"Is it too early in our relationship to indulge in phone sex?" Santana whines and Brittany can just see the pout through the phone.
She chuckles, "San! I just left your place!" Brittany exclaims into her phone while taking off her shoes in her closet. Lowering her voice, "I can still taste you on my lips, baby."
"Briiiittt, you can't say that stuff and not expect me to do anything about it." Santana whines as she tossed herself on her bed.
"I'm not expecting you to not do anything, Santana. You could do whatever you want. And if you want to send photographic evidence of doing that, I'll be more than to look those over for you. Then maybe with you later on." Brittany explained as the thought of Santana touching herself made her cock twitch just a little. She takes off her clothes and lays in bed, contemplating having phone sex with her new girlfriend. It's not that she doesn't want to, it's just that she doesn't really know what to do. Plus, friction burns down there are not enjoyable.
"Really? You wouldn't mind?" the brunette asked, as she settles against her pillows, inhaling the scent her favorite blonde left.
"Of course not. But anyway, remember: Thursday night, seven, at Glaze. I'll pick you up 20 minutes before. Is that all right?"
"Sure. I'll see you tomorrow?" Santana asked hoping she'll get to see her chef tomorrow.
Brittany smiled because Santana took the words right out of her mouth. "Duh! I have lunch with Quinn tomorrow but come by after work and I'll feed you. Oh! And you can finally meet my kitty kat."
"What if I wanted to come by for breakfast?"
"That's fine too. I wake up pretty earlier but if I'm not up, I have a spare key in the ceramic unicorn by the front door. You gotta go around the building, since the store won't be open."
"Great! I'll see you tomorrow, baby. Good night, I'll miss you." Santana cooed into her phone.
"I'll miss you more. Sweet dreams!"
Santana heard the call disconnect and smiling down at her phone, the background of the two of them adorably cuddled together after Brittany attacked her with silly tickles.
Her eyes widen. "Oh my gosh. What is wrong with me? 'silly tickles'? 'adorably cuddled'? No. That's not me. I'm hot and smokin' and sexy." She sternly tells herself. "I'll show her." She mutters as tosses off her covers and tugs down her sleep shirt a little so her nipple is peaking out. Smirking and seductively pushing out her chest, she snaps a picture with 'dream of me :)'.
"I bet she makes this her background." Santana says cockily to herself, utterly content with her sext. As she's leaning over to set down her phone, it buzzes.
She opens the message and it's a picture of Brittany pinching her rosy nipple between her thumb and index with a caption 'I hope I'm doing this right."
And that was the beautiful start of their first sexting session. When they were finished, Santana set her alarm for 4:30 AM because there was no way she would be waiting for her Britt-Britt after their little sexy exchange.
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With her clothes in her bag, along with her plethora of condoms, she walks around the side of the building where she instantly saw the baby blue unicorn Brittany mentioned.
"So fucking cute." Santana smiled as she bent down to fish the key out from the unicorn. She quietly unlocks the door and walks in, toeing off her shoes. She takes a second to realize she's in the back of apartment.
She likes the homey feel of the blonde's apartment, a stark contrast to her own. Cute, little portraits of Brittany and a bunch of random animals. There's even one with an alligator! Her girlfriend's so fucking cool.
As she looks at all the pictures, she notices a beautiful, blonde with her. A classic beauty. That must be Quinn. There's more than a couple of them, where they're too close for comfort. Fuck. She has to compete with that. Fuck. Fucking Madonna. She shakes it off and sets down her bag in the living room and pulls out the condoms, heading towards the bedroom. Walking in she sees Brittany on her back with a pillow clutched on her chest. Once again, Santana smiles warmly as she thinks back to when she was in that pillow's place this weekend.
The brunette grabs Brittany's phone and quickly takes a picture of the cuteness before setting it on her nightstand. She quickly and excitedly takes off her clothes, getting wet just thinking about all the things she wants to happen right now. All the things she wants to do to Brittany to make her scream her name.
