Happy New Year!
Chapter 15
She was wet for the entire morning. It was so slick in her underwear she was trying her best to distract her obvious discomfort. There was a thumping intensity between her thighs, strong enough to prompt her into checking for wet spots she may have been leaving behind on her desk chairs. She knew the impending holiday break would throw her into solitude, her fathers not budging on allowing her to see Santana; but she was prepared to see her at lunch, and maybe even skip a class later in the day to see her again.
Her libido was out of control.
The anticipation of meeting her girlfriend in the handicapped bathroom during their lunch period was driving her body into frenzy. She'd even gotten to school early, wiping down the bathroom once the janitor finished his rounds, making sure no pesky bacteria lurked while her and Santana had sex.
Sex. The thought alone was exhilarating. She found herself relishing the memories she had from previous sessions, closing her eyes as she rubbed the back of her neck she squeezed her legs together. She ground her thighs; trying to grate enough friction on her swollen clit to ease the tension. Those memories would have to come in handy for the entire two weeks she would be away from Santana. Of course the one thing she wasn't allowed to have would be at the forefront of her mind. She was anxiously tapping her pen against her notebook. She didn't feel like listening to her teacher drone on about verb tenses.
By the time she started chewing on her pen cap, the bell buzzed. She flew from her chair, not bothering to look behind her as she made her way to the handicap bathroom. She knew Santana would already be there, listening for her to grab the handle. She pushed past the throngs of students making their way to class before pulling hard on the metal handle to the bathroom. Santana was standing there, filing her fingernails against the support bar near the toilet. Rachel locked the door behind her, dropping most all of her books to the floor before running and hopping onto Santana.
Santana reacted quickly, folding her arms under Rachel's bottom and swiveling them around until Rachel's back was pinned against the wall behind her. She supported the tiny diva on the bar, pushing against her as she worked her spanks and special underwear down her thighs. She pulled at Rachel's panties until they gave way and rolled them down to her knees before they fell to the floor. Rachel looked between them, noticing how hard Santana was, her thickness a little more enticing than normal. Rachel wasted no time. They had about thirty minutes before they'd have to clean themselves up and make it to their respective classes. She grabbed Santana's girth as Santana gripped the support bar and kissed her. She felt the head of Santana's penis penetrate, and all she could do was mewl into her open mouth.
Santana slid in, pushing in to the hilt, sliding almost all the way out before slamming upward into her. Rachel's entire body jerked up upward, Santana grinding into her frantically, the rhythm they were keeping was fast, Rachel could feel herself swelling, she could feel the heels of her flats digging into Santana's lower back. She couldn't close her mouth, the audible 'O's floated from her throat into Santana's ear. Santana was digging into her, touching something sacred; Rachel began to come undone. She felt the pressure building as Santana pounded into her, the angle they were in helping the Cheerio hit Rachel's clit as she stroked into her. Rachel's arms tightened at their perch around Santana's shoulders, Santana was sweating; panting into the crook of Rachel's overheated neck. They were rocking together, Rachel so tightly sprung she felt like if she came, she'd pass out. Santana snaked her hands under Rachel's knees, holding her up as she continued her stroke. She didn't know how long she could go without finishing. She was pumping into Rachel, slamming into a particularly ridged spot. Rachel's intake of breath was enough to know how far inside Rachel Santana had been. She angled harder into the next time, trying to keep her balance and keep Rachel upright as she rubbed against her g-spot.
Santana was going to finish. She was going to finish soon and deep inside of her girlfriend. She closed her eyes, trying her best to focus on keeping up the pace and direction of her thrusts. Rachel was shaking, trying her best not to scream at what Santana was doing to her body. Santana pushed in again, and every nerve in Rachel's body caught fire. She could feel her climax build and pop inside her, her insides seemingly vibrating around Santana's penis. Santana tumbled into her orgasm behind her, pumping quickly into her as she emptied inside of Rachel. They came down at the same time, Rachel standing against the sink as Santana went to wipe herself off.
"So what are you doing last period?"
Santana just smiled.
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It had been four days into break. Santana was home alone, walking around the house in her boxer shorts and sports bra, singing random tunes at the top of her lungs. She was absolutely bored. Everything she did lasted only minutes at a time before she'd move on to the next activity. She'd eaten three times that day, played with her mother's Wii, tried doing homework and watched three movies. The doorbell snapped her out of her trance, and she sprinted over to answer it, hoping for the company.
She swung open the door, wincing when Finn strode past her, walking uninvited into her living room, and sitting on the couch. She closed the door noisily before walking into the living room with her arms crossed.
"Excuse me Finnegan—what the fuck are you doing at my house?"
Finn stretched his arms over the back of the couch, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Come, Santana, have a seat."
He patted the couch next to him. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Get to the point or get out of my house.
A flash of something glazed across the giant boy's face. It was the classic face he had when he was about to be manipulative, but was morally bound to being that all American good guy. Santana didn't feel like waiting to see what would happen. She tapped her bare foot impatiently, waiting as the emotions played out on Finn's face.
"Well, ever since you ruined my reputation at school, I've been…paying attention to a lot of things happening… And I'm giving you a chance to save face before I… out you."
She laughed.
"Whatever Finnocence, get out before I call the cops."
"Alright Santana. I guess I should just send that text to Ben-Israel."
She was interested.
"What text?"
"The one that outs you as a lesbian."
"Whatever—"
"Look; either help me build my rep back up, or everybody knows before school starts back up. And they'll know who you've been gay… with."
"Who Brittany? Come on Frankenteen—Britt and I haven't boned since she's been banging Dr. X. And besides, everyone already knows we hooked up occasionally."
"I'm not talking about Brittany."
He looked smug. He looked like the idiot who figured out the round rock could roll. She wanted to slap the look off his Neanderthal face.
"Who are you talking about then?"
Finn smiled. In any other circumstance, it would be that adorable, you can trust me smile. But Santana knew better. Finn got away with so much because he played the nice guy card. But that full shit eating grin he was sporting now irritated every fiber of her being.
"Who are you talking about then?"
He chuckled.
"Look. We both know, I know. Now… maybe we can give a go at fixing my rep. Come have a seat, Santana."
And then he leered at her. It infuriated her. Before she could catch herself, she was pulling him up and pushing him toward the front door. He was stuttering, sputtering his words in choppy warnings. She shoved him hard before closing and bolting her front door. She turned to walk away when she heard him screaming through the hardwood.
"Fine then! Everybody will know you're dating Rachel!"
She froze.
End of chapter 15
A/N: The crap is hitting the fan now. This is a filler chapter, more things will be happening in the upcoming chapters. Please read and review!