"Hey, Sanny. Puck's having a party tonight. Wanna come over, then we can go together?" Brittany asked Santana sweetly.
"Sorry Brittz. I'm already going with someone."
"Who?"
"Let's just say I have a lot of history with them at Puck's parties, and it wouldn't be right if history is forgotten."
"Huh?"
Santana sighed and walked away.
"Hey, Q! Wait up!."
"Hey San."
"Going to Puckerman's party tonight?"
"If you are, I will."
"I am, and you know, since we have good memories from his parties, i thought we could go together."
"Like, a date? No, San. I told you that night, i don't want any labels, so no date."
"Not as a date. As friends."
"Oh, k. I'll be at your house around 7, okay?"
"Okay, Q." Santana kissed her on the cheek and walked away. To everyone around them, it was just a friendly action. Something they always did. But to them, it was much more.
...
"Hey, Q. Bring your shit?"
"Oh, yeah. i brought my best shit." Quinn said sarcastically.
Santana giggled and grabbed Quinn's bag, then she ran upstairs.
"Ooh, let's see what we have here. Dress, shoes, bra. Oooh, is this a thong, i see? Good girl gone bad?" Santana teased Quinn as she tried to keep Q's clothes away from her.
"Santana, give it to me!"
"Hmmm, that sounds familiar." Santana laughed and smirked.
"Oh, shush up." Quinn finally got her thong back.
"C'mon, I'll show you my outfit."
Santana felt around in her closet, and she finally found what she was looking for.
A tight red dress, with a black belt, and a bow in the top left. Black stillettos too.
'Daaamn." Quinn took in the dress.
"You like? It looks way sexier on me."
Santana took off her cheerios top and skirt. Just before she was about to slide the dress on, Quinn spoke up.
"Sanny, wait."
"Why?"
Quinn got up, walked behind Santana, and unclapsed her bra.
"You can't get away with changing in front of me when we're all alone, you know."
Quinn slid the bra off of her, and started massaging her huge breasts from behind.
"Mmm, Q."
Quinn was playing with her nipples and sucking on her neck, when all of a sudden she kneeled down and pulled down Santana's underwear.
"Wait, Q. Stop. My parents are right in the next room."
"So?"
"So, either we stop, or we crank the music."
Quinn walked over and turned on her stereo.
"Okay, now we can continue." Santana half yelled.
Quinn pulled down her spanks all the way.
"Stop again"
Quinn groaned.
"You have too much clothes."
"Mm, let's fix that."
Quinn stripped down to her bra and underwear. Sanny would do the rest later.
Santana layed down on the bed, and Quinn got on top of her.
They started making out, and then Quinn stuck two fingers in Santana's wet core.
"Mmm."
"You like that?"
"Fuck yes."
Quinn started quickly sliding her fingers in and out.
Santana moaned.
Quinn went down and sttarted licking her pussy, with her fingers still deep in her.
"Ohh, fuck. I'm sooo close babe."
Quinn quickly pulled out her fingers.
Santana groaned.
"Baaaaabe, pleeeeasse." Santana whined.
"No more."
"Pweeeaaaase."
"No."
"Pleeaaaaaaase?"
"No, Santana."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Bitch."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Prove it then, make me come."
"Ugh. Fine."
Quinn leaned down and started licking Santana's pussy.
"Uhhhh! Fuck, fuck fuck! Oh!"
Santana had shivers going down her spine. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had."
"Pffsh, yeah right."
"I'm dead serious."
"C'mon, let's get ready."
Quinn put on her jet black, tight, skimpy dress. She added flats, because she could not walk in heels.
"Fuck, Q. I could come just from looking at you."
Quinn smirked and plugged in the curling iron, while Santana put on her dress and heels.
"You look pretty good yourself."