Surely, Santana gets in the shower and is joined up by Brittany. A fondling session and another blowjob later, Santana is on her back with her legs spread wide open. Her hands gripping at Brittany's hair while the blonde sucks on her clit.
"More, more, more." Santana breathes out.
Brittany gladly keeps sucking on the swollen clit, until she begins to flick her tongue against it.
"Yeah, yeaahhhh, fuckkkk."
The blonde licks down Santana's sex and pulls one of Santana's pussy lips into her mouth. She sucks on it and then licks across to the other one, giving it the same treatment. She lets go and without teasing, spears her tongue into the brunette, instantly becoming addicted to her taste. Her sweet, sweet taste.
The blonde moaning and pushing her own sex into the bed, trying to find release. "Fuck, you taste so fucking good. Am I doing good, baby? Do you like it?"
"YESSSS. Shit, yes. You're so good at that, keep going, keep going."
Brittany proudly massages the inside of Santana's wet pussy with her tongue. Swirling as deep inside as she can get. She lets go of one of Santana's hands and begins to circle around the recently neglected nub, while she's flicking her tongue in and out of Santana. She can feel Santana shake even more, her walls deliciously tightening around her tongue. She quickly latches on to Santana's clit again and thrusts two fingers inside, curling them and makes Santana come again.
"Brittanyyyyyyy, fuuckkkkk."
Brittany cleans up the brunette's pussy and then lays on her back next to a gasping Santana, running her tongue over her lips, wanting to taste more of Santana.
"Since college? Really?" Santana shakes her head in disbelief.
"Yes, but technically, I've never done that before."
The smaller woman sits up and looks down at Brittany, "You're joking?!"
"No."
"Fuck!" Santana reaches out and grabs Brittany's face. "I struck gold with you."
Brittany's face drops and looks away. "Oh."
Santana's grin disappears, "What 'oh'?" She asks worried.
"I, uh, is this just about sex with you? I mean, with what we've done in the last few hours? Is this all we're going to do?" Brittany's stomach drops as she thinks Santana only wants her for sex. She can't seems to explain it but she's already attached to the woman cradling her face.
"No! No, no, no! I'm genuinely attracted to you, physically and emotionally. I swear, Brittany." the smaller woman bordering on desperate tries to tell Brittany. She sighs, "But you're right, you're right. I shouldn't have pushed you especially after what you told me." She lays back and looks at the ceiling.
Feeling a weight off her shoulders, she cuddles into Santana's side. "You didn't push me. I wanted it, I really wanted it. I just want more from you. You intrigue me, San." she whispers into her neck.
"You intrigue me too, gorgeous." The brunette kisses the silky, blonde hair. "How about we freshen up and go to lunch? Do something suitable for public?"
"Great! I just gotta go to the bathroom and take care of this." Brittany says as she points to her hardened meat.
Santana bites her lip as she looks at the now purple tip, her mouth watering. She hesitantly begins, "I know we said we were going to do more than just sex but can I?" She points to Brittany's dick. "Take care of it for you? I want to make you feel nice. It's like you're fucking addicting; the noises you make, the way your body quivers, and your face. I want to be able to make do all of that." Santana sincerely tells her while running her thumb across the blond's jaw. "Like, it feels like I've never done this before; it feels so, so good with you, Britt. No one else has ever made my body react like you have."
Brittany was speechless. She just stares at Santana, not knowing what to say. The last few hours have been an entire new ballpark for her. All she knows is that she feels the exact same way Santana does: addicted.
The baker clears her throat. "Okay."
"Good. How do you want me?"
"Um, whichever way you want."
"I was hoping you'd say that. Lay back, gorgeous." Brittany lays back and Santana straddles her, her wet, heat rubbing against her dick. She begins to rock against it.
"Fuck. This feels good." She speeds up her grinding as she gropes at Brittany's breasts.
Brittany is hypnotized by the dark haired beauty rubbing her pussy all over her dick and playing with her breasts so good. The way those glistening pussy lips cover her dick makes her wild.
"I'm gonna come, Brittany. I'm gonna come!" Santana yells as thrusts even harder bringing Brittany to her own climax and exploding all over her stomach.
She has to stop Santana from licking it up. That woulda' gotten her hard again and it was already lunch time. The two freshened up and got their things ready and made their way to lunch.
/
Hand in hand they walk out of Brittany's apartment to Santana's car. The brunette opens the door for Brittany and helps her in, with a peck on the lips. The two make small talk about whatever song that's playing on the radio. Before they know it, Santana is parking in front of a little diner, apparently a block away from her building.
They sit on the same side of the booth and Santana immediately wraps her arm around Brittany's waist.
"So, Britt, are you feeling better about your father's passing?"
