Brittany used to think to have a self-driving car was sort of gimmicky. That is until she learned that Santana had used it a few times to get herself home safely at night after drinking. However, being able to kiss Santana while the car drives them home is very quickly changing her mind about the feature.
She moans into the kiss when Santana runs her tongue along her bottom lip. Brittany opens her mouth, accepting Santana's tongue into her mouth. A warm tongue smoothly slides into her mouth and massages her own. She swallows the sweet taste of Santana's kisses and tilts her head sideways, allowing their kiss to deepen.
Santana swirls her tongue in her mouth, causing her to moan once more. The heat in her body is rising. Her fingertips press into Santana's neck, wanting to prolong the kiss for a few seconds longer, even breathing through her nose before the need for air becomes a big issue. Her lungs burn, and she can no longer fight the need for air. She pulls away but not before Santana can steal a chaste kiss from her lips.
She stares at her. Her lips are feeling tingly and swollen. She licks them as she catches her breath.
"Jesus," she whispers out of breath.
Santana chuckles, and Brittany rests her head on the headrest paying attention. She offers her hand to Santana, who takes it. She intertwines their fingers.
"I can't believe you told your mom about me."
Her smile grows when Santana bites her lower lisp nervously. Her cheeks are flush from blushing.
"I am so proud of you," Brittany tells her.
"You are worth it, and Well," she says before bringing their hands to her lips and kissing it, "I'm yours, Britt, proudly so."
Her heart skips a beat at the sound of the words. There isn't any doubt about how much Santana loves her. She begins to lean in closer, and Santana meets her halfway. Their faces are so close that they're breathing into each other's faces.
"I love you so much, Santana," she whispers into her face.
"I love you, too, Brittany."
She can feel the breath hit her lips, inviting her to close the gap.
Their eyes closed as they close the gap between them.
The way their kisses are heating up, Santana thinks that getting tinted windows is probably the best thing she ever did when she got this car. Her hand slowly reaches down to cup Brittany's groin. She is a bit disappointed but not surprised when she doesn't feel the bulge in Brittany's pants should be there because Brittany has her compression shorts. She learned that Brittany liked wearing compression shorts when she wore jeans or other tight-fitting jeans or clothes. Today, Brittany had worn these distressed jeans with rips on them. They make her ass look great, but right now, Santana hates them.
Santana unbuttons her pants and pulls down the zipper before sliding her hand into Brittany's jeans, cupping her groin. She rubs her, feeling the slightest outline of her tucked genitalia.
"I hate it when you wear them." She says between kisses.
Brittany responds with a pained grunt.
"Take them off," Santana tells her, remembering that Brittany has told her that it gets excruciating and uncomfortable when she gets hard in them.
"Now?" Brittany squeaks out as her voice cracks at the suggestion.
Santana pulls her mouth away from Brittany and pushes a few buttons to make Brittany's seat move back before she reclines it.
She looks at deep into Brittany's blue eyes, "Take them off," she tells Brittany again before she bites her lip.
Brittany gulps before she nods and begins to slide her jeans and underwear down her. She lifts her hips and slides them off, wincing at the tightness surrounding her groin.
She pushes the compression shorts and the jeans down her hips, lifting them before she slides them down her ass. Her hand comes up to her font to carefully push the clothing down. She grunts in pain at the discomfort but managed to get lower them down to her thighs.
Before sitting down, her hand reaches down, and she untucks her penis. She falls back down onto the car seat, her bare ass landing on the cold leather seats. Her cock is standing up.
"Much better," she sighs in relief before turning to look at Santana who's dark eyes move from her erection to her eyes.
She nears her face to Santana's, who's getting close to her when the older girl points at her and instructs her to get closer with her finger.
When she's close enough, Santana's right hand comes up behind her neck to pull her into a kiss. The kiss is languid, passionate, and hot. It serves as a perfect distraction for her because the next thing she feels is Santana's hand wrap around her cock.
She moans into Santana's mouth at the warm hand, gently moving up and down her shaft.
Santana moves her kisses along Brittany's jawline. Her tongue and lips are caressing the strong outline. When her mouth gets closer to her ear, she takes the earlobe into her mouth, sucking it before she bites it.
She continues to move her hand on Brittany's hot and hard cock.
"I've never done this in a car. I have to admit, I am so turned on." she husks into Brittany's ear.
Santana is so close to Brittany that she can hear Brittany gulp.
