking about Santana's words and how sincere they seemed I realized that it was okay. In fact it was more than okay because the sight of her breasts were pretty incredible once I got over my initial shock.
"I'm okay with it. It is pretty hot in here and one less layer will probably help." I said finally meeting her eyes, causing her to smile.
Before I knew what was happening she leaned in and kissed me again. Unfortunately, unlike last time this kiss was short. 'Too short' I thought as she pulled away.
"Britt I have an idea that might help us cool off, but it involves you wearing much less clothing." She said making it sound more like a question than a statement.
I was a little hesitant, but it wasn't like she hadn't seen me half naked already and at this point anything that might help beat this heat was a welcome option even without the added bonus of seeing Santana without her shirt on.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked sheepishly.
Without a word Santana dropped my hands and pulled at the hem of my shirt to guide the material over my head. We stared at each other for a minute and for a brief moment I felt self-conscious. The feel of Santana's eyes felt like they were burning holes into my skin and it was almost too much to take, but I knew I really had no reason to be self-conscious. Santana said nothing would happen that I didn't want to happen so if I felt uncomfortable all I had to do was speak up and she would stop.
Lost in my moment of doubt I almost missed Santana reaching for the button on my jeans, releasing it with a pop and pulling the zipper down. The zipping sound was magnified as each thread came undone. It was almost like all my senses were heightened. I could smell Santana's perfume that I hadn't noticed earlier, I could hear Santana's breathing (well actually that might have been my own) and I could still taste the wine we had finished drinking over an hour ago lingering on my tongue.
The zipper finally bottomed out and Santana brought her hands up to my hips resting them there before gradually beginning to skillfully knead the sides of my hips. After a moment I felt her loop her thumbs inside my jeans and pull down. I stepped out carefully using her shoulder for balance since I didn't trust my balance on its own and looked at Santana hoping for some hint on what was coming next.
Before I could assume anything further Santana easily had removed her jeans as well. We stood in front of each other in the bare minimum as far as clothing goes and I nervously waited for Santana to take the next step.
Even though it was probably no more than a second or two, it felt like forever before Santana again placed her hands on my hips and guided me back to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Just try and relax" she said leaning in to kiss me softly one more time.
Kissing Santana I quickly discovered was something I could never grow tired of and something I couldn't seem to get enough of as I unfortunately felt Santana pull away.
"Lay on your stomach for me" she instructed which caused me to balk for a moment. Eventually, I still did as she asked and scooted into the center of the bed to grab a pillow and tuck it under my armpits, getting comfortable. After settling into place I waited for Santana's next request.
With each passing second I felt my anxiety level rise. I swear it felt like Santana was doing this on purpose to make me wait until it was absolutely unbearable to withstand the anticipation of her next move any longer. After another nerve wracking pause I finally felt the mattress dip as Santana crawled towards me.
"Just relax and enjoy this." She whispered only millimeters away from my ear.
Suddenly and without warning she blew an extended breath of cool air onto my shoulder. The action surprised me and I froze for a second, feeling goose bumps starting to rise.
I wasn't sure if Santana's plan was helping me cool off or if it was making me hotter but before I could decide she did it again; this time blowing air further down my arm. The feel of Santana's breath at the bend of my elbow caused me to shift slightly but I didn't object. How could I? It felt amazing!
Peeking over my shoulder to watch Santana I saw the corner of her mouth turn wickedly up. She was loving this as much as I was. Her face was only an inch or so away as she continued to work her way around my shoulders and arms. As she moved around my shoulder blades she made her way to the base of my neck. Deciding to be useful I reached behind pulling my hair back hoping to give her better access to my sweet spot just below my ear. When I felt her hit that spot with a particularly crisp breath of cool air I shivered, feeling my entire body come to life and a rush of warmth shoot straight to my core.
Santana saw me shiver, I know she did since it was probably pretty hard to miss but she continued as if she hadn't seen a thing. I loved the sensation she stirred within me as I felt her travel down my back, this time paying particular attention to my lower back. The cool air she was applying was enough for me to feel my abdomen tighten and a warm fuzzy feeling start to build, but when she took it a step further and moved down over my hip to the back of my knee I lost my composure and a moan escaped. She was turning me on; there was no denying it. I felt a sharp cool breath hit the crease behind my knee forcing me to grasp my pillow, grounding myself to prevent myself from moaning even loader.
"Don't fight it." She said probably noticing my death grip on my pillow case.
At her word I loosened my grasp and allowed myself to feel everything Santana was doing to me. It felt amazing as she once again concentrated on my body spreading cool breezes from the tips of my toes to the very top of my neck.
Out of the blue I felt something more substantial; something more than a gentle breeze. I almost didn't notice it, but this time leading the way down my spine were Santana's fingers. She easily navigated through the peaks and valleys of my spine and landed at the dimples on my lower back. While her fingers worked their magic her lips quickly followed with her tortuous breath. This new action caused a few more moans to escape my mouth, but this time I didn't feel the need to hide them.
Suddenly Santana stopped and I could feel the mattress give way as she got up onto her knees to leave the bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked not caring that I sounded desperate.
