Pussy and Waffles
Q: Wait until you see the outfit that I'm wearing ;)
S: Shit. I hope you don't care, but I'm still in my kit from my game tonight. Literally shucked off my cleats and headed here, completely sweaty…
Q: ….
Santana stares at her phone before knocking on Quinn's door. "Well, I hope that she's okay with how I look. I did tell her that I was coming straight from my game to save time," she says out loud to herself as she raps on the door. Quinn opens it up, phone in hand.
"You goof. I'm in sweats. I knew you were coming straight from the game. Now come in." Santana enters Quinn's apartment, glancing over it appreciatively, all the while scanning it to see where they could have sex.
"Nice place," Santana says, dropping her duffle bag on the ground.
"Thanks," Quinn says, allowing Santana to get the feel of the place. "It's small, but it's mine and I love it. Close to different museums, work is only a short metro trip away, the food in the area is great." Santana nods her head, listening. It's clear that even though both of them know why Santana is here, they're both a little nervous about taking their pseudo friendship to friends with benefits. Flirting over the phone is one thing, but actually sleeping together is a whole different ballgame.
Santana nods her head. "Nice. Uh, well, I don't want to be all sweaty in your place, so I'm gonna go shower. Is that cool?"
"Yeah, yes. Definitely. Shower is down the hall. I have a towel already on the rack for you."
"Thanks," Santana says, giving Quinn a look before grabbing her toiletries bag out from her duffle. "I won't be long." Quinn nods and Santana heads to the bathroom but comes back out in her sports bra and shorts a few seconds later. "Forgot this," she says as holds up a change of clothes. Quinn nods. Santana looks at her again, squinting her eyes and trying to convey for her to come with her to the shower. But Quinn doesn't, and Santana doesn't want to awkwardly stand in the small open area of the apartment for too long, so she goes back to the bathroom and undresses slowly before getting in the shower.
Once in the shower, Santana sees Quinn's toy that she was talking about the night before. Santana wants to know more about it but doesn't want to intrude on Quinn's privacy, so she leaves it where it is and instead lathers up the soap and runs her hands over her body, getting clean. While washing up, Santana runs a finger through her folds, feeling her wetness. She knew as much that she would be. She had found Quinn attractive for awhile now and to have the opportunity to sleep with her had her hormones running haywire. It didn't hurt that Quinn had been sexting her all day long, either. With one last swipe through her folds, Santana finishes her shower and quickly dries off before heading out to Quinn.
"Hey," Santana says, causing Quinn to look up from her book.
Quinn blinks rapidly. "Oh. Uh. Hey," she says, placing her book down. Santana takes it, grabs a piece of paper, sticks it in between the pages that Quinn was reading, and closes the book.
"Cat got your tongue?" Santana inquires as she grabs one of Quinn's wrists, running her hand across her skin lightly as she climbed on top of Quinn. Quinn blushes. "It's okay. You look cute when you're flustered," Santana says before leaning forward and ghosting a kiss on Quinn's lips. "Is this okay? You can stop me if it isn't," Santana tells her. And that's all it takes for Quinn to surge forward, closing the gap between the two of them, pressing her lips to Santana's.
Soon, Quinn's clothes are being shed, haphazardly thrown across the apartment. Santana guides Quinn to laying down on her back and slowly works her way down Quinn's body, peppering her creamy colored skin with nips and kisses until she reaches her panty-clad pussy. Once there, Santana glances up at Quinn, giving her a smirk, before running her tongue against the outside of the lacy panties, causing Quinn to moan. Santana does that a few more times before pushing Quinn's panties to the side and entering her pussy with her tongue.
"Fuck!" Quinn exclaims, the sensation of Santana's tongue inside of her pussy feeling amazing after having been on edge all day. Santana takes that as an invitation to include her fingers to the mix, so while she moves her mouth to Quinn's clit, she runs her fingers briefly through Quinn's folds, gathering wetness on her index and middle finger, before swiftly slipping inside Quinn's pussy, causing her to moan loudly. "Unf, Santana!" Quinn exclaims breathily. Santana hums her approval of Quinn's reaction, grinding her own hips against Quinn's bed.
"More. Please" Quinn gets out shakily. Santana complies, adding another finger to the mix. "Another," Quinn all but demands, canting her hips upward. Santana adds another, slowly pushing her fingers in more and curling upwards towards Quinn's g-spot while licking and sucking Quinn's clit. Santana can tell that Quinn is getting closer with the way her pussy is clenching her hand, pulling her fingers in more.
"Mmmm, you feel so good, Q," Santana says against Quinn's clit before going back to sucking on it, giving a little nip occasionally. Santana reaches her free hand up to Quinn's breasts to add more stimulation for Quinn, which is all Quinn needed to be sent over the edge.
"Santana! Right There. Unf, don't. Don't stop!" Santana continues to fuck her as if her life depends on it, sliding her fingers in and out as quickly as possible while circling Quinn's clit until she comes.
"San, come up here," Quinn says as she pulls Santana towards her. "I want to taste me on you," she says before pulling Santana into a searing kiss while slipping her hand down to feel Santana's neglected pussy. "Aww, looks like someone is very wet. How about you sit her," she says as she points to her face, "so I can take care of that for you." Santana eagerly climbs on top, pussy clenching in anticipation.
Through the night, sleep is the last thing on either of the two's minds, which is evident when after the short amount of sleep they do get, Santana wakes up Quinn with a little action below the sheets. "Mmm, I could get used to waking up like this," Quinn states. "But I want to taste you too. Come up here and turn around." Santana glances at Quinn's phone, checking the time.
"Do you think we have enough time to get off twice before you have to get ready for work?"
"Well, why don't you try and find out?" Quinn says mischievously before licking the length of Santana's pussy. "And," Quinn says as she pulls away briefly, "I've got frozen waffles in the fridge for breakfast. Haven't you heard that pussy and waffles is the new thing?"