Sex with anyone else has never made her feel so damn empowered. The way she's got Brittany whimpering and moaning makes her feel like she's the sexiest woman on earth. Being loved by Brittany, being the one that can get Brittany aroused so much that her cock oozed precum, she couldn't help but feel sexy.
She smiles into Brittany's jawline when Brittany's hip thrust into her hand involuntary.
"God," she hears Brittany moan breathily.
Santana pulls away from her jawline to observe the woman who has stolen her heart. Her face is pink, her eyes are closed, and her head is thrown back into the headrest. Santana lets her eyes wander all over Brittany's beautiful face, and her neck that looks ever so inviting. Her hair is appearing dark golden from the sunlight creeping through the tinted windows.
She smiles proudly before biting her lower lip, taking the sight before her. She fucking loves this girl.
"So worth it," she says out loud in a whisper. Her voice is raspier than before.
Brittany turns to her, and their eyes lock. Though Brittany's eyes are heavy-lidded, she can tell they are almost entirely black because of her dilated pupils. She looks so intoxicated with want.
Santana squeezes her enclosed fist, causing Brittany's hips to jerk into her hand again. In response, Santana moves her hand up and down a little quicker before squeezing her again at the base. With her eyes never leaving each other as Santana nears her face. She breaks eye contact when she begins to move her head down, down, down where she sticks her tongue out and runs it alone the oozing slit. She runs her run along the length of Nrittanys cock down to her balls where runs her tongue between her balls because taking each one into her mouth and sucking it gently as her hand continues to pump Brittany's cock.
"Fuuuck," she hears Brittany moan.
She feels Brittany's hands come to hear head pushing her into her groin. She adores it. She never particularly cared about giving guys head. It was more to satisfy them without having to give them her body. But this, doing it for Brittany. It was different.
Santana moans. She loved giving Brittany head. She loved taking Brittany into her mouth and tasting her skin, her cum, and the scent of her skin. Giving head and it never made her feel any particular way, but she can feel the wetness between her thighs growing.
She moans again when Brittany grinds her hips into her face and mouth as she brings her tongue around Brittany's ball before she gently lets it go with a pop. Her tongue runs along the hard wet shaft, feeling the veins on her tongue. She moves her tongue up, up, up until finally she wraps her lips around Brittany's engorged head.
Brittany's breathing is labored. The faint music can be heard, but all she can focus on is the sounds Brittany's making.
"You like it, Baby?" She hears Brittany ask with a voice that just about makes her cum. It's throaty and just above a whisper. Santana melts every time she hears Brittany's sexy whisper voice.
Santana removes her mouths slightly, still moving her hand up and down Brittany's shaft.
"So much," she says in a voice heavy with want and love.
She places her mouth around the engorged too sucking it gently while following her hand down, down, down taking in more of Brittany. Her mouth stretches as she takes more and more of her in. Like always, she gags when Brittany's cock reaches the back of her throat. She comes up to release her slightly, then goes back down, fighting the gag reflex, causing her to make noises. Brittany's hands come up to push her in slightly.
Again, she remembers how much different giving head to Brittany is. She had always hated it when David did that, but when Brittany does it, it causes a feeling of determination to run through her body. She forces herself to take Brittany in.
Brittany thrust her hips into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat a few times before letting her come up for air.
"Take it, Baby, I know you can."
That voice makes her want to mount her and fuck Brittany silly. She squeezes her thighs together, wanting to relieve some of the pressure. She boos her head up and down Brittany's shaft before she sinks down, down, down fighting her gag reflex and taking Brittany in until her lips touch Brittany's pelvic.
Brittany gasps at the sensation caused by Santana's mouth. She wants to move her hips but can't focus on anything other than the wonderful feeling surround her hard cock.
Santana's skillful mouth is magical. She can feel Santana's tongue moving though her mouth and throat are still.
She can't even voice that she's cumming because she's so overwhelmed es by this new sensation she's never felt before. She tilts her head back, allowing her to releases her labored breathing. Her chest is moving quickly as she tries to not cum an anointed, but everything is happening so fast. Her heart rate quickens, and the tightness in her abdomen becomes obvious. Very quickly, her face distorts, and before she knows it, she cums with a loud moan, shooting her cum into Santana's mouth.
Santana lifts her head to breathe only now doing so, but she doesn't remove her mouth entirely. She continues to suck her, gently swallowing all her seed.