"I'll be right back." she said smiling back at me.
She was true to her word and returned shortly with a bowl.
"What's that?" I asked sitting up slightly.
"Ice. I thought it might help you cool off. Lie back down." She said sitting down next to me.
I watched her place the bowl on the nightstand before grabbing an ice cube. She held it inches above my back and I gasped feeling a few drops of cold water hit my overly sensitive skin.
Santana laid the ice cube on my back causing me to gasp and arch my back in an effort to get away from the almost painfully cold cube. The ice cube was melting faster by the second spilling chilly trails of water down my sides and with each new trail of water I felt my arousal growing.
Santana took another ice cube after the previous one had completely liquefied and let it travel over my back again. It wasn't as shocking this time since my skin had adjusted to the new stimulation, but it melted none the less. Grabbing a new piece she then brought it down my back, over my hip and across my thigh. 'Oh my God' I thought as I felt the ice cube melt and the water travel down between my legs. The trail of water was enough to make my clit twitch with excitement but when Santana lowered her lips to gently blow a soft breeze along the path of water I moaned again, grasping the comforter in an effort to stop myself from losing it right then and there.
I was lost and knew I was out of control, but in no way did I want her to stop this slow exquisite torture she was applying to my body. I could feel every muscle in my body contracting and straining to keep control, but for the life of me I didn't know why I was trying to ward off this feeling.
"Britt, it's okay" she encouraged. "Don't fight it."
Taking another cube Santana glided it along the inside of my thigh.
"Oh my…" I moaned as I felt Santana's breath tickle the sensitive skin between my legs. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on high alert, readying itself for the oncoming explosion.
She continued moving the ice around my legs and down my calf before reaching my ankles. 'I can't take this much longer' I thought, feeling Santana shifting back towards my ear after the last piece had completely melted.
"You're so beautiful." She whispered, leaning close to my ear.
"San-tana…" I moaned as my breath caught in my throat. I was breathing hard now and I felt like a rubber band that was being pulled just to the point before it snaps. Santana stroked the sides of my body, slightly touching the sides of my breast which caused me to gasp yet again. I took in a deep, sharp breath and moaned as I exhaled.
"Santana" I moaned again. I wanted to grab her hand and guide it towards the heat between my legs, but something caused me to hold back. Maybe it was the thrill of the moment or maybe it was just lack of experience on my part, but either way the pleasure I was feeling was indescribable.
Suddenly I felt cold water running down the crotch of my underwear followed by a cool breath of air being applied directly to my center.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I couldn't fight it. I moaned her name, clenched my eyes and grasped my pillow, feeling heated arousal spill over the edges in intense waves of unimaginable pleasure. I was almost a little frightened with the unfamiliarity of it all, but as I twitched and shook I felt Santana grab my hand and suddenly I felt anchored. Anchored to what I'm not sure, but as the last waves rolled through me I felt safe. Like everything was going to be okay. Like no matter what Santana would be there to keep me from being sweep away.
After everything had subsided I was exhausted! What had started as a mostly innocent way to beat the heat had ended with me panting and covered in a sheen of sweat and melted ice. It was my first orgasm and something I would never forget.
"That was amazing" I said smiling and feeling the weight of my eyes drooping closed if only for a second.
"Well that's only the beginning. We both have a lot to look forward too." she said reaching out to tuck a few stray hairs behind my ear.
"Well if that is only the beginning I can't wait for more." I said as my eyes drifted shut once again.
"Britt, you look really worn out. It's okay to go to sleep?" She said giggling "Tomorrow is a new day and we have all the time in the world to discover new ways to duplicate what just happened."
Not wanting to wait, but not being able to keep my eyes open for another minute I said "Okay, thank you for the date. I had a lot of fun!"
"You're welcome and believe me so did I." She said smirking and scooting in alongside me.
With Santana tucked in next to me it wasn't long before my eyes drooped closed for the final time, 'best date ever!'
AN: Well did you ladies expect that…? Britt is still a virgin but at least she has had her first sexual encounter. I hope I did it justice considering the people who have been reading from the beginning have been waiting a long time. I really wanted Britt to experience sexual pleasure first without actually having her lose her virginity so this is what I came up with. I have come to realize while write this story that girl on girl virginity is... well… confusing. It seems like everyone has a different opinion of what it actually takes for a woman to lose her virginity to another woman so I figured no one would think Britt lost her virginity if there had been almost no physical contact. I hope no one is disappointed since I know everyone is waiting, some more patiently then others :D (myself included) for them to seal the deal. I promise it won't be too much longer. ;) ;)
Let me know what you thought in the reviews. I'm particularly interested in what you thought after this chapter.
Take care,
Drew
AN2: Oh I almost forgot… This MIGHT be my last update for about a month. (I'm hoping to get in one more update but I might not) I referee soccer and I have a big tournament coming up so I will be away for about two and a half weeks. I'm not sure how much time I will have or how the internet service is where I'm staying so if you don't hear from me for awhile you know the reason. I will say reviews are a great motivator (hint, hint, hint if you want an update before I leave) ;) ;) Thanks for understanding. Love you ladies!