Brittany showers by herself because Santana seems to have had a sudden narcoleptic episode and knocked out the second Brittany rolled out of bed. That's fine, though; she knows that they probably wouldn't have been all that productive if they'd shower together. She briefly considers asking Santana how she would prefer Brittany to groom 'down there' but then decides that might be a tad too presumptuous. But then again, they already had sex so... She makes sure she's super clean 'down there' and every where for Santana. Not that she doesn't keep herself clean she just wants to put a little more effort in now that she has Santana. Does she really have Santana? They did kiss and hold each other and then Santana cuddled her dick with her mouth which led to sex, really, really, really nice sex but what does it mean?
The blond had to suffer with Quinn and her lesbian 'what does it mean?' dilemmas all the damn time but she's never had the opportunity to experience that (fortunately). Until now (unfortunately?). She kinda' hoped having a penis would make her exempt from that sort of stuff. Guess not.
After her shower, she quietly throws on some panties – just because she has a dick doesn't mean she can't wear pretty undergarments – some shorts and a 'Blondes Do It Better' shirt. She walks over to Santana's side and bends down, peppering kisses all around her face.
She hears the brunette giggle and buries her face under the pillows. In a word: cute.
"Wakey, wakey." Brittany says as she runs her fingers through Santana's slightly knotted hair – she's definitely not judging, it's fantastic knowing that she was kinda' the cause of those knots.
"No." Santana grumbles from underneath the pillows.
Amused, Brittany responds "No?"
"No."
"What do I have to do for you to get outta bed?"
Santana pulls out from underneath the pillows and lays on her back, smirking up at Brittany. "Well, my first wake-up call wasn't all that bad. Why don't you take pointers from that?"
"I thought I owed you breakfast?" Brittany asks and is promptly met by the brunette's grumbling stomach.
"Ugh, my stomach would cockblock my vagina. Hey! I can legitimately say that now because you have a cock. Go Santana!" the tanned woman discreetly reached out and cupped Brittany's member, emphasizing her point.
"Mmhhh, Sanny." Brittany moans but then quickly remembers that she has to feed Santana. Like, real food. "C'mon. While you shower, I'll cook us up some breakfast."
One last squeeze for good measure. "Sure. Sounds like a good trade." the brunette concedes.
Brittany leads Santana to the bathroom and tells her to help herself to anything. She quickly whips up quite possibly the biggest breakfast her apartment has ever seen. Mostly because she forgot to ask Santana what she wanted. Breakfast leftover for dinner, anyone?
She manages to finish her buffet breakfast in a flash and has time to send her best friend Quinn a text.
Quinnie! Have I got some news for you! Let's have lunch this week?
Shit, I'm 30 fucking years old. DON'T CALL ME THAT. Sure, how's Tuesday?
I'm Brittany. Bitch. I can call you whatever I want. Come Tuesday, I shall still be calling you 'Quinnie'.
See ya then, asshole.
"What's cookin', good lookin'?' Santana asks as she saunters into the kitchen, wearing a tank top and some shorts Brittany didn't even remember having.
"Everything. I made you French toast, pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I totally forgot to ask you what you wanted. I can make you something else if you want." Brittany asks she sets her phone down and walks towards the smaller woman, setting her hands around Santana's waist.
Santana leans up and gently kisses Brittany. "No, what you made smells faaabulous! Take me to your food." the brunette playfully commands. Brittany leads her to her living room where she set all of the food on the coffee table. "Wow, it looks even better than it smells." Santana sits down and pulls Brittany next to her, laying a kiss to her neck. "Thank you, Britt." she nuzzles into the blonde.
"No problem, go on, eat!"
The two eat. Well, Brittany eats while Santana inhales her food. It's adorable how her cheeks are all puffed out like a squirrel. Is it a squirrel or a gopher? Is it rude to relate someone you're attracted to a rodent? Probably...
"Shit." Brittany hears Santana say as she leans forward, setting down her empty plate.
"What?"
