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The windows are fogging up, it's kind of a chilly night in Lima for early September, but luckily the tinted glass doesn't show off the exertion of heavy, hot breathe mixing with cold air. Tanned hands keep moving from the top of the steering wheel, blonde hair and the back of the head rest of the driver's seat. Santana moans with a smirk as she watches Brittany's head bob up and down, humming each time the tip of her cock pokes at the back of her throat.
"Ooh, yeah, mhmm." The Latina groans when she feels her girlfriend's lips press tightly around her shaft and pull up slowly until just the tip is being sucked on. "Ugh." She squeaks a little higher than her usual noises. With a pop, her member slips from between her girlfriend's perfect lips and slender fingers replace the motion her mouth has been doing and she smiles up at Santana.
A tanned hand comes up to smooth out the blonde hair on the top of Brittany's head until loosely gripping her ponytail and tugs on it affectionately. She watches as her girlfriend's mouth moves closer to her raging erection, she's actually quite certain that once those pink lips touch her she will explode, and she sighs with anticipation. Brittany kisses the tip of her penis softly, simply enjoying the noises that Santana breathes out into the sweaty air of her car mixing with whatever radio station is playing from the speakers.
Ever so carefully and quite meticulously, Brittany presses tiny kisses down and then up Santana's shaft then pushes her tank top up just enough to kiss below her belly button. The Latina smiles, licks her lips and rubs her hand along the blonde's side, bunching her shirt up around her hip and squeezes the skin there. Her hips cant up, moving her dick in Brittany's hand and causing the blonde to giggle at her girlfriend's eagerness.
It only takes a few more quick pumps of her hand, halfway met thrusts of tanned hips and deliciously drawn out motions with Brittany's mouth until Santana is shooting her load into the blonde's mouth. She grunts, jerks her hips up so that the tip of her cock hits the back of Brittany's throat and watches with hooded eyes as her girlfriend sucks and swallows every last drop of her. Her tongue pokes out and she licks the tip clean, then up and down to make sure she hasn't left a mess and then she kisses it once more before she sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Hey baby." Santana says through her still heavy breathing and a lazy smile as she pulls Brittany in for a kiss by the back of her neck. "Mmm." She moans at the taste of herself and Brittany's tongue, which has its own very distinct taste by itself. "You give the best blow jobs." The Latina comments when Brittany pulls away from the kiss and starts to fix her hair. The blonde smirks and playfully rolls her eyes while Santana tucks herself back into her shorts and buttons up.
"I think you just like blow jobs in the car," She points out and glances over her shoulder through the window for a moment. "In front of my house." She laughs making Santana shrug. "It's like you want my parents to almost catch us." Santana chuckles, shakes her head and shoots her girlfriend a coy smile as she reaches over to caress the smooth skin of her thigh.
"I can assure you that I most definitely don't want your dad or mom to catch you sucking my dick." Santana explains, but there is a hint of amusement and slight arousal in her voice about the idea of almost getting caught regardless who they are found by.
"Mhmm, sure." Brittany shakes her head, covers Santana's hand on her leg with her own and squeezes it softly.
"I think you're the one who wants to get caught." The Latina accuses, still a sly smirk on her lips as she leans over and nips at the blonde's neck. "How about yesterday," Santana starts when Brittany scoffs at her. "Rubbing up against me in the pool while my mother was in the garden like, barely fifteen feet away." Brittany can only laugh because she definitely had been doing that on purpose because Santana really is so easy to get hard. "You don't know how much it hurts to get a boner in those shorts." She explains, shuddering at the memory of the tent in her shorts the day prior.
"Awe, baby." Brittany coos, running her hands through dark hair and she kisses Santana's shoulder. "But it's so cute, when you're walking around like that." She winks, her nose scrunches a little bit making Santana smile and lean in for a kiss on the lips.
"I'm beginning to think you just like blue ballin' me." Santana rolls her eyes in faux annoyance and receives a slap on the arm from Brittany.
