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Warning. Explicit scenes. Please skip if you don't like. I'm sorry, I'm probably a horrible erotic stuff writer. I'm not even a writer. Lol. Anyway, I had to make a chapter like this because well, what's Brittana without hot girl sex?
"Are we really gonna have sex?" Santana murmured in between kisses. She was half naked, sprawled on Brittany's bed. Both of their 'dates' got cancelled so they decided to spend the night together. Santana started making out with Brittany because she was horny as fuck, but her plan to use Brittany as an alternative to her date backfired. The moment they started making out, Brittany was totally in control. She knew Santana's sweet spots. Santana was panting. She was wet, she can feel it. But the thought of having sex with another woman scares her. She's also scared that having sex with Brittany might ruin their friendship and she didn't want that. She wanted Brittany forever, yeah, cheesy, but she was Santana's best friend in the world, someone who understands her better than herself. She didn't want to lose that.
Her thoughts were disrupted by a very sexy whisper of "Hey, come back to me, San. Stop thinking."
Santana opened her eyes to see a pair of baby blue eyes staring at her. Baby blue reminds her of innocence, but the way Brittany was staring at her was far from innocent. It was full of desire, hunger. Santana mentally thanks God that they were lying down because she was pretty sure her legs turned into jelly from that stare. "Sorry, B. I'm all yours now."
Brittany titled her head "You were over thinking again. I know you. Your nose scrunches a lil bit and your brows twitch a little when you're over thinking."
"How the hell do you know that when you were kissing my neck at that time? I'm pretty sure you can't see me at that time." Santana's brows furrowed, annoyed and amazed by Brittany's almost psychic powers.
Brittany tapped the tip of Santana's nose. "I know you well, Santana."
Santana smiled at her "You know me so well. Look I'm sorry for spacing out like that. I'm feeling like a fucking virgin right now, although technically, we are girl sex virgins. I just want nothing to change between us. Like our friendship is just so great that we get to sleep with each other. And no feelings. Just purely physical. I mean we're doing this right now because our dates basically ditched us and I'm very horny and I just wa-"
Brittany kissed her to interrupt what she was saying. "Baby, it's time to stop talking now."
Santana flipped Brittany onto her back and straddled her, grinding her hips on Brittany's left leg. Slowly, she kissed Brittany. She tasted like mint and lip gloss, just the way Santana remembered. Santana reached for Brittany's breast. Laced front close bra. Lovely. She freed two pink perky nipples and sighed at the sight of her almost naked friend. She kissed her again but this time, she made her way downwards, leaving a trail of kisses from her neck, to her chest, licking and sucking on each of her nipples, then to her navel. Her thumbs hooked on the waistband of Brittany's underwear and started to pull it off. Eager for contact, Brittany lifted her hips up so that Santana's mouth would meet her core.
Santana has never gone down on a woman before. Heck, she's never even had sex with a woman before, yet being with Brittany felt so normal. Like they were made for each other. At least, that's what she thought.
She started licking her clit, her tongue moving on a clockwise motion. Brittany was so wet. Santana easily slipped a finger into her slit. Brittany moaned in pleasure, back arched, hands gripping Santana's hair. She slipped a second finger inside and started thrusting, tongue continuously attacking her clit.
Brittany started to move to meet Santana's hand. "F-fuck… I'm close, San!" She stifled a moan when Santana thrust in knuckle deep. A flick of Santana's tongue and she came, hands gripping even tighter on Santana's hair. Brittany shouted Santana's name as her whole body shuddered.
Santana licked her fingers, tasting Brittany. "You are delicious, Britt." She moved closer to Brittany who was still recovering from her orgasm. Santana watched her keenly, observing every detail. Brittany's breathing was heavy; her chest was rising and falling quicker than normal, her eyes half closed; long eyelashes fluttering, and her hand now tangled with Santana's. Santana studied every inch of her body, her toned muscles, chiseled jaw, lips redder than a cherry, and those breasts. Those beautiful breasts.
After what seemed to be minutes, Brittany turned "Hi. When did you learn to that? You're amazing. Like, best 'virgin' ever." She kissed Santana lightly.
"We're sex goddesses, Britt-Britt. We don't need to learn." Santana smirked.
Brittany giggled at what she said. "I'm annoyed, though." she kissed Santana's hand, "I was supposed to do you first, but you took my spotlight." She pouted. That pout that gave Santana's stomach butterflies.
"Stop pouting. It's so cute that it's annoying." she pinched Brittany's cheeks.
"I'm always cute." Brittany's eyes wandered at the Latina's body. "Wait, why the hell are you wearing underwear?" she unclasped Santana's bra, removed her panties and threw those across the room. "Much better. You tarantulize me."
"I WHAT?" Santana started laughing "you mean, tantalize? At least, I hope that's what you meant."
"Yeah, tantalize. That. Now stop laughing, woman, I need to return the favor." Brittany gave Santana a carnal smile as a finger entered her slit…
I cut dominant Brittany's part off because I thought the way I wrote it was even more horrible than what I did with dominant Santana. Lol.