I finish my food and two glasses of wine; we end up on the couch watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy and just talking. I cut myself off from drinking because I don't trust drunk me with San. She, however, is finishing the bottle. I tell her she is spending the night because I don't want her drunk driving and she agrees only if she can sleep in my bed with me. We watch a little more tv before she asks for something to wear after she showers. At this point I just feel like we should just leave clothes at each other's places. I step out on the balcony with a blanket from inside while she showers. I grab the box under my patio furniture. No one, not even Rachel, knows that I smoke weed sometimes. I don't make it a habit because it is a gross one to have but occasionally, I want to smoke. It helps with my anxiety. Time passes a little too fast and Santana makes her way to the balcony sliding on my house shoes before coming out to sit next to me. "You smoke weed?" She asked not as shocked as I thought she would be. I just nod. She grabs my bowl and lighter.
"Ya know, there are more convenient ways of using THC now. Gummies, brownies, drinks, vapes if you like to smoke it." She takes a puff and coughs before handing it back to me.
"I know but it's just something about this I like more than all of that. I don't do it often, just sometimes when I'm really stressed out." I said in between puffs before offering back to her then when she declined, I put it up.
"Why are you that stressed?" Santana asked with so much concern in her tone.
"Because I have all these feelings for my best friend, and I don't want to mess things up by doing anything that could threaten our relationship. I don't know what I'd do without her." I'm reluctant to speak another word. I stand up and try to walk past her, then she stands up. We are standing face to face and she leans into me.
"I think Rachel would be super flattered but decline." She whispered in my ear.
"Well, it's a good thing because… just maybe she won't mind if I want you instead." I whisper back to her. I feel her hands around my waist, and I freeze.
"If you want me…" She pulls back still holding me now her hands rubbing the small of my back. My eyes must be filled with lust. "Then take me Q."
"San, we've been drinking and smoking. I don't want you to regre- "I can't even get the words out before I feel her lips on mine and her grip on me get tighter. When she stops kissing me, we rest our foreheads on each other, and I smile just a little.
"Sober or drunk I've never wanted anyone as much as I've wanted you over the years." She rasped out. My mind stops to think about what she just admitted. I get chills all over my body and shake a little at the thought. I put a hand on each side of her face and kiss her softly. She wanted me even when she was with Brittany but never even allowed me or anyone to know that was the case out of respect. I wonder if that's why we were distant for the last two years. I feel her hands move up my back and up my shirt until she takes it off. "Should we go in?" Her tone is drenched in passion. When her voice gets that way, it makes me so wet. I shake my had no and put down the sheer curtains I have for my balcony before reaching in and turning off the kitchen light. I close the sliding door before I step out of my pants. Then take off my bra leaving me completely naked.
"I used to sit out here in my underwear and smoke at night. I didn't want anyone creeping on me, so I got these but if the light is on you can still see through them pretty well." I explained as I walk up to Santana removing her shirt and shorts. "I always wanted to have sex on this balcony." I said as I guide her to sit back down on the couch as I straddle her.
Her hands go straight to my ass, cupping it. My hands go back on her face as we kiss. Soft slow kisses that turn into needy hard kisses. I forgot how good of a kisser she is. Her hands start to roam my body. My body already feels like it's on fire, she drives my body crazy. I feel her hands everywhere then I feel her lips on my neck. We met eyes before she lifts me a little before putting one of my nipples in her mouth and rubbing the other one with her free hand. I close my eyes and bite my lip in hopes that I don't moan as loud as I want to as I feel S move her hand between my thighs. I feel like I could explode as soon as she touches me. Everything about the way she touches me makes me feel like electricity is running through my veins. I feel her make little circles with the pad of her finger against the tiny bundle of nerves and I remember why I am attracted to women so much. Nothing ever feels as good as this does, and no one has ever felt as good as Santana or made feel as good as her. All the wanting and waiting. It's been way too long since the last time I had sex, and even longer since I felt S like this. Santana kisses me and breaks me out of my thoughts. "You feel so fuckin good." I hear her mutter and my hooded eyes open. I look at her face while she steady rubs and every second her fingers dance across my clit I feel like I'm going to drown in desire. The look on her face looks so calm, she's focused. As soon as she lifts her head, and we make eye contact. She slips her fingers inside me while she continues to rub my clit. I couldn't muffle the moan from how good it feels. Santana's fingers are pumping in and out of me, our eyes are locked. I start riding her fingers, and I lose control. I feel her arm wrap around me as I let go. My body goes limp, and I lay my head on her shoulder. She rubs my back then grabs the blanket I bought out to cover us. We lay like that for what seems like forever before I get up. Santana tries to get up too. I push her gently back down. I get dressed and drape the blanket across her naked body just in case she gets cold. I sit on my knees in front of her and spread her legs. I look up at her for permission knowing that Santana always liked how submissive I was even when I pleased her.
"Go ahead." She said while she plays in my hair. I put my face between her legs and hear her moan, she slides down some to position herself exactly right against my tongue, and I moan back at her. "Fuck…" she moaned as she stares back at me. She looks down at me while her hands still play in my hair but now, she is lightly thrusting her hips. "Yes, yes, just like that Q." She whispers out. I know it's not going to take long before she finishes. I grab her hips while her hands hold my head in place and keep licking. I watch her. Her body, her facial expressions. I listen to her. How sexy she sounds; how dirty she talks. "Yeah, that's it, make me cum." I watch her unravel but I don't stop licking and sucking until her body stops shaking. I can't wait to do it again already but it's starting to get cool outside, so I grab S and her clothes. We make our way to the shower for round two, and hopefully after that to the bed for round three.