"Are you kidding me?" The blonde laughs out incredulously giving the Latina a glare. "You've left me hanging too, you do know this?" Santana shoots her a questioning look. "I don't have enough hands to count how many times you've started fingering me and stopped the moment you hear a creak in the floor or think you heard a car door." She motions towards Santana with a pointed look. "At least I have Pinky."
"Pinky?" Santana asks immediately, eyebrows rise to her hairline. Brittany bites her lower lip and nods, letting her fingers trail up and down Santana's arm.
"My vibrator." She simply replies.
"You have a vibrator?" The Latina chokes out, her head jerks back in surprise making Brittany giggle.
"Well, yeah. I mean, you have your left hand." She points out, actually lifting up Santana's left hand with her own to emphasize her point.
"Wait, you have a sex toy?" The dark haired girl shakes her head, trying to focus but not too focused. "And I've never seen it?"
"Not every girl likes to talk about getting herself off Santana." Brittany explains.
"You're not every girl." Santana reminds her and they both laugh at this. "Do I… I mean, do I not do a good job?" She asks suddenly feeling inadequate, her head drops so her chin hits her chest.
"What?" The blonde blurts out, brings her head to find those brown eyes and squeezes her girlfriend's thigh. "Santana, you are more than good, you're incredible, amazing, hot, sexy and you totally make me come." Brittany quickly lists all of the things Santana does to her and for her and it's the truth. "You so do it for me."
"After we, like when I go home after… do you use it?" She inquires, wondering if after every single time she fucks her girlfriend, if the blonde whips out her vibrator and finishes the job that Santana couldn't. Brittany's laughter catches her attention and her head snaps up to glare at her with a furrowed brow. "It's not funny."
"No, it's not." Brittany agrees, shaking her head from side to side and she shifts in her seat to get closer to the Latina.
"Then why are you laughing?" She pulls her hands from Brittany's and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Because, it's silly is what it is." The blonde tells her pointedly. "You think we'd have sex as much as we do if I didn't orgasm? Come on, that doesn't make any sense." Brittany says and lifts her hand to let her fingers trace over her girlfriend's shoulder. "Besides, do you jerk off because I don't do it for you?" She quirks an eyebrow in a challenging manner, a tiny smirk tugs at her lips and she tilts her head to the side.
"You know that's not it." Santana shakes her head, her features soften and she smiles sweetly.
"And, just to put your mind at ease, I think of you every time I masturbate." Brittany winks and taps the tip of Santana's nose with her index finger.
"It's so hot when you talk about masturbating." Santana giggles and leans that little bit forward to kiss that very inviting mouth.
"Oh, yeah?" Brittany says between kisses, closing her eyes at the feel of her girlfriend's tongue swiping her bottom lip.
"Mhmm." The Latina nods, grinning into their kisses. "Because it makes me picture you touching yourself," She tilts her head to the side for better access to the blonde's parted lips. "With me watching you." The blonde giggles into her mouth and groans when tanned hands slip under the back of her shirt and touch her skin.
"Tell me more." Brittany begs, her voice low and raspy as she pleads to hear the inner workings of her girlfriend's sexual mind. "How am I touching myself?" Santana's arches an eyebrow, as if giving Brittany a questioning and sly look, but her eyes are still closed and she continues to pepper the blonde's skin with kisses.
"You're lying on the bed, grabbing your tits and pushing them together." Santana whispers across Brittany's skin, her hands grip at her thighs and pull her to crawl over the center console and straddle her. The blonde slowly complies, having to spate their lips from their bodies as she throws her leg on the other side of Santana's hips until she is sitting on her lap. "You lick and suck on your nipples, making them hard."
"Ooh, that sounds hot." Brittany breathes out into Santana's mouth, poking her tongue out and flicking it across her girlfriend's teeth.
"It is." The Latina shudders, all of these visions of the blonde being sexually provocative just for her are sending her reeling and she can feel herself growing harder as they continue. "You're pussy is so wet, it's dripping onto the bed sheets and you wish I would just fuck you." Brittany moans, her hips beginning to grind down softly into Santana.
"You wanna feel how wet I am now?" The blonde asks seductively, reaching for her girlfriend's hand and sliding it up her thigh, leading it between her legs.