Her body is buzzing. Her heart is beating like crazy. Her breathing stabilizing. Though her muscles are completely relaxed, her brain is trying to figure out how the hell Santana managed to make her cum in such a fast time, but more importantly, when the hell did Santana learn to do that.
She looks down and watches with adoration as Santana kisses her cock's head before sitting upright on the driver's seat. Brittany smiles at her.
The Latina smiles back at her and with a smirk. She wipes the edges of her mouth with her thumb. Not wanting to waste any of her cum, she sucks her thumb clean.
"Come here," she tells her.
Santana gets closer before Brittany brings her manicured hands to pull Santana into a kiss. She can taste herself on her lips and in her mouth and can't help but release at the taste of herself and the feeling of Santana's sweet mouth mixed. She pulls away while keeping her face close.
"You're fucking amazing. Where did you learn that?"
Santana bites her lip and blushes before she responds, "I want to make you feel good. I love you so much. You make me want to do things I've never done."
"I love you, too. I don't think I've ever cum so fast in my life. Holy shit, San."
Santana chuckles, and Brittany kisses her once more before letting her sit back in her seat. She pulls her pants up along with her compression shorts. She smiles at Santana, who is now focused on the road.
She leans in to whisper into her ear, "When we get home and after we out all the food away, I'm going to fuck you, but first, I am going to want you to sit on my face."
She smiles when Santana looks at her and swallows. The look of arousal all too obvious. She gives her another brief kiss before finally go back in her seat.
She looks out the window smiling like she won a million bucks. Santana makes her the happiest, and at that moment, so do self-driving cars and tinted windows.
Santana checks her makeup in the mirror of her car. It's been a few days since she had told her mother about her sexuality, and this time she didn't take it back. She still can't believe she cheated herself out of this life many years ago. While she hasn't heard from her parents, she hasn't regretted it once. There was no way she would ever regret telling her parents. Brittany was worth giving up everything. She would do it all over again if she had to, in a heartbeat.
Satisfied with her makeup and hair, she exits the car and locks it before strutting her way to the building. She can feel eyes from the boys in the fraternity across the street watching her, and she smiles. Still got it, she thinks to herself.
Though she no longer lives exclusively in the sorority house, she still had a room there. She'd always sleep there if she were feeling lonely when David was away in business and if she wasn't booking up with someone. Upon entering the house, she is greeted by all the members. She smiles and greets everyone.
She finds Quinn, takes her hand, and drags her to the room.
Santana flops down on her old bed and bends her elbow to support her head. She looks at Quinn, who is now flopped on her belly, looking at her phone. The two of them begin to chit chat as they wait for everyone to show up for the meeting that Santana requested. When one of the sisters notifies her that everyone is in attendance, she and Quinn make her way down to the living room.
Santana and Quinn, the president and vice president, enter the room. Santana looks around the room at the group of Zeta Tau Alpha sisters, making sure everyone is in attendance. There is only one absent person, Brittany. Perfect, she thinks.
"Alright, bitches, listen up." Santana smiles as the attention turns to her, not even a second later. "Quinn and I have a few announcements to make. First, yes, the rumors are true. I am getting a divorce. Don't worry. I was the one that asked for it. Second, Brittany and I are officially a couple. That's right," she says before pointing two pointer fingers at herself, "That girl is mine. Brittany is off the market."
Santana meant to say it in her usual boss's attitude, but she couldn't hide the smile or the flutter in her stomach when she said that. She notices how Quinn rolls her eyes and is about to comment when Quinn speaks up.
"Third, we need to prepare for our holiday fundraiser. Last year, we raised five thousand dollars." She lets the members cheer for their previous year's achievement. "This year, I'd like to see us get a thousand more. Seeing that we've got the hottest and most intelligent bitches at this school," she pauses as the sisters cheer proudly once more before continuing. "I am sure we will have no trouble meeting that goal with our date auction. Mercedes has already booked the ball. Bree made our flyers and has distributed them all over campus with Marley and Kitty. Sugar will be posting about the event on our social media pages. Make sure you look your best. Now, for the most important reason, I have summoned this meeting. Britt-Britt's birthday is coming up. I want to throw the biggest birthday bash. Spread that shit like wildfire, but make sure she doesn't know. I want her to be surprised when we have it. Let's get started on planning the biggest party this whole damn school has ever seen. I am talking about going all out. I want the bubbles, the lights, and love music. A DJ is fine. We need food and alcohol. I want this shit to bigger than that movie. "
Santana smiles at everyone as they start to collaborate on ideas for the party. She turns to Quinn, who is smirking at her.
