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Santana found herself once again pacing in her room. Trying to calm down the beating of her heart.
Could she just stop asking me all that stuff? I mean I know I don't have a lot of experience about all this, but she could at least give me some credit. But..fuck..she's right. I don't know how if fucking feels to come. And I can't even blame Puck, I can't do it myself either… Something must not be right about me, maybe I'm broken? Oh god, what if I actually cannot come. I read somewhere that some people just physically don't.
At this point Santana's brain was spinning and she was glad smoke wasn't coming out of her ears, as she really felt like she might explode from thinking too much.
Alright. Calm down. A problem always has a solution. Thinking about it a little, she grabbed her phone and sent a text.
"Hey, do you wanna come over tonight? My parents are out! ;-)" Sighing hopefully she pressed send.
Throwing her phone on her bed, she looked at the clock on her night table. 5pm. That leaves enough time to take a shower, do my nails, my hair, and dress.
Santana went to put some music on, when she heard her ringtone. Pressing play on her stereo, she turned to see the answer. "Neat, I'll be there around 7pm. Can't wait."
The latina smiled to herself, and went to the bathroom to take a long needed shower.
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Meanwhile, Brittany decided to head back inside, the weather was getting chilly and she wanted to practice a little. Now that she was sure Santana wouldn't suddenly appear out of nowhere, nor Esteban and the parents.
Going upstairs just to change in comfortable sweats that she always wears to dance, she headed back down.
Stopping slightly when she heard music from Santana's room, and water pouring down in the bathroom.
Pushing away the thoughts of the latina's tanned body under the water. With her head thrown back, her raven hair falling down her shoulders…and those sinfully round breasts. Damn, what she would do to touch them…Oops. Got carried away again.
Brittany shook her head, and went downstrais, she put some bumpy music and began dancing. Wanting to focus on something, anything else than the forbidden Brunette.
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Santana took her time. Letting the hot water run down her neck, and shoulders, sighing deeply at the relieving sensation. She washed her hair, and applied conditioner. She still couldn't help but think about the blonde…
The latina wondered why the blonde seemed to enjoy teasing her. She kind of wished that they had started off differently, this way maybe she could have asked real questions to the dancer, maybe getting some advice. After all, she didn't have any sisters, barely saw her mother and Quinn was too much of a prude to even pronounce the word sex. Yeah, Brittany could have helped her, if she wasn't that annoying. Besides, Santana knew perfectly well that the things she wanted to do with Brittany where far from what a sister or a friend should want to do.
God, stop. Nothing will happen. You are not a lesbian AND she is your brother's girlfriend for Christ's sake. Stop.
Getting out of the shower, Santana pulled her hair up in a towel for a while, then letting it fall back down. She grabbed her coconut body lotion and started applying it softly on her legs, her calves, her thighs, then continuing no her stomach, and her lower back, going up the her breasts, palming them so the cream would go everywhere. And finishing with her arms.
The Latina applied her face cream and washed her hands, lokking at herself in the mirror. She thought for awhile about what to do with her hair. Deciding it looked great natural, she just put a towel around her and got out of the bathroom to go back to her room to dress.
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Brittany was breathless. Ok, I need to practice more.
She had been spinning and jumping and turning for a good 40minutes and decided it was enough for a day. Cursing under her breath because she normally would go on for 2 hours without stoping.
The blonde was sweaty and felt like taking a shower. She quickly ran upstairs, and went to the bathroom. She could still smell the coconut lotion Santana had applied, and felt an instant shot of arousal going straight between her legs. Brittany started to remove her shirt, but realized there were no towels inside, and she had no idea where to find them.
Sighing deeply, she straightened her shirt back on and headed for Santana's door to ask her.
The music was still loudly playing through the door, she has good taste she thought hearing Micheal Jackson's Dirty Diana.
Knocking twice, Brittany waited for a while, but quickly realized that the Latina would never hear her over the music. Taking a breath, she decided to just go in and apologize later.
She pushed the door open, only to see Santana. Back turned, facing the wall, she was only wearing a pair of black lace panties. Black is so her colour. Santana was trying to snap on her matching bra. But failing and starting to grow frustrated.
Brittany just stayed quiet and enjoyed the show. She took her time whatching the Brunette's ass. Small, full and round, just perfect she thought. She also looked at her legs, that looked so strong because of cheerleading. Brittany almost whimpered thinking of those legs around her hips, or her face. The blonde was suddenly very aware of the fact, that she was still completely sweaty from dancing, and she was growing increasingly hot watching the Latina…not to mention the dampness between her legs.
Deciding to end Santana's misery, and her own, Brittany launched rapidly forward and before the Latina could say anything, grabbed the ends of her bra saying "Let me help you".
Santana's whole body froze, feeling the blondes fingers graze her skin. And her hot breath on her shoulders.
Once her body could move again, Santana jumped to the right with a little sream, trying to cover herself, but to Brittany's great pleasure, failing.