Just as Santana is about to take control, slide her fingers all the way up the inside of Brittany's thigh and push the fabric of her shorts and panties aside, a knock on the passenger side window interrupts them. The blonde all but jumps back, nearly pressing onto the horn on the steering wheel with her ass. They both turn their heads towards the window to see the shadowy outline of Mrs. Pierce trying to peer in to the car but coming up empty while Santana inwardly is relieved for her newest purchase of tints.
"Brittany you girls have school tomorrow." The older woman reminds them adding another round of tapping on the glass. Brittany huffs, rolls her eyes and swings her body back into the passenger seat and lowers the window.
"Sorry mom, we were just talking." Brittany smiles sweetly as she apologizes and Mrs. Pierce shoots Santana a questioning look making the Latina fidget uncomfortably under her knowing stare.
"Yeah, well, you ladies will see one another tomorrow." She explains to them and motions for her daughter to head in for the night. "Come on, it's late." She gives her daughter an apologetic smile when Brittany sighs in irritation, wishing her mother would go back inside without her but she knows she will wait on the steps for her. "Goodnight Santana." Mrs. Pierce says in that motherly way that comes off like she is telling her to go home but still being polite.
"Night Mrs. P." Santana waves, her hands come down to awkwardly rub her palms on her jeans. She glances over to Brittany, twisting her lips waiting for their goodnight kiss.
"Guess I gotta go." The blonde huffs for about the third time since her mother's interruption. She looks over at Santana. "I'll see you tomorrow morning." She leans over and pecks her girlfriend on the lips as she reaches behind her and opens the door.
"Yeah, I'll be here around 7:15am." Santana reminds her, watching Brittany slide off of her seat and turn to send the Latina a smile. "Have fun with Pinky." She wriggles her eyebrows, a smirk on her lips and does nothing to suppress the chuckle in her throat. Brittany sticks her tongue out, flips Santana the bird and shuts the door before stalking off to her front porch where of course, her mother is standing.
School looks just as they left it last year. The walls were littered with signup sheets for clubs, announcements about the appropriate attire for all students, faculty not excluded, as well as welcome signs strung up above hallways. Teachers stood by the doors of their rooms, some conversing with their co-workers and students rushing through the halls trying to meet up with their classmates and friends to discuss summer vacations and compare class schedules.
Santana and Brittany walk through the halls, between students and teachers alike, holding hands trying to find their lockers. Like every other year they'd attended McKinley, their lockers were beside each other, which although odd considering they are supposed to be in alphabetical order, was a nice convenience. They grin at one another as they finally reach their lockers, only pulling their hands away from one another to dial in their locker combinations and throw their books inside.
Some of their fellow students shot them confused glares, some intrigued glances and others just simply stared. Last year had ended along with the end of the Quinn/Santana relationship with the rumor, even though it was true, going around about Brittany being the one to break them up. So, it doesn't come as much of a surprise to be the topic of conversation around their school, which was a big gossip mill as it is.
On the other side of the hall Santana makes eye contact with Mercedes, the girl gives her a nod and a kind smile that the Latina tries to match but she is sure that it comes off as her usual bitchy fake grin. But when she sees Mercedes tap Tina on the shoulder and motions towards her as well, she receives another warm greet in the form of a smile so she waves. Maybe this year wasn't going to be so bad, Santana figures.
"How many classes do we have together again?" Brittany asks, shuts her locker and turns towards Santana initially breaking her from her new friend stupor.
"Uh," Santana pulls out her class schedule and goes over the class periods she has placed stars next to, indicating the ones she and Brittany share. "Four." She grins and shoves the paper back into her front pocket.
"Please tell me we have lunch together." The blonde pouts and pulls her books up to her chest as she waits for the answer. Santana nods with a smile as she leans in to place a tiny kiss to the corner of her girlfriend's mouth. "Yay." Brittany cheers in a whisper and brings her hand up to rest on Santana's shoulder. "Hey, are you gonna wait for me after Cheerio's?" The Latina quirks an eyebrow and tilts her head.