The shorter woman shifts, now facing Brittany. "I shoveled that food in my mouth. That's not very ladylike, is it?"
"You're hilarious. I thought it was the cutest thing. Don't worry about it. I'm glad you liked it." the blonde smiles at Santana as she picks up some of the plates and heads to the kitchen.
"Really?"
"Yes, really! I took it as a compliment." Brittany definitely wouldn't mind cooking for her again. She brings back more water for them and sits down on the couch where she was before.
"Good, 'cause I gotta tell you: it was the greatest thing I've ever had in my mouth." Santana whispers near Brittany's ear, causing her to visibly shudder.
"Really?" the blonde ask, her voice cracking as if her balls were dropping for the first time.
The brunette traces the shell of her ear with her tongue before answering. "Actually, no." Brittany feels a hand trailing up her thigh. "This was the greatest thing I've ever had in my mouth." Santana says as she gently squeezes the chef's hardening dick.
"Oh-hh?" Brittany responds with a shaky voice.
"Uh-huh. And I'd really like to have it in my mouth again. I'd like to thank you for making me breakfast." Santana husks into her ear as she rubs over her shorts.
"You don't have to thank me, silly. It was my pleasure."
"Well, I would really love it if you'd let me pleasure you with my mouth."
"Ook – ahem, okay."
"Okay?" the brunette asks clearly amused at Brittany's reactions.
"Yes. Please? If you don't mind. It's okay if you don't want to." Brittany stills Santana's hand, not wanting her to feel pressured into doing it.
Santana doesn't say anything, she just kisses her way down Brittany's body before leaning down all the way and nuzzles her face against Brittany's dick.
"You don't have to. I swear I won't get mad."
The brunette pulls down Brittany's waistband, letting her rock hard dick slap against her stomach. Santana moans, swearing her can hear it throb. She pulls the shorts all the way down her legs. She stares hungrily at Brittany's meat before leaning over swiping her tongue across Brittany's sac.
"Ooooh, fuuuckkkk." Brittany moans out as her hands shoot out to caress Santana's shoulders.
The brunette smirks at the blonde's reactions and she swiftly sucks one of Brittany's balls into her mouth. Brittany's muscles start to quake already and begins panting; she's a bit embarrassed that's she's already so close but then again, a beautiful woman is rolling her balls in her mouth so she really can't bring herself to give a fuck.
"Sanny, that feels so good, so, so, so good." Her fingers massages deep into Santana's shoulders
Santana spits out Brittany's balls and runs her tongue from the base of the blonde's cock all the way up to the tip. She dips her tongue into the slit and is immediately greeted with pre-come.
"Fuck, you taste amazing." She says as she licks underneath the gorging dick head before licking back down to her balls. Furiously licking them again and again and again. She can feel them becoming swollen with come. She sucks on them one last time before bring her hand up and begins to tug on them as she licks circles up Brittany's shaft. Reaching the tip and sucking harshly on it, until she dips her tongue into the slit, trying to draw out more pre-come.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Santana jolts upright, worried that she'd hurt Brittany. "What, what? What'd I do? Did I use too much teeth? I heard that happens sometimes, sorry! I'll be more careful!"
"What? No? I don't think you bit me. It felt really, really, really good. Like last night, it feels soooo good! I just, I just didn't get a chance to ask you. Are you okay with my hair?"
The brunette looks at the blonde's shiny, golden locks. "Your hair's nice?" Not really sure where Brittany was going with this.
"Thank you but I meant the hair surrounding my bits."
"Oh!" Santana looks down. She didn't really notice, it's nice and trimmed. Not too much, not too little. "Oh, you're fine. You don't have an uncontrollable bush or a disgusting porn star landing strip. But I doubt I'd really mind if you did have either one of those."
"Whew, good. I'm glad." Brittany nodded.
"Are you all right with mine? I can grow it back out if you want."
"No, no. Whatever you want is fine, San."
"Okay, good. Can I get back to what I was doing?" Santana asks but before Brittany's able to answer, Santana already pushed the blonde's cock down her throat, her lips firmly around Brittany's base.