"I don't really care that he died. What bothers me is that I don't feel anything, like grief or sadness, over his death. Half of me is him, you know. But whatever. He left me his estate and I met you and now I'm going to give you that inheritance so you could fund your company. Win, win." Brittany leaned to kiss Santana's full lips.
"Wait, you were serious about that? Wait. Sweetie, from what you told me, it's so completely understandable that you don't feel anything about it. It does not make you a bad person. I promise you it doesn't. It just means that you were able to let go of how he treated when you were younger."
Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana and thanked her. She really hasn't met anyone who has made her feel like this, truly at peace. Where she belongs.
Their food comes and they quickly dig in being as they tired themselves out earlier. Santana held on to Brittany's hand while they ate, perks of being a lefty. Brittany loved their sudden intimacy. Yes, it seemed a little quick but it didn't really bother her. She spent 30 years without Santana, she wasn't complaining. They were kinda' getting caught up on lost time.
Santana wiped her mouth with her napkin and leaned back into the booth. "My food was great but I'll bet money that if you had made it, it would've been better."
"You'd be betting right, babe. I am a pretty great cook." The blonde winked as she took a sip from her drink.
"Cocky, I like that."
"Nope, just self-aware. Don't you forget it." Brittany said as she pulled out her wallet from her purse.
The brunettes hand shot out to stop Brittany's hand. "Wait, what are you doing?"
"It might not have been as good as my food but I still have to pay for it, silly." The baker said amused.
Santana pulled out her credit card from her bra and smacked over Brittany's. "I'm going to pay."
"No."
"Yes."
Brittany sighed. "If you let me pay for this, I'll let you pay for the condoms."
Santana quickly pulled away. "If you want." She shrugged her shoulders, trying to seem nonchalant despite the growing wetness between her legs at the thought of having sex with the blonde.
They settled the bill and made their way to the nearest store for some condoms.
"But, seriously. We're only using these until I get my birth control figured out. I was thinking IUD because my sister said it was way better but I'd have to ask my gyno about it."
"I don't mind condoms. I just like being close to you." Brittany said as she kissed Santana's temple.
"You're funny. You might not mind condoms but I'm sure I will. First off, they cost money. Second, it'll be a hassle to always stop during. Thirdly, I liked feeling your warmth all up in me. That was new to me. I likey. Oh, and a lot of my friends say that it could, like, make my vagina feel funny, so..."
Brittany a bit speechless. "I'll do whatever you want." Quinn slept with two guys and then a slew of women, so no condom talk there. Kurt was a prude and quite possibly a 30 – year old virgin. Marley is schtuping Kitty.
Santana turned her attention to the wall of boxes. "Good. Okay, how big are you?"
"Um, I don't know. You were well acquainted with it, you tell me."
"What do you mean, you don't know? Haven't you measured it? If I had one like yours, I'd measure it for bragging rights."
"Well. No."
"Why not?"
"There was no point. Like I said, my penis and I haven't always been on good terms. The condoms I bought in college, I can't remember if they fit properly or not." Brittany chuckled.
"Well, you're not average, I know that much but I can't remember how big my toys are so nothing to compare. So we'll start with the large and extra large." Santana picks up the first large she sees. "7.5" She says and tilts her head a little bit and then looks at Brittany's crotch. "No." She finds another that says eight. "Okay, that sounds better but maybe a little bigger. We gotta measure you anyway because these things say 'shaft girth' and 'head girth' and I don't fucking know any of this shit. They teach this shit in school?"
"Uh, no. I don't think so."
"And that's why girls get pregnant in high school. I'm teaching our kids about this shit right when they hit puberty. Well, after I learn about it." Santana grumbles as she reads the other packages. Brittany smiles brightly as her heart warms up after hearing Santana say 'our kids'. It was probably a slip of the tongue but still, having kids now is more plausible than it was yesterday.
"... should get lube!" Brittany tunes back in as Santana excitedly moves over to the lubricants.
"Lube for what?"
"What do you mean for what?"
"I thought you got wet enough? Did I hurt you? Why didn't you say anything?"
Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and kissed her knuckles. "Relax, sweet pea. I just like how some tingle, I would imagine it would make you feel good too. And I always wanted to try anal but I never really thought about asking any of my girlfriends. Is that something you'd be interested in?"
"Wouldn't that hurt you? I really don't want to hurt you. I cannot stress that enough."
Santana steps forward and kisses Brittany. "Britt, you're not going to hurt me. I promise. We'll look into that. I think I'll like it but I think you'll really like it. But they really do have other fancy lubes that make you feel all tingly."
"You already make me feel tingly, San." Brittany grinned.