"When have I ever not waited for you after Cheerio's?" She challenges with a wink. Brittany giggles and playfully slaps Santana's shoulder before moving her hand to grip at her neck gently.
"I know." Brittany shyly admits and bites on her lower lip. "I just, I didn't know if would cause of…" Her voice trails off and before either of them can even broach the topic they are interrupted.
"Hey guys." The soft voice of one Quinn Fabray catches both of them off guard, especially considering Santana is certain the head Cheerio is the reason her girlfriend had asked her that question only moments ago.
"Hey Q." Brittany turns her attention towards her blonde friend and offers a genuine smile.
"Hi." Santana spins around, her hands come up to grip at the straps of her back pack and she sends a nervous, tight lipped smile at Quinn.
"Hi." The blonde replies slowly, both unsure of their current civil state but willing to accept it.
"How was the rest of your summer?" Santana asks, fidgeting with the straps, tightening them and loosening them as she stands beside Brittany.
"It was pretty good." The blonde answers, shrugs her shoulders and then glances behind her, probably just to avoid the awkward situation of having a conversation with her ex.
"When do you have lunch?" Brittany finally jumps in, her eyes flickering between her girlfriend and friend wondering if it's always going to be this uncomfortable watching them try and have a conversation. Quinn twists her lips and pulls out her class schedule from her Cheerio's back pack and flips it over to read it.
"Fifth. You guys?" She asks, folding her schedule and placing it back into her bag.
"Us too!" Brittany jumps up and down, grabbing at the blonde's hand excitedly and Quinn can't help but smile brightly.
"Cool. We should meet up before and walk to the café together." Quinn offers and the couple nod in agreement. "Alright, well, I'll see you two later." And before anyone else can say another word, the head Cheerio spins around and heads down the hall.
"Hmm." Santana hums out with a nod of her head.
"What?" Her girlfriend wonders, looking at the Latina questioningly. Santana shrugs her shoulders and meets Brittany's eyes.
"That was easier than I thought it would be." She muses out loud making Brittany smile proudly before taking her hand in her own and leading them in the opposite direction of Quinn and off to English.
Lunch had gone over pretty smoothly. Santana sat with Brittany, Quinn and a few other Cheerio's and surprisingly it was enjoyable. But, by seventh period the looks and the whispers were starting to get annoying. Santana had overheard a few of the girl's in earlier classes talking about her and that she totally doesn't deserve Brittany or Quinn. Another class she'd over heard a group of students discussing her and Quinn's breakup and how Brittany is a selfish, slutty friend that is probably going to cheat on Santana anyway.
It sucks, hearing things like that being said about yourself, but, to hear them being said about the person you love hurts like no other. It took a lot for her not to knock out that girl in third period math for coughing 'bitch' and 'cheater' when Santana took the seat in front of her. And it took even more willpower not to completely destroy the two kids in her History class when they were talking about Brittany sleeping with every guy on the football team and wondering how she's going to de-virginize the freshman without Santana knowing.
But now, in seventh period Physics, she doesn't really see the point in pretending like she doesn't feel the looks or hear the whispers anymore. That is, until she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. Quickly, she digs out her phone and is greeted by the screen telling her she has a text message from Brittany.
I have a great way to welcome you back to school;) meet me in the Cheerio's locker room in 5 xox
Her eyebrows raise, along with her hand, and she suddenly can't hear anything but the pounding of her heart. Her teacher calls on her and she jumps out of her seat practically begging to go to the bathroom. He grants her the pass, handing it over dramatically which earns him an eye roll and soon enough Santana is on her way to the Cheerio locker room.
She can't even imagine what it is that Brittany has in store for her, the only thing she can picture is her girlfriend taking a shower in one of those luxurious new stalls Sylvester had put in over the summer. Or maybe she is just standing there in nothing but her Cheerio's skirt waiting for Santana to come and take advantage of her. Whatever it is awaiting her in that locker room, the anticipation is beginning to build up deep in her stomach making her pants start to get a little tight.