"What the Hell! Fuck…Brittany! What..What..?" Now I'm stuttering, really? Fuck, what is she doing here. Is this what a heart attack feels like? Santana's breath was rapid and heavy.
Brittany chuckled, finding the cheerio cute in her shyness.
"Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't seen before you know.." Brittany tried to explain, but almost palmed her forehead noticing how wrong that sounded.
"I mean, I'm a girl. You don't need to hide yourself" Brittany said smirking. And please, don't.
"I don't care! I don't know you! Turn around!" Santana almost screamed, not even knowing why, as she knew Brittany was right, and her own attitude was turning things weird.
Brittany pulled both her hands in the hair, as if surrending and gently turned around.
Santana let out a relieved sigh. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the blondes ass, her cheeks turning red. Pulling out of her trance, she quickly grabbed something to wear. Throwing on a shirt and a pair leggings.
"Okay, you can turn around" Santana said in a murmur.
Brittany turned around, grinning " You shouldn't be ashamed of your body. From what I've seen." Her grin turned into a big smile as she saw the latina blushing furiously.
Finally letting out a real laugh at the brunette's attitude, Brittany tried to make Santana at ease.
"So, what's the big occasion here? I see you're getting all dolled up" The blonde said, pointing to the outfit on Santana's bed.
"I invited my boyfriend over. The parents are out..so..yeah." Santana shifted nervously on her feet.
At that, Brittany felt a pang of jealousy. Is it jealousy? Ah, interesting. Just thinking of a boy being with Santana, it just…didn't feel right. Still, Brittany hid it perfectly and smiled at Santana knowingly, nodding as if understanding something the brunette hadn't even said.
"Tonight's a big night?" She tried to get some information.
Santana's brows furrowed. Like she felt…guilty (?) of talking about Puck with Brittany.
"I..uh…I don't know." God, there it is again. I just can't feel relaxed while talking about this with her.
"Ah…I know a perfect way to know if you want something to happen or not" Brittany winked, and looked down between the latina's legs.
Santana gasped loudly as she understood what the blonde meant. Settling her brown eyes in blue ones and seeing playfulness, she let out a nervous chuckle, and she felt more at ease.
"So?" Brittany asked again, wanting to know now.
Santana's eyes looked down, her blushed increased but she nodded nonetheless. Silently telling Brittany, that yes she was waxed.
Oh, dear god. Brittany thought gulping. Not realizing her eyes where still attached to the spot between the brunette's legs.
Santana cleared her throat, feeling nervous.
"Yeah, so..hum. I don't know if I should tell you the usual speech about this" Brittany felt nervous too, she so didn't want the cheerio to do something she'd regret. And, she didn't want the cheerio to do anything with anyone, at all, ever.
"No you don't. I've heard it a million times. Unless you have something actually usefull to tell me?" Santana sat down on her bed, genuinely intrigued.
Brittany eyes met the latinas's a gave it a thought.
"What do you wanna know?" Maybe I can actually help her.
"How do I come?" Santana let out almost instantly, bitting her bottom lip when she heard the words leave her lips.
Brittany let out a loud chuckle, not expecting this. Here I was thinking she would ask me how to do a blow job.
"Well hum…when you're with the guy, he will make you come…so.. you kind of only have to enjoy" Brittany tried to explain to the brunette, who was saring at her intently?
"Yeah..but, that never works." Santana shrugged her shoulders and lowered her gaze.
Brittany wanted nothing more to just take the latina in her arms and hug her tighly, seeing how depressed she looked.
"Oh well… what does he do to you?" Brittany took a a few steps forward and took a seat beside the other girl.
Santana looked at her, turning bright red again. Considering whether or not to tell her.
"Hum…well, he kind of puts his hand between my legs, and then…" This is hard. Santana gulped, not looking the blonde in the eye, but feeling the other girl's stare on her. "He…rubs me".
"Okay well..that feels good right?"Brittany asked enthousiastic, glad that she was having a conversation with Santana, and that said conversation was turning her on, so fucking much.
Santana nodded.
"Where exactly does he rubs you?" Brittany asked, wondering if maybe the boy just didn't have a clue.
"Kind of around..you know." Santana said, making a wide circular motion with her hand, above her legs. Brittany knitted her eyebrows together. Around? What?
"Hum..no I don't know. Around what? Where?" Brittany asked insisting. And determined on helping the brunette.
Santana just didn't know what to do now. What should I do, take my pants off and show her?
Brittany noticed how the brunette was struggling.
"Okay, you know what, just give me a sec and I'll show you." Brittany stood up, and ran to the bathroom. She freshened up a little, and pulled her hair in a loose ponytail.
She went back to Santana's bedroom, where the cheerio was still waiting, sitting on the bed and playing nervously with her fingers.
Brittany got in, and closed the door behind her.
A/N: Thanks again for the reviews, i love to know what you think or thought might happen! I wanted this to be a very long chapter, but decided on parting it in two.
So there, i'm leaving you guys hanging on that. ;-) Don't get too pissed, there's more to come! ( no pun intended!)
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