"You're so sweet but c'mon, we're getting these" Santana lifts her basket to show Brittany. Her eyes widen at all the things in there.
"Do we really need all that?"
"Yes."
The bill came out to more than 70 bucks and Brittany could not believe it. She didn't think having a penis would be so expensive. But, at least it'd be cheaper than a baby. So, that's good. Santana opened the door for her and helped her out. She held her and her bags as they made their way to the elevator.
She looked around at the fancy apartment. Dark stained hardwood floors, the walls a warm color, the black leather couches and beautiful photographs on the walls. "Shit, your place is fancy. You must've thought my place was a dump."
"What? No. Your place is great. I just have work here so I thought I could do that while we spend time together. Is that all right?"
"Of course! Tell me where to put my bag and go get your work."
"Just put it in my bedroom, second door on your left. I gotta go get my laptop. Meet me in the living room."
Santana's bedroom is almost as big as her entire apartment. The huge bed in the middle barely took up any space. She drops her bag in what seems to be a shoe closet. She picks one and hopes to be the same shoe size as Santana.
"Yes!" she whispers. Lucky her, her entire shoe collection basically quadrupled.
She heads back to the living room, making a mental note to ask for a tour, where Santana is laying back with her laptop in her lap and wine glasses on the table. She sits down and lays Santana's legs on her lap, massaging her feet.
"Shit, that feels good, baby. I poured us red wine but I have white if you want."
"I don't need wine, I plan on getting drunk off you." Brittany winks at Santana.
"Don't worry, I plan on drinking you dry too. I just have to proof read these memos. I can do the rest later. The remote is there, help yourself."
Brittany doesn't mind just sitting there with Santana so she just keeps on massaging her feet. She must've fallen asleep because she wakes up to Santana nuzzling her face.
"Wake up, Britt."
"No, come sleep with me." She wraps her arms around Santana's waist and pulls her closer. She feels Santana straddle her and wrap her arms around her shoulders.
"Ok." Santana says. As she's falling back asleep, she feels Santana grinding down on her.
Her eyes snap open "Oh!"
"I thought you were sleeping." Santana teases and rocks her body even harder.
The taller woman, circles her arms around Santana. "You kinda' woke us up there."
Santana bends down and nibbles on her ear. "Good because I finished my work and I think I need to be rewarded." She whispers.
"How should I do that?"
"With loads and loads of smooching and fondling."
"You don't say?"
"I do say, let's go my room. I found a ruler!" Santana exclaims excitedly, making Brittany chuckle.
Brittany lifts Santana up and walks them to her room. She sets Santana down. "Uh, what now?"
"Take your pants off. Actually, take everything off. Are you hard?"
"I'm getting there. You take your clothes off too."
Both of them undress themselves. Santana leans back and spreads her legs open, letting Brittany look as her wetness. Brittany moves her hand to her growing member and starts thumbing her tip. Santana crooks her finger, calling her closer. She walks up Santana and leans down to kiss her. Santana sucks her bottom lip into her mouth sucking on it. She then feels Santana rubbing her hand. It's wet. Fuck, that must be her pussy juices. Brittany draws in Santana's tongue into her mouth so she can suck on it.
Santana keeps stroking at her cock but backs away to catch her breath. "Are you all the way there?"
Brittany nods. The brunette gets up and grabs her ruler. She kneels down in front of Brittany, taking the swollen tip in her mouth, her beautiful, brown eyes looking right into Brittany's. Santana pushes forward and lets the tip bump against her throat before pulling back. She lifts her ruler and measures it.
"Brittany, you're more than nine inches." She says in awe. "Shit, I don't know if we bought any condoms for that."
"Is nine bad? It's not too big is it? Are you sure it won't hurt you?" Brittany asks insecurely.
"It didn't hurt me earlier." Santana got up and looked at the condoms. "Fuck yes!" She said and hopped a little in excitement. Brittany wondered how she could be so sexy one second but adorable the next. "Okay, this is fine. We got some. Do you want me to keep sucking you off?" Back to sexy again.
"What do you want, Sanny? I want to make you feel good." But before Santana could answer, Brittany had already lifted Santana and carried her to her bed, silencing with kisses. The blonde leans over her on her elbows as she kisses down Santana's jaw to her neck. Soft nibbling turns into gentle bites, as Santana's breathing picks up. Brittany lowers her hand to the tanned woman's thigh, gently squeezing and tickling her way up to her stomach. Her kisses make their way to Santana's collarbone, swiping her tongue across. The brunette's hand in her hair pushing her closer to her body. Brittany makes her way down to Santana's breast and suckles on her stiff nipples, while she uses her hand to knead the other.