This is not the ideal situation for the first day of school. Brittany is sitting, perfect posture, in the chair beside Santana who is hunched over with her head in her hands. The typing of the secretary in the principal's office serves as nothing but background noise to the beating in Santana's chest. She is in some serious deep shit for so many reasons and she can already feel her mother's hand slapping the back of her head.
"Santana, it's okay." Brittany whispers and reaches out to rub her girlfriend's back. At first Santana scoffs and shakes her head, but instantly relaxes at the small circles Brittany's hand is smoothing over her back.
The door opens and Mrs. Lopez swoops in so quickly, neither girl even knew who it was until they hear her heels clacking against the floor in front of them and come to a halt. Behind her, moving at a pace just as fast is Mrs. Pierce and both women do not look pleased. Mrs. Lopez's lips are pursed and her hands are gripping tightly to the handles of her Dooney & Bourke bag while Mrs. Pierce is looking between the girls in confusion as well as concern.
"Mrs. Pierce? Mrs. Lopez?" The secretary asks and her chair being pushed back sends a scraping noise of the legs against the floor to echo in the tiny room. "Principal Figgins is ready for you both." She waves them towards the door to the principal's office offering a kind smile.
The door closes and Santana lets out a deep breath, her hands pressed together and her finger tips rest against her lips. Brittany's hand has stopped rubbing those circles and she wonders if the blonde is thinking about what is going to happen to them next. Her girlfriend looks sad as she watches their parents through the glass and the way their heads bob up and down as Principal Figgins and Coach Sylvester animatedly explain what had happened.
"Do you think they are telling them everything?" Brittany asks with wide eyes, looking over to Santana with uncertainty. The Latina shrugs, spares a glance at their parents as well and then shakes her head.
"I don't know B." She sighs then closes her eyes tightly because she can only imagine the version that Sylvester is telling them.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think we'd get caught." The blonde admits quietly, her head downcast and a prominent pout on her lips. Santana sits up straight and grabs her girlfriend's hand bringing their clasped hands onto her lap.
"I know sweetie, but, I mean…" She can't help but travel back to the heat of the moment just before they got caught.
Santana slowly pushes the door to the Cheerio's locker room open and the sound of it creaking echoes throughout the large and rather empty room. She can't fight the grin of excitement that covers her features, she can only have so many versions of what kind of sex filled activity Brittany has planned for them. They have been getting kind of adventurous with their locations and being back in school only gives them more ground to play on.
"Santana?" Brittany's voice bounces off of the lockers and the tiled walls, finding Santana's ears perfectly and it's only a few seconds until she turns a corner and sees her girlfriend sitting on one of the benches between the lockers. "What took you so long?"
"Getting here is like going through a mouse maze." Santana comments. Since Sylvester redid almost everything that belongs to the Cheerio's, she wanted them to have their own wing hence the crazy long winding hallways to get to their newly furnished locker room.
"Well, now that you're here." Brittany seductively interrupts her thoughts of her journey here and lifts her hand up to the zipper of her Cheerio top.
"Do you think we'll get, like, expelled?" Brittany asks, breaking Santana away from the memories of barely an hour and a half ago. The Latina shakes her head and squeezes her girlfriend's hand.
"Not sure, maybe not from school." She considers what trouble they could get into at the hands of Figgins and the options are pretty much nil. How can he really give them detention for what they did? It's embarrassing enough that they got caught and even worse that their parents were called. She's banking on the fact that her principal will recognize how insane her mother is and see that whatever punishment she bestows will fit the crime. "My mom is so going to kick my ass."
"You think you'll get grounded?" The blonde asks, leaning her head onto Santana's shoulder and letting out a long sigh.
"Don't you?" Santana quirks an eyebrow wondering if her girlfriend thinks she's going to really get away with this scott free. She can feel the blonde shrug her shoulder and she chuckles to herself. "I wouldn't be surprised if my mom tells your mom that she'll punish me long enough for the both of us."
"This is some hot, like, porno shit." Santana mumbles against her girlfriend's lip. Her hands keep moving from a blonde ponytail, to the smooth skin of Brittany's back and then to her legs that are rubbing up against her own legs.
"Mhmm." Brittany grins into the kiss, her head nods up and down and she runs her fingers through Santana's long, dark hair.