"So whipped," Quinn says
"You're just jealous I am getting some every fucking night Q, every fucking night."
Quinn rolls her eyes at her and shoves her playfully before they break out in laughter.
"Whatever, slut. I could get some, too, if I wanted. In case you have forgotten, I have slept with Brittany before."
Santana pretends to gag, "Please don't remind me."
Quinn pretends to be offended, "Bitch, you dated me and slept with me several times. I don't remember ever hearing any other complaints other than you begging for more."
Santana throws a pillow at her face. "Shut up, Q." She says.
Brittany enters the coffee shop and looks around for her friend. She quickly spots Kurt, who has stood up to get her attention by waving at her. She smiles when she sees him and walks over to him. He hugs her before reaching down to grab a cup of coffee that he then hands to her.
"Wow, Britt, you look amazing."
Brittany blushes. She tries to wipe the smile from her face, but she fails. Her cheeks ache from all the smiling.
"Thanks, Kurt. You don't look so bad yourself," she says as she takes a seat across from him. "Where's Rach?"
Coincidentally, Kurt's phone lights up with the chime, indicating he had received a message. They both look at it and notice the name on the screen. Kurt raises an eyebrow and gives her aside a smile.
"Speaking of the diva herself," he says as he unlocks his phone and reads the message to himself before reading it out loud, "My dearest Kurt, I was talking to one of my instructors. I will be there shortly."
"Same, Rachel. I bet she is kissing major ass trying to get the lead role," Brittany says
"Or annoying them until they give in. She knows how to get her way," Kurt says
She and Kurt catch up on each other's school life while they wait for Rachel to show up. She taps her foot the whole time to focus her energy on something other than the words that are threatening to spill from her mouth. She can feel the words on the tip of her tongue, but she needs to tell her two best friends at the same time. She knows that if she spills the beans now, Kurt will stop his questions, and she doesn't want to repeat herself. Plus, Rachel would forever hold it against her. She loves her friend, but the girl is sometimes too much. Brittany doesn't want to deal with them with an annoyed and angry Rachel just because she couldn't wait until Rachel arrived to spill the beans.
Part of her feels bad for keeping her relationship with Santana a secret from them. Since they've been friends, the three of them never kept secrets from each other. In her defense, however, she had to figure out what was going on with her and Santana first. Now that she had figured it out, she was ready to tell them.
Still, she can feel the uneasiness in her body. Her throat is tightening at the prospect of her two best friends not understanding her new blossoming relationship making it difficult to breathe. Some people don't know how she, a person who is still not legally an adult, can be in love with someone who some would isn't deserving of her for other reasons apart from technically being in an illegal relationship. They didn't know who Santana was as they had never met her, but she knows they're going to get to a point in their conversation where she tells them how she and Santana met, and why their relationship was complicated. Brittany hopes that they can look past the age thing and Santana's marriage to her father.
Panic rises inside her making her heart race at the prospect that they won't understand or think Santana's a bad person. She swallows the lump in her throat. She had hated Santana for marrying her father for money while sleeping with her when they were in denial. What if they don't understand? She thinks to herself.
"Oh," Kurt says, excitedly checking his phone and looking at the entryway of the restaurant. "She said she's here."
Brittany turns to look to see if she can spot their best friend first. She smiles as she places her and calls out her name. Rachel smiles in response before walking over to them. They greet each other. When the attention turns to Brittany, she bites her lip nervously. She glides her hands on her jeans to get rid of the nervous sweats.
After Rachel sits down and apologizes once more for being late, their attention turns to Brittany. She smiles and chuckles nervously.
"Yes, you're right. I did have something to share with you two," She takes a breath and sighs only now realizing that she was speaking way too fast. "I met someone."
Kurt and Rachel both gasp. Kurt claps his hands cutely, being genuinely happy for her.
"Oh my god! That's great." Rachel says with a smile.
"Britt, I am so happy for you!" Kurt says at the same time as Rachel.
Instantly, Brittany's smile returns to her face.
"Is that why you've been smiling like that all day?" Kurt questions as he has an epiphany.
"Tell us everything," Rachel says excitedly.
"Everything," Kurt adds.
Her friends scoot their chairs closer to her and give Brittany their undivided attention.
"Okay, okay, calm down. So, I met her the first night I arrived. It was one crazy night. I mean, I wasn't expecting anything to happen, but it happened. She was at the club. She came up to me. She looked so hot.' She bites her lip, imagining Santana and all the things she loves about her. "She is so hot," She says dreamily.