Brittany screams out Santana's name as she massages the woman's neck, careful not to push her down. She can feel Santana's throat massage her dick and she's about to explode in her mouth. Brittany leans her head back in ecstasy and moves her hand into Santana's shorts, cupping her mound, while Santana keeps bobbing up and down her dick. She can't believe this is happening to her, she can't believe she's this lucky. This seemingly amazing woman is pleasuring her like never before, this seemingly amazing woman is sucking her dick like there's nothing wrong with it. This seemingly amazing woman just slurped so good around her dick while tugging on her balls.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuckkk!" Brittany yells out as she explodes in Santana's mouth, while Santana just keeps drinking it and grinding down on Brittany's hand.
The brunette sits up and discreetly wipes her mouth and smiles at the sight of Brittany with her head tossed back and her hand in Santana's shorts.
"Brittany?"
"Hmm?" The blonde hums in response.
"You should run down to the corner store and get us some condoms. Sucking your dick made me so wet. Surely you can feel that." the brunette smirks as she begins to suck on Brittany's neck.
Brittany's eyes snap open "Fuck, I'm a fucking asshole. I didn't even get to make you climax. Sorry, I'm sorry." Brittany instinctively covers her member.
Santana pulls back. Looking into Brittany's clear, blue eyes and caressing her cheek. "Hey, why are you being so shy? After last night and this morning I thought you'd be better about this. What's going on, gorgeous?" Santana asks as she pushes back some hair away from Brittany's face.
"Um, I wasn't really thinking about it then. Now I am. You cannot imagine how wonderful you've made me feel. I just don't know if I can make you feel as good. I don't want to embarrass myself. It's like you're too good to be true." She was just acting out of instinct and lust, now she can't. She's exposed. She's physically exposed in a way she's never been.
"I think you're over-thinking this. Everything you did to me has been great so far. I don't see how that would change." the brunette soothingly tells her and softly kisses her.
"I told my best friend about you."
"You did?"
Brittany nods, "Well, no. I told them that I was going to tell them about you on Tuesday."
Santana gets up, sheds her pesky clothing and grabs her phone out of her purse. Brittany's jaw open at the sight of Santana's perfect, naked body. The sunlight coming in through the window, perfectly highlighting her curves and definition. "Hold on." She tells Brittany, sitting down as she dials with her right hand and brushes Brittany's hand away from her wet, semi-hard cock with her left and begins stroking it, twisting her wrist at the top. Both of them relishing the wet noise of Santana stroking her.
"What are you doi-" Brittany is cut off when the brunette leans over and kisses her.
"Relax." Santana whispers against her lips. "Hey, Rach! Yeah, I'm going to stop you right there because I have important news." Santana excitedly says as her strokes get faster, her eyes meeting the blonde's with a new intensity. "I met a beautiful blonde last night. I stayed over and hopefully, she'll stay at my place tonight." Santana punctuates her question with a rough squeeze at the base of her cock, making the blonde moan. "Yeah, I cannot wait to tell you all about her. But I gotta go now. Bye, love you, BJ." The brunette tosses her phone aside and straddles Brittany lap, while she rubs her thumb over Brittany's sensitive dick head, mashing their lips together. She furiously jacks off Brittany, loving the feel of the warm, pulsing, soft flesh in her hand. Loving how the blonde is kneading her breast and trembling against her. Loving how the blonde is whimpering into her mouth.
She feels a sticky warmth on the underside of her chin. Bingo. Brittany came. And came everywhere.
"Jesus, Brittany. Is there supposed to be this much? That's some range you got there."
Brittany blushes a little and says "I don't really know what's normal. Never had anything to compare it to. Quinn said I should be proud of my penis and myself."
Santana feels a pang of jealously. "Wait? My best friend, Rachel Berry is dating a Quinn."
"Rachel, 'beautiful, Broadway, bombshell, Barbra'?" Brittany recites what Quinn always tells her.
"Quinn, 'strong, silent type, timeless beauty, photographer'?"