She kneels over Brittany and pulls up her night shirt only to expose her flaccid penis resting on top of her testicles. Santana's mouth instantly waters. Over the weekend, she quickly learned that she loved to feel Brittany's dick harden in her mouth. Feeling it twitch, little by little as it hardens to its more than nine inch length; feeling it push farther and farther down her throat. Thank the heavens for the extremely rare and elusive lesbians without gag reflexes. She couldn't imagine not being able to take Brittany's dick all the way down her throat.
She can feel her wetness begin to accumulate more and more. All she can hear is her own breathing getting faster and faster. She brings her own hand to cup her breast. Squeezing as she takes in Brittany's soft dick. Soft but still long, damn she's lucky as fuck. Her hand trails down her to rub her wet pussy lips. Brittany's tongue felt so good on her pussy and she can't for that to happen. Can't wait until she's shaking so fucking much because Brittany just keeps sucking on her clit. Fuck, she perfect at that.
Finished with her inner monologue, she leans down and nuzzles her nose in the blonde's groomed curls. Taking in her scent, making herself even wetter, rubbing a little faster. She makes a mental note to ask Brittany to grow out her curls. She wonders how it'll feel against her lips when she's taking Brittany all the way down her throat. Or when she's grinding her clit on it when Brittany's fucking her. She grows desperate and wastes no more time as she sucks Brittany's dick into her mouth. She moans as she feels it twitching.
Brittany begins to softly moan and Santana moves down to lick her balls, not having enough room to completely suck them in her mouth. The blonde begins to shuffle a little but it isn't until Santana tongues her slit that she is brought out of her sleep. The pillow blocking her view, she reaches down to be met with hair.
"Ahh!" Brittany yells as she shuffles back until her back is against her headboard, clutching her chest.
Santana sits up and grabs the blonde's knee trying to comfort her, "Brittany, it's me. Santana. It's me, it's okay." She tries to soothe.
Brittany lunges forward and wraps the smaller woman in a hug. "Baby, you scared me! I thought, I, I, I thought you were like the dick-burgular or something." Brittany explains out of breath. "Wait, what are you doing here?" She asks as she pulls Santana down to cuddle onto her chest. "I missed you."
Santana runs her fingers through the chef's hair and leans down to kiss Brittany's head. "I missed you too, that's why I'm here. And I fell asleep wanting you so I came over so I could do that."
"Is that why my hard on is rubbing against your thigh?" Brittany mumbles as she's falling back asleep.
Feigning surprise Santana asks, "Oh, you noticed that?" Of course she had better notice that because Santana knows what she can do with her mouth.
Brittany grinds a little against Santana's thigh. "I sure did notice." She says sounding significantly more awake than she was seconds ago.
"Want me to handle it?" The smaller woman sultrily asks as she reaches down and swipes her thumbs across Brittany's wet, dick head.
"If you wouldn't mind." Brittany moans, as her eyes begin to roll back.
"Can we try something?" Santana whispers into Brittany's ear. She pulls in the blonde's ear lobe into her mouth as she begins to jerk her cock.
Brittany clears her throat, moving her hips in time with Santana's hand. "Uhh, like?"
Santana sucked her way down to Brittany's neck, marking her. "I want you to sit on my chest and fuck my face."
The blonde immediately stops her movements. "No." she sternly says.
"No?" Santana asks confused as she pulled her face out of Brittany's neck and pulls her hand away from her dick.
"If you want to give me head, I'll never say no but I'm not going to fuck your mouth." Brittany firmly states as she looks Santana dead in her eyes.
"What? Why not? She asks confused. Does Brittany not realize how hot that'd be? To have her fuck her face like that?
Sounding completely appalled, "Because you're my equal. Equals don't do that. You're not a slut, Santana."
Santana shoots out of bed, angry at the implication. "Your dick might've been the first real dick I've had but it certainly isn't the first phallic shaped object I've had. I've had my face fucked, come on, and shoved into the wall or bed or even floor as I've being fucked from the back with strap ons. But that certainly does not make me a slut. It's absurd that you would say that." She borderline yells at Brittany.
Without saying anything else, she gets dressed and walks out. "Close up, the key's on your dresser." She yells out as she closes the apartment door, leaving a shocked Brittany in bed.