Brittany licks her way to the other and swirls her tongue around the nipple. Gentle bites turn into harsh sucking when Santana starts grinding up into her erection, desperate for more. But Brittany wants to take her time. She kisses her Santana's chest as she trails her hands down Santana's arms intertwining their fingers together. She licks down her stomach, enjoying Santana's muscles flexing under her tongue.
She gets to Santana's soft curls and inhaled. She was just introduced to it but already knows she loves it. Brittany licks her way down Santana's thigh as she reaches up to fondle Santana's breast. The brunette's rocking has progressed. Brittany switches thighs, taking the opportunity to spread them wider. She pulls back to look at Santana's sex, it's swollen and glistening with her essence. She leans forward and lays an open mouth kiss on the woman's engorged nub. She sucks on it gently as Santana pushes her face down into her sex. Brittany loves that she has this affect on her.
Swirling her tongue lower and lower until she's circling the sweet entrance. She pushes in her tongue, moaning at the sweetness. She can't get enough of it. She thrusts her tongue trying to get Santana to give her more. She needs more. The blonde moves up to Santana's clit while curling her fingers trying to find that spot.
"Right there!" Santana yells as her body quivers.
Her quivering becomes stronger and her inner walls are clamping down on Brittany's fingers. Brittany knows that's she close. She abandons the clitoris only to replace it with her tongue as she once again tongues Santana's entrance. Soon enough, Santana is coming into her mouth, finally giving her the juices she wanted.
She laps everything up, making Santana hiss that she's sensitive. She crawls up her body and kisses Santana.
"Wow. Just wow." Santana whispers against her lips.
"I think I like that more than you do."
"I highly doubt it."
The two begin to kiss again, their bodies rocking against one another. Brittany's throbbing dick rubbing against Santana's wet heat, both desperate for release. Santana has her hands on Brittany ass, quicken the pace as she moans into Brittany's mouth. Their orgasms sneak up on them, leaving them a sweaty, sticky pile catching their breaths.
"Shit, I think I've had more erections with you than I've had in my entire life."
"Well, I don't think I've ever been on my back this much."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to top you." Brittany moves to roll off Santana but Santana wraps her limbs around her.
"I didn't say I didn't like it. I like it, I like this with you. I think I like you, you know."
"But you don't really know me."
"I know more than you think. You could tell a lot about a person by the way they have sex. Like how you never pushed me down when I was giving you head. Lot of people don't do that. Hell, I was just pushing you into my crotch. You haven't pressured me or guilted me into penetration, even though we bought condoms. Shit, I got a condom in my hand right now. You worry about me coming just as much as you. Even when you lost your virginity, you were worried about Quinn climaxing. You're special. Even without the sex, just in the way you hold me. You're not just holding me, you're protecting me and giving me shelter. I've never had that before." Santana nuzzles into Brittany's neck, quietly sobbing until Brittany feels wetness.
"Hey, hey, don't cry, Sanny. I've never had that either but I have it now with you. We have each other." Brittany whispered into Santana's ear.
They were just holding each other until Santana's breathing was evening out.
"Sanny, we should shower. I kinda' made a mess."
"Okay, can we shower together?" Santana asked in a quiet voice.
"Of course."
The pair showered and quickly got dressed and laid in bed.
Timidly, Brittany began "I was thinking, maybe we should keep our hands to ourselves a little bit more."
"Fuck, I didn't mean to cry after sex. I swear it doesn't happen that often." Santana explains as she pulls Brittany closer to her.
"No, baby. I want to but, I don't know, aren't we moving too fast?"
"Fast according to whom? I'll do whatever you want to do because I do want to get to know you and I do want an actual committed relationship with you but don't think you should do something just because you should. Do something because it feels right."
"You feel right but I don't know about anything else." the blonde earnestly explains.
"What's there to know? Let's talk through it."
"What side of the bed do you sleep on?"
"Middle. I take up the whole bed. You?"
"Left. Siblings?"
"Rebeca, 35 years old. Mother of one, lives in Oregon. Why own a bakery?"
"I like sweets and if you want something done right, do it your damn self. You know that restaurant on Third and Wilcox?"
"Everyone and their mom knows that place."
"That was my place. I sold everything last year. Opened up my bakery. Parents?"
"Doctor Roberto Lopez and Maribel Lopez, attorney at law. Immigrants and own a pack of animals since we moved out. Say the dogs are better company than we were. Are hounding us for some more grandkids. Well, more me than Rebeca because I live closer."
"Is that something you want? Kids?"
"Yes. I want to give someone what my parents give me, unlimited love and support. Do you?"
"I didn't but now, with you, who knows? Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you would have my kids. I'm not going to rig the condoms or anything."
"No, relax." Santana kissed Brittany. "I understand. Is it just you? No cousins or uncles?"