"Holy shit! The four of us were supposed to have dinner next week!" Brittany exclaims as she brings their lips together and wraps her arms around Santana's lithe waist.
"Interesting. But disclaimer. Might be too early to be bringing this up and maybe you shouldn't tell Quinn but I should disclose this since I feel you and I are going to be in each other's life for a while so-"
Santana's rambling is cut off my Brittany's fingers tracing up and down her pussy lips. "You're rambling. Get to the point."
"Rach and I used to be fuck buddies." Santana lays her arms over Brittany's shoulders, gripping onto the back of the couch.
Brittany's hand stills. "But now you're just best friends, right?"
"Of course." Santana answers, rocking against the blonde's hand, her eyes fluttering shut.
The chef's hand continues, "Okay, cool. I lost my virginity to Quinn so, you know."
"Oh." then tanned woman's hips stop and her eyes snap open. Her jealously making a comeback.
"But that's okay, right? I mean, we were 18 and she was my bffl back then too."
"Did you, ahem, have feelings for her?"
"Gosh, no. She's like my sister. We just thought it'd be easier that way. Less pressure. It was really awkward, she almost broke my nose and I came the second I was in her. It took a couple times before I could hold it to make her come."
"A couple times?!" Santana's irrational jealously making her shout out.
"Well, yeah, I wanted her to climax too. I'm a lady, I'm considerate."
"Did you use a condom?"
"No. We were both virgins and she's been on anti-conception stuff for the longest. Apparently it sucks having a period." Brittany shrugs, as her fingers circle around Santana's entrance.
Santana puts her lips near Brittany's ear, "How did she say your come felt inside her?"
"She said it felt warm and she was surprised it didn't 'drip out'. But apparently it's not really supposed to drip out anyway."
"Did you like coming inside her?" the brunette husks into Brittany's ear again.
"Well, I mean, it feel nice but you know, it's Quinn. I liked being inside you way more." Brittany says as she dips her finger tip into Santana's warmth.
"Was she tight?"
"You're tighter."
"Was she wet?"
"You're way wetter. Your pussy squeezed so hard on my dick. Shit, my dick felt good in you and now," Brittany thrusts two fingers deep inside of Santana, "now fingers feel so good inside of you. Ride my fingers, baby." Brittany tells Santana but she's not sure where that came from. All she knows is that Santana clenching her walls around her fingers as she drops herself again and again on them and her breast bouncing in front of her is fantastic. She sneaks her other hand and thumbs on Santana's clit.
Santana yells out even more, "Yes, yes, yeeees, yesss! Don't stop, don't stopppp." The blonde curls her fingers and feels a gush of warmth all around her hand and stomach as Santana trembles against her. "Ah, ah, I'm sensitive, Britt. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! That was so good. Don't move. Don't move." Santana mumbles against Brittany's neck.
"Are you ok?"
Santana pulls back, her chest still heaving from her orgasm. "I just squirted all over you and you're asking me if I'm ok?"
"Uh, yeah."
"What did I ever do to deserve you?" Santana leans down to kiss Brittany again.
"I think I should be asking that. You've already made me embraced and accepted, you're cute and cuddly but gorgeous at the same time, and you're hilarious. Oh, and I guess the couple of blowjobs you've given me aren't all that bad either." Brittany grins at Santana and looks at her in adoration. Both of them thinking they could become accustomed to this,.
"You, Miss Pierce, are going to be stuck with me for a very, very long time."
"Keep making me feel all giddy inside and you've got yourself a deal."
"Good." She slips Brittany some more tongue. "Wow. Hi. What's the plan for today? I mean, you're totally coming home with me tonight but before that."
"What ever you'd like to do. Marley runs the stores on the weekends. I'm all yours."
"Well, in that case, I think we need another shower and then I'd like to fool around some more and then I'd like to take you out to lunch. Followed by a my apartment. Yes? No? Maybe so?"
"Sounds fantastic. Go, go get in the shower. I'll put the rest of the stuff away.