So first of all, guys, I think I need to make an apology of sorts. I posted a second chapter to this story by accident. I'd actually written that for a completely different story ('What are we going to tell your mother' if you're interested) where essentially Brittany was gangbanged while Santana watched. Obviously some people read that chapter expecting Brittana and got something they didn't like and that's fine, it was advertised as Brittana. They were entitled to call me out on my honest mistake. Anyway I deleted the chapter from this story and added it onto the one I had originally intended it for. Just to clear everything up. I stand by what I wrote and I'm certainly not taking it off completely but I accidentally put it in the wrong story. So sorry, I guess. If you want to read the actual story, go to my profile. I'm sure you'll enjoy it in its proper environment. ;). Oh and if anyone has a genuine problem with my work as someone clearly did, I would much prefer that they messaged me privately and I'll be as accommodating as I can.
But enough doom and gloom! On with the real story…
Santana burst out of her front door, desperately searching for her car keys. How could she forget again? Wasn't she supposed to be the smart one in the relationship? Last time she'd forgotten their anniversary, Brittany hadn't spoken to her for a week. The amount of times she'd had to massage her shoulders and rub her feet and eat her pussy just to redeem herself, was unreal (okay so the last one wasn't so bad, but it was still a pain in the ass when Brittany wouldn't ever return the favour).
And now she'd forgotten again and had exactly 21 minutes to get to the superstore before her girlfriend of five years got back to their apartment. She leapt into a taxi for the five minute drive. That gave her ten minutes to find something, anything! She knew the consequences of being unable to find something.
The taxi pulled into the lot, Santana hurling money at the bewildered driver, screaming at him to wait there. She dashed inside, time ticking away, fast. She was now standing in the middle of a huge multi-floored complex with dozens of different shops and gift outlets. And she had no idea what to buy!
A cookbook? No, Brittany didn't know what an oven was. A handbag? No she had loads of those. Shoes! Can't go wrong with getting your girlfriend shoes, maybe throwing in some candy and a bunch of flowers. No, Brittany had expressly told her not to get shoes.
Of course Brittany had told Santana about this, weeks ago. She'd taken steps to make sure Santana never forgot about the anniversary. And now look what she'd gone and done.
"I'm a terrible girlfriend."
Brittany was franticly searching through aisle after aisle, shop after shop. She was stupid, so very, very stupid! God, she'd been so cruel to Santana the last time she'd forgotten, then she'd told her caramel-skinned girlfriend weeks in advance not to forget. She'd probably bought her some beautiful flowers or candy, or both. Or a necklace the colour of her eyes. And here was Brittany 13 minutes before she'd said she'd be home and she'd forgotten. Fuck!
She was hurriedly fingering through a rack of cute dresses but then realised that she wasn't shopping for her, but Santana. Why did she have to get so distracted? Right focus. Santana looked good in either red or black or sometimes purple. It should be short, Santana had great legs, and Brittany loved watching other people stare at them while they walked together in the park. It had been a while since they'd been there actually, they should probably go back to relive old times. They could play on the roundabout, on the swings, hey wouldn't it be great to go swing dancing? Brittany knew they both loved dancing of all kinds, but there was something so free and easy about swing. You could just let your problems melt away, just let it go.
Hey they should watch Frozen again! Santana surprisingly liked it a lot and the two could laugh and sing along together, they loved singing or at least they did at present. Crap, present!
Brittany checked her watch; maybe she could go to one more shop and still get home on time. Or else she would have to find something extra sexy to wear and call between santana's legs home for the next month.
It was no good, she'd never find anything. She was about to berate herself when someone did it for her.
"I'm a terrible girlfriend."
Brittany turned to find Santana standing there, looking flustered. The caramel-skinned brunette looked up to see her pale blonde girlfriend not five feet away. They both spoke at once.
"I –"
"I didn't mean to –"
"I was just trying to –"
"Look I –"
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too."
"No, I'm a total idiot, I got down on you so bad last year and then I go and forget this year, that's not okay."
"Relax Brit, at least you didn't forget twice in a row. Look I guess we're both idiots. Not for forgetting but for thinking that we need a gift to say we love each other. After all we both have all we need right?"
"Yeah. I guess you're right," Brittany smiled at her girlfriend and the two kissed, chastely, remembering they were in a crowded mall.
"Do you wanna get out of here, maybe we can both 'make it up' to each other." Santana waggled her eyebrows flirtatiously. Brittany's eyes suddenly glazed over with lust. She leaned in again and kissed her girlfriend, hard and with greater passion, not caring if people stared. After all, they shouldn't have to hide. She pulled away when she heard Santana moan.
"As good as that sounds I think I know a place where we can find a special present. Something for the both of us." She dragged her girlfriend by the hand to the one shop they hadn't tried yet. The Sex Shop.
"Fuck me, Brittany you look so fucking hot!"
"Oh you too babe, fuck!"
The pair were fucking themselves with a double-ended dildo, their clits rubbing together whenever they both reached the middle, in sweet agony.
"Oh fuck! Fucking fuckity fuck fuck! I'm so glad you bought this baby!"
The two began to make out, their athletic physiques giving them the flexibility to mash their faces together in a needy kiss. Santana's lips desperately sought out Brittany's, the blonde's latching on with equal fervour. They kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths as they moaned cursed and screamed into each other. Brittany was rubbing at Santana's clit while Santana kneaded Brittany's tits.
The dick slid easily in and out of the two cunts, rapidly impaling themselves for maximum pleasure. It was the biggest model they had, the two girls knowing they could take it. Their pussies rubbed together again, friction sending electrical jolts up their sweaty aroused bodies.
"Oh fuck, I love you so much baby!" Brittany cried. "I'm gonna cum so hard all over this fucking dick!"
"Oh yeah and then (oh fuck) I'm gonna drink it up! I know how good you fucking taste, you naughty girl. You're so bad, fingering my clitty while I fuck myself on your present."
"Fuck, Sanny, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum, cum with me Sanny!"
"OH GOD BRITTANY I'M CUMMING, FUUUUUUUCCKKK!"
They squirted their cum all over the plastic dick, drenching the large pink cock, still fucking themselves on it, trying to wring as much pleasure out of this situation as possible.
Once down from their highs, the two cleaned up the mess on the floor and kissed warmly.
"As fun as that was, I think I prefer these babies shoved in my pussy," Santana kissed each of Brittany's fingers.
"Well you know, we still have 6 hours left of our anniversary." Brittany said suggestively nodding toward the bedroom door. They didn't exit for a long, long time…
I don't know that much about sex toys, I've heard of double-ended dildos and I thought I'd add one in. Hopefully you liked it and if you'd like to see more Brittana give me suggestions in the review section. Ba-bye!