"I'm the last Pierce, the last Donovan, the last everything. Result of bad luck and bad DNA."
"Biologically. But you have Quinn. And since Rachel hasn't been able to get off her metaphorical dick, you have her too. Aaand, since I haven't been able to get off your actual dick, you won't be able to get rid of me." She leans in and kisses Brittany. "When do we have a dinner with Quinn and Rachel, by the way?"
"Thursday. But I am meeting up with Quinn Tuesday to brag about this hot piece of ass I scored on the weekend." Brittany says very smugly.
"Oh, really? I thought I tired you out. I guess not if you had time to run around behind my back. I guess I should work harder at that."
"If you want."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Brittany smiled as she pulled Santana on top of her to kiss.
/
Brittany woke up with a smile on her face because she obviously woke up next to Santana. She gets out of bed, freshens up in the bathroom before making her way to the kitchen. She wants to make breakfast for both of them but when she opens the oversized, stainless steal fridge all she found was bottled water and beer. And a couple containers of takeout. There weren't any eggs or milk or even ketchup. She closes the door in shock and started opening the cabinets. Crackers and cheese in a can.
"What the fuck."
She went back to the bedroom, where she found Santana curled up against the pillow Brittany had used. She walked over to the brunette and poked her shoulder.
"Santana."
No response.
"Santana, please wake up. There's something wrong."
Santana shot up rubbing her eyes with one hand and shaking Brittany's shoulder with the other "What happened? Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I'm fine."
"You said there was something wrong?" Santana says as she rubs her face awake.
"Yeah, something wrong with you!"
Santana looks up at Brittany, "Did you realize that I'm too small for you to harvest my skin?"
"What the fuck."
The brunette chuckles. "Nothing, never mind. What's the matter, Britt?"
"I hope someone robbed your kitchen because I refuse to believe that you survive on bread and cheese in a can!"
Realizing that it was just about food, Santana snuggled back into her bed. "Oh. I don't cook. I can't. I live on takeout. Did you not find my pretty, pretty binder of menus in there?" She reached behind her and grabbed her phone. "What are you in the mood for, gorgeous?"
Brittany was in shock. Maybe because she was a professionally trained chef and her lively-hood depended on food.
"We're going to be spending quite a lot of time here, correct?"
Santana blushed and smiled. "I had hoped so but it's up to you."
"I'm not going to spend time here unless you stock up. I'll even teach you how to cook." At that Santana busted out in laughter. "what?"
"Britt, I've taken legit cooking classes. No. It doesn't work. Last one, Elaine and I had to pay them for the stove. We broke a fucking stove. I'm unteachable." Santana shrugged.
"Maybe it was Elaine messing with your vibes? And, I'm like the best teacher ever."
"It could've been her. It never occurred to me to try again after she left."
"Was she a girlfriend?"
"Fiance. I caught her with someone else a month before the wedding." Santana explains.
"Shit."
"Yeah, I had come home from my OBGYN appointment; we were hoping to get pregnant as soon as possible after the wedding so we set up an appointment to see how to go about doing that. She had a last minute emergency. I walked in and totally found her like fist deep in some chick I've never seen before. I left. Never went back. Rachel picked up my shit. Never seen her since. That same day I put down a deposit for this place. Three years later, here I am with a beautiful blonde that's offering to cook for me." Santana kissed the palm of Brittany's hand.
"I don't know what to say."
Santana chuckles "Just say that you won't give up teaching me to cook."
"I won't. Six months time you'll be cooking me a six course meal. All. By. Yourself." Brittany says confidently.
"And what do you expect in return?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Wow, good and cheap. Jackpot. But seriously, what do you want to eat?"
Santana ordered them some fruits and croissants. Brittany wasn't too happy when Santana opened the door wrapped only in a sheet but Santana found it nice that she was already possessive. The two sat in bed playing Hot Hands while taking little breaks to eat.
They spent all day in bed watching TV with Santana occasionally having to work but Brittany didn't mind. At the end of the day, when Brittany had to go back home, Santana tried her hardest to get her to stay.
"Pleaseee, I'll make it worth your while." Santana seductively whispered against Brittany's lips.
"I gotta wake up really early tomorrow. So do you!" Brittany pointed out.
"Yeah, but it'd be totally worth it, don't you think?" The brunette's husked.
"I have a feeling that you'll always be worth it."
"So stay." Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's waist. "I'll take you back super early, I'll even help. I just want to wake up to again."
"Yeah, that would be nice. Fine."
"Great! I'll order us some pizza and wings."
"Sounds like a plan."
Santana totally convinced Brittany into watching Silence of the Lambs which turned out to be a super bad idea because Brittany spent the rest of the night trying to figure out if it'd be worth helping strangers.