"I seriously can't go to class," Santana starts to speak in between kisses as she slides her hand under the fabric of the blonde's bra to grab her bare breasts. "Being this hard." Her hips jerk forwards to emphasize what she is referring to and a small moan escapes Brittany's mouth, pouring into Santana's at the way her girlfriend pinches her nipple.
"You don't have to." She tells the dark haired girl, pulling away from their heated make out session and brings her hands down to fumble with the button of her jean shorts. Santana smirks and watches her girlfriend unzip her fly and she shakes her head.
"I am scarred for life B." Santana exclaims, but maintains a low voice considering the secretary is totally eaves dropping on them.
"Why?" Brittany asks, finding the statement not only absurd but kind of sad. Santana whips her head in Brittany's direction, widens her eyes and gives her girlfriend a pointed look.
Santana throws her head back as her hand tugs at Brittany's ponytail only to push the back of her head in. She groans and bites her lip, trying her best not to send any echoing sounds out of this room to prompt investigation. She grins and looks down to watch as Brittany slowly then quickly slide her mouth up and down her hard shaft.
"God, so fucking good babe." Santana tells her in a low, sultry voice and she smiles when Brittany opens her eyes to look at her. The blonde grins, her lips still wrapped around Santana's cock and she hums out in enjoyment. "Fuck." The Latina's hips lift from the bench as Brittany takes her in deeply, the tip of her dick hitting the back of her throat.
"Tell me when you're gonna come." Brittany reminds her sweetly, her hand pumping quickly at her member so that she can speak. Santana nods, her mouth hangs open as she pants completely enjoying the feeling of Brittany's hand moving over the spit she's covered her cock in.
"Keep… going." Santana breathes out, her chest is heaving and one of her hands grip hard into the wooden bench.
Brittany's lips are once again encircling the tip of her dick and she watches as those perfect, pink bits of flesh take in her entire length. Her brown eyes roll in the back of her head at the quicker pace Brittany sets with her mouth and the way she makes a tiny gagging sound each time her member hits the back of her throat.
"Yes… yes." Santana's hips are continuing to meet Brittany's movements, almost frantically, because she feels her orgasm rounding the bend. "Uh, yeah. Keep going."
"For all that is unholy!" A voice not belonging to either one of them immediately catches their attention, heads snapping in the direction of Coach Sylvester standing at the end of the row of lockers they thought they were hidden within.
Brittany's mouth quickly slides itself from Santana's cock, leaving it in her hand and an uncontrollable moan pops from the Latina's lips. Nervous and other colors of that emotion are stumbling through Brittany's body and her hand slightly grips at her girlfriend's member, probably not the best move. Within seconds, although I feels like this moment is lasting forever, Santana's head is thrown back in pleasure as well as embarrassment and her hips jerk with finality and she shoots her load all over the side of Brittany's face.
"Oh my God." The Latina whimpers in defeat and tries to cover her face from the world.
"We both didn't hear her com… I mean, we didn't know she was there." Brittany rephrases her words but she can't help but smirk at her mistake. Ever since that moment from an hour and a half ago, the word 'coming' has kind of been a no-no.
"Brittany," Santana looks directly into her girlfriend's eyes, her vulnerability shining through. "I… I just can't believe this." She shakes her head, unable to verbalize one of the worst moments of her life. Neither Santana nor Brittany will admit it, but this is almost as bad as when Quinn saw them totally getting it on in the Lopez garage.
The door to the principal's office opens up and the two girl's sit there with wide eyes as their mother's are ushered out by Figgins. Sylvester walks by them but not before stopping and eyeing them both up for an uncomfortable amount of time in complete silence. Mrs. Lopez grabs Santana by the arm, pulling her out of her seat and slaps the back of her head and berating her in Spanish. Mrs. Pierce shakes her head solemnly and motions for Brittany to get up from her seat.
"What were you two thinking?" Mrs. Pierce asks once they reach the now empty hallways of McKinley. Brittany glances over at Santana who is practically being dragged down the hall by her mother and the Latina smirks.