Her mind gets sidetracked as she thinks Santana and all that she is. She feels so fucking lucky to have gotten someone like Santana. Her focus returns to the conversation when she notices Kurt and Rachel share a knowing look.
"She took my drink, gulp it down, and we danced. She isn't a dance major, but she has some moves. I was impressed with her ability to keep with me. Amazing!"
"I approve of her already. I have always wanted you to date a dancer."
"Rachel, shut up. Let her finish."
Rachel looks at Kurt with disapproval but silences herself.
"She's," Brittany starts bravely before she closes one eye closed and squinting the other, "slightly older,"
She can tell neither of them was expecting that. Several moments passed, and neither of her friends has said anything. There were several instances where Kurt or Rachel were going to say something, but nothing was said. When they didn't react right away, Brittany opened her eyes again.
"How much older?" Kurt asked
"She's 25."
"Well, that's not too old."
"That is eight years, Kurt," Rachel says
Brittany watches and listens as her two best friends banter back and forth about her age difference in her relationships. While Rachel says it is a big difference, Kurt disagrees, In any case, her friends didn't voice any disapproval.
"Why are you two discussing this as if I am not currently sitting right in front of you? Look, yes, she's older. I love her, she loves me, and that is all that matters. That isn't even the most difficult thing I have to tell you."
"What?!" Rachel says in disbelief, "What else do we need to know?"
"She is sort of married-"
"Holy mother of god," Kurt says before she can finish.
"To my dad." Brittany finishes
"Oh," She hears Rachel squeak out.
Rachel's hand accidentally squeezes the cup of coffee in her hands, causing the liquid to spill. Her and Rachel's mouths are open in shock. They quickly close it.
"Britt, are you sure about this?" Rachel asks her.
The shorter brunette girl had always been the more responsible one of the group.
"They are getting divorced if that changes anything. She-Santana is everything I want. I know she isn't perfect, but I love her. I have never been surer of anything in my life."
"Then we'll support you. As long as you're happy." Kurt says with a smile
"That's all that matters," Rachel adds with a smile.
Brittany smiles at her two best friends. Their conversation returns to something usual. Brittany's smile is growing with the thought that her friends support her decision. She's got her two best friends and a perfect girlfriend at home. Maybe the universe wasn't so bad after all. Perhaps the universe was trying to make up for all the shit she had been through her whole life.
She couldn't wait for what the universe had in store for her.
Reviews make me happy:) Almost as happy as you guys get where there's an update. Let me know what you think because they give me the drive to want to work on these stories more:)
Working on updating The Substitute.
Also, I have a few new ideas for some other stories but, I am not sure which to write next.
My first story ever, "Maid For You", was a one-shot i wrote years ago back in 2015. I didn't think I could write a full chapter story about that. I am thinking of making it into a short multi-chapter story.
I also have another story that is partly done. That one is called, "Beautiful Music." It is a story where Brittany is a newly contracted singer/dancer working for a big company. They make Santana(who had a failed music career, but the talent company won't release her), give her voice lessons. Understandably, Santana doesn't want to. They sort of hate each other. Eventual Brittana.
I also have this idea for that takes place in the 1600s where Brittany is either a royal or nun(cause i love that forbidden romance trope) from Spain who comes to New Spain(Mexico) and meets Santana, who is a mestizo(a person mixed with indigenous and Spanish). Eventual Brittana.
Another idea I have is a story about Brittana being single moms and meet when their kids start kindergarten.
There has been a request for a G!P Santana. Idk how you all feel about that. Let me know.
I have a one-shot that is inspired by AOC and our current president. I don't want to publish it because its political(sort of) and I don't know how you all feel about that. Let me know if you're interested. Basically Santana is running for office because she's fed up with the GOP. She meets Brittany, they fall in love(cause Brittana, DUH), and then shit happens.
I don't know why "My Father's Wife" and " The Substitute" is my popular stories. While not everyone comments on them, they do have a significant number of reads. Is it the plot? Is it the forbidden love aspect of it? Is it the smut? What is it about these stories you all like? It would help me decide if I should explore porn with plot stories more, or if i should focus on other types of stories with no smut like, "The Masked Stripper - A Modern Cinderella Story"
Basically, I am asking you, what you want my next story to be. Again, thanks for reading my garbage. I didn't think anybody would like my stories. I should have started writing years ago.
Have a great day:)