"Hey, I hope Buffalo Bill's, uh... psyche, didn't dredge up any bad feelings. It really didn't even occur to me before we watched it."
"Oh, the building a woman body suit to hide his penis thing? It's not that I don't accept my genitals. It's fine. I don't have to deal with periods and cramping, just the occasional morning wood – but recently that hasn't been an issue. I just had it engrained in me for so long because my father merely tolerated me because of it that I wasn't worth it. All the tests and procedure he put me through to see if it was removable or functional or 'real' he said once scared the shit out of me, you know. All I knew was that 'daddy' didn't want to play catch with me anymore. Point is, my abandonment issues are the same as anyone that had a parent ditch them. I just have a different reason. A reason that was out of my hands so I can't blame anyone except for my father. And in college, all those girls I slept with... It was some warped 'I can use my dick just as good as anyone else' type of thing. Like, Santana. I thought I broke their vaginas, that's how rough I was. Wait, wait, wait, I didn't force myself on them. Jesus, don't think that. I just didn't make it as romantic or gentle as I should've been. I made them come, busted my nut and then left. After a while, I figured it was fucking with my head more than helping so I just stopped. I was 19. I'm 31 now. 12 years without having sex."
Santana crawled into Brittany's lap and securely wrapped her arms her. "I'm so, so, so sorry you went through that, Brittany. You didn't deserve that, baby. You're so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful."
"Stoooop it, you're going to make me cry."
"Okay, okay. BUT, oh, gosh. 12 whole years?! Good thing there's masturbation. I thought I was dying after a year."
"Why'd you wait a year after the break up?"
"I had to think things out. I mean, in hindsight, I realized that relationship was incredibly flawed. Like, I knew that but I still was going to marry her and having children with her. I had to figure out why I let myself stay in that relationship. I took a year to do that but then I thought my vagina was having major withdrawals so I had a quick rebound and then I dated for a bit. Then work got so hectic but I thought I'd be up for this promotion so I didn't mind. Then come Friday, my boss says 'you're new office is all ready to go. Even got your name on the door. All you have to do is let me know when you're going to let me pound that tight little ass.' I didn't know what to say so I left to go get chocolate wasted but ended up meeting you."
"I'm glad you went up with me."
"So am I."
/
"Hi, Santana Lopez's office please?"
"Brittany!" Brittany heard from behind her. She turned around to see Santana wearing a skin tight pencil skirt with her a white button down tucked in. Her beautiful brown hair cascading down her shoulders.
Brittany smiled at the sight of her girl. "Oh, never mind, thank you though." She walked away, meeting Santana half way. "Hey, how's your day been so far?" She asked after kissing Santana on the cheek, not wanting to be to affectionate in the middle of the office.
"I missed you." Brittany told her, with a huge smile.
"I missed you too! Now come on so I have time to treat you to lunch, baby."
"Santana!" A deep voice called out to her.
Santana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Fuck. That's my boss." she whispered to Brittany.
"Oh, really?" Brittany asked as she narrowed her eyes at the surprisingly handsome man walking towards them.
"Britt, I still have a month on my contract..." Santana tries to warn Brittany into not doing anything harsh.
"Santana, on your way to lunch?" Her boss approached the two women, obviously leering at both of them.
Santana plastered on a fake smile, "Yes, Mr. Howard, on our way to lunch."
"Oh, is this your new girlfriend?"
"Yes." Brittany answered for Santana.
"Good. You're better than the last one. The last one sure was tight though. Have a good lunch." her boss said as they left.
Brittany didn't say anything, only lead them downstairs. "How much to buy out your contract?"
"That cunt." Santana said through her clenched teeth.
"I..."
"That son of a bitch. That fucker wished us luck when he found out we were going to start trying to have kids. Fuck. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He wasn't always this bad. I'm an idiot for not realizing this sooner. Sorry, baby." Santana looked at Brittany apologetically.
Brittany rubbed Santana's back, "Don't worry. It's fine. You're not going back there, though. I'm going to give you the money to buy out your contract today. I'll wire it over as soon as we're done with lunch."
"No."
"No?"
"You can't just decide this for me, Britt. It's only a month. It'd be a waste of money."
"It's sexual harassment for now and I really don't want it to escalate to sexual assault. Please let me do this. Please. I'll give you what I got now from my inheritance and I'll give you the rest when it comes in. You'll start your own company and you can even pay back what I'm going to give you so you can break your contract." Brittany pleaded, wanting to keep Santana safe.
"I don't even remember if I can break it."
"Just, check for me. Please."
"Okay, but I have enough money to cover it either way. You're right, I should really file a lawsuit against him."
"I know a couple lawyers. If you want, we could talk to them. Figure out your options. But later, because we're here."
They walk out hand in hand, something they both could get used to.
/
"Please call out. Say you had a bad salad." Brittany said as she kissed Santana's shoulder as the got in the car.
"My, my, my, how the tables have turned."
"Hardee har." More kisses.
"Fine. Back to my place. I'm expecting a delivery anyway, I'm sure I can put a rush on it."
Brittany gave her one last kiss and drove back to Santana's apartment. Giddy that it felt right driving there. Santana put her hand over hers on the gear shift and called her office.
"Here we are." Brittany pulled out the key from the ignition.
Santana looked around. Empty garage, check. Tinted windows, check. Insatiable appetite for her blonde. Check, check.
"Turn the car back on." Santana ordered as she checked her lipstick in the mirror.
"But we're here."
Ignoring her question, "Push the seat back." She said unbuckling her seat belt.
"Oh. Are you sure? It's the middle of the day..."
"It's fine. Empty, tinted, insatiable. I also have condoms in my purse but I rather do that up there." The brunette leaned over and unzipped Brittany's pants but couldn't push them down. "Jesus Christ, your pants are tight as hell. How do you get your package to fit in there?" She asked as she trying to tug them down.
"I guess that's not happening. C'mon, take me to your apartment, I'll show you there.
/
"That's it? Shorts?" Santana asked as she gawked at a pant-less Brittany standing in the middle of her bedroom.
"Yup, if I wanna wear something tighter, I gotta tuck and sometimes I gotta tape. It's a process but Quinn helped me out."
"How exactly did Quinn help you out?"
"She helped me tuck and check." Oblivious to Santana's jealousy.
"Is there anything you need help with?" Santana played with the hem of Brittany's blouse.
"Like?" Brittany held Santana.
"I don't know, tucking?"
"No, babe. I figured it out by now." Brittany laughed.
"So you don't need anything from me?" Santana quietly asked.
Brittany squeezed reassuringly at Santana's hips. "Hey, what's going on? Are you jealous?"
Blushing and looking away, Santana answered."A little."
"Why?"
"Because she knows you. She's known you for years. You lost your virginities to each other. That's how you get someone to follow you, Madonna wrote a song about it!"
"I'm sure you already know how irrational you're being so I'll ignore that. I will say that I'm a little scared, I think to meet Rachel because of your past. But I know that that's exactly what it is, the past. Which is what I have with Quinn, the past. I'm not going anywhere so you will get to know me in way Quinn could never."
"You're right. It's just... This is all so surreal." She said as she sat down on the bed and pulled Brittany next to her, leaning her head on her shoulder.
"Why?"
"Because you just strolled into my life on a Friday night and look at us now, all perfect and shit."
"I could say the same."
Santana straddles Brittany and grinds down.
"You haven't had sex in 12 years. I'm determined to make up for lost time. You can get a little rough if you want. I used to have strap on sex all the time so my pussy can take it." Santana stopped. "Well, I don't know about all of those nine inches. That's insane, baby. You didn't even want it but guys would kill to have what you have. Rachel dated this guy in high school that barely made it to five. And aren't white people supposed to be like, tiny?"
"Who said I was white?"
"Oh, you- just, uh." Santana stutters.
"I'm totally kidding. I'm so white. I'm actually first generation American, parents were Dutch. But, no. I'm not going to get rough with you, I'm not going to call you a 'bitch' or a 'cock slut' either." She seriously tells Santana.
"Why not? There's nothing wrong with that. I've totally done that before, it's fun. Like role – playing."
"Because I would rather call you 'beautiful' and tell you how much I care about you."
Santana stops her movements and leans down to kiss Brittany.
"Can we do that now? Please?"
Brittany takes off her clothes and lays down next to a naked Santana. The brunette leans over and kisses all over Brittany's body before handing Brittany a condom from her night table. She rolls it on and Santana lowers herself onto her member.
Finding one rhythm. Santana bends down and wraps her arms around Brittany and she moves up and down Brittany.
"You feel so good, baby. So good, gorgeous." Santana moans in her ear.
"You too, you too, Sanny. You're so beautiful, amazingly gorgeous. So tight, so perfect. I'm almost there, I'm sorry."
Santana lifts up and stares down at Brittany, her hair hiding them from the world. She looks deep in Brittany's eyes as she speeds up her movements, clenching her muscles to bring them both to orgasm. She forces her eyes open because she desperately needs to be staring into those beautiful blue eyes when it happens.
She can feel the blonde's body start to shake with her and finally:
"Yesssss, yes, yesssss."
"Ohhh, God."
"Don't move. Just a little more."
Santana finally moves aside and pulls off Brittany's condom.
Santana looks at it before wrapping it in a tissue. "Jesus, that's a lot of sperm, Brittany. I feel like I can get pregnant just looking at this much."
"So it doesn't gross you out?"
"No, why would it?'
"Because you're a lesbian..."
"Vagina's expel fluids during sex too, babe."
"It's fine?"
"Yes! I've had your come in my mouth more than once, it's safe to say its fine, gorgeous. Oh, whenever you're ready to go again. I'm glad you can get it hard quick too. Rachel used complain about that too. Oh, and why don't you want to try anal? It's supposed to be enjoyable to both of us."
"Go out with me Friday night." Brittany states, ignoring everything Santana had said.
"I was planning on spending it with you anyway but it's nice to know I have an invite."
"Good. I have an idea of what I want us to do but I have to call around."
"We could go to Burger King and I'd be set, Britt."
"Really? It would be a lot cheaper."
"Yeah, but don't make a habit of it. I shove my face full of that stuff and still have this body."
"I wouldn't mind, you're mouth won't get fat."
"I cannot believe you said that! Brittany!" Santana said while laughing.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"
"It's cool. It's only fair since I said your people had small dicks." There was a knock at the door. "I wonder what that could be. She shot out of bed and threw on an oversized shirt before heading to open the door.
By the time she got decent, she saw a couple guys putting grocery bags and boxes in Santana's kitchen. But was immediately distracted when she saw those guys looking at the brunette's legs. She walked up to Santana who wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Look! I got us, well you, food and pots and pans! And fancy knives and shit." Santana exclaims and points at the kitchen like a little kid.
"Wow, Sanny." Brittany leaned down and kissed her. "Thank you but you didn't have to. I have lots of supplies. You can return them and I'll bring that over. Except for the food, keep that. You desperately need it." Brittany frantically nodding her head.
"No, we'll use it to practice. Trust me, I'll need it." Santana smirked as she pulled Brittany closer and kissed her. Her hand wandering all over her body only to be stopped by the sound of a crash.
When they both pulled back, she saw the three guys staring at them.
"Son of a bitch, you fucking perverts. Get the fuck out before I call your boss and get you all fired. Avert your fucking eyes from my Britts. Out!"
Santana slammed the door behind them and stomped her way back to Brittany. Picking her up by her thighs and taking her to bed.
/
"Oh my gosh!" Brittany gasped as Santana collapsed down on her.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck I can't breathe. That, was, so, good. It gets better every time."
Shaking her head, "I have no words." The blonde said as she wiped her hair out of her face. "Where did that come from?" Brittany asked in monumental awe. Relishing in Santana's slick body moving against hers, her warmth enveloping her body.
"They were gawking at you. They can't gawk out you, those dirty boys."
"Um, they were looking at you. You were just wearing a shirt."
Santana scoffed at that one."Yeah, down to my knees."
"Well, I didn't like it."
"Okay, fine. Only in front of you."
"That's what I thought."
Santana moves to get off Brittany in fake anger but is held in place by her. "I was kidding, sweetie. Don't move, I like feeling your skin against mine." Nuzzling against her like a cat.
"I do too but this damn condom. Can I take it off and then have you put it back in?"
Brittany shaking her head, "I'm not hard. It'd be weird putting it back in. Why do you want to do it anyway?"
"Because I feel closer to you." Santana takes a pause. "Britt?"
"Yes, baby?"
"I want to be your girlfriend and I want you to be mine. I know you think we're going too fast but I've felt more with you these past few days than I did with my ex-fiance! I already like you so much and I want to take you out on dates and go ice – skating and adopt a fucking puppy and visit my parents with you and watch movies in our panties while eating ice cream and all that other disgusting, couple shit we have to do." Santana looks down at Brittany in hope, pleading for her to say yes.
"I have a cat. So our puppy will have to be able to get along with him."
"So, that's a yes?"
"It's a 'fuck yes', baby!" Brittany sat up and pulled Santana even closer to her, meeting her with a searing kiss. "I'm getting excited and I really want to cook us dinner. Cooking with a hard on is a safety hazard."
"Whatever you want, Britt. Let's shower though. You really made me sweat this round."
"I made you sweat!? I literally just laid there."
"Details."
/
"Britt, you're moving in." Santana shoved another bite into her mouth. "You just gotta cook for me five times a day and bring the cupcakes from before. Yeah, definitely those." Another bite.
"Let's wait a little before we shack up. Like, when I knock you up, then we'll buy a place." Brittany joked as she sipped on her wine.
"Shit, then get that baby maker ready, hot stuff."
"Look at us, just talking like we've known each other for years."
"You better get used to it because I'll have to be forcibly removed from your food – I mean, life."