A/N: Thanks again for the alerts/favs! And for the reviews obviously! They keep me going!

I don't know what I prefer though, writing about Brittany teasing Santana and vice versa or teasing you guys with wait! haha

Just to respond to a question one of you asked: Brittany's feelings for Esteban and her whole sexuality will be explained in one of the next chapters!

Anyway, here goooes!

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Okay. Take a deep breath. This has to stay under control. Brittany was still wondering why she proposed to actually show the Latina how to come. How am I supposed to do that now? Fucking mouth.

Brittany looked at Santana, her gaze was on the floor, and she was sitting Indian style on the edge of the bed. Brittany thought about it for a second, and decided to play it cool. After all I'm more experienced, so it's only normal that I help her. Nothing weird about that.

Taking a deep breath, Brittany went to sit on the bed also Indian style facing the Latina.

Seeing how Brittany was seated, Santana turned slightly, also facing the blonde. Both girls were now both on the bed, face each other, knees almost touching.

"Alright. So first you have to tell me what he does." The blonde's gaze was fixed on the Latina's eyes, watching her intently, showing her purpose.

"Ok" Said Santana in a soft voice, like a whisper. The brunette sighed deeply, trying to find the words and the courage to share something she had never shared with anyone. And doing it now, with an almost perfect stranger…who she was unexpectedly having the hots for. .weird.

"So, in general we like…make out for a while. And then things get heated so we end up laying on a bed or a couch or the back of a car…and hands start roaming." Santana's eyes were staying on her hands, as her face grew redder as she spoke.

"Santana. Relax, girl. I'm not your mother. I won't judge you. Come on, I'm here to help!" Brittany smiled widely trying to put the younger girl at ease.

This seemed to have the desired effect on Santana. Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, she continued.

"Yeah, so it depends really. Sometimes he starts touching my breasts, that feels good, then he goes lower, to my..hum…"

Brittany was growing impatient, and smiled at the girl's awkwardness.

"What? Your Vajayjay? Pussy? Crotch? Moist cavity between your legs? Take your pick!" Brittany laughed, and the Latina followed easily, feeling a lot more confident as the blonde put her at ease.

"Yeah, he touches my pussy. He kind of just rubs me, with his hand open." Santana saw as Brittany's eyes narrowed about to ask the same question she did earlier. Before she could, the Latina found the courage to show her.

"Here exactly. That's where he rubs." The Brunette put her right hand on her, between her legs, showing a vague area, and certainly not the right one.

Brittany felt a lot hotter than she should, eyes set on the Latina's crotch. Wanting her own hand to replace the darker one. Stop thinking like that.

"Okay, so that's a start. Now, is this place your showing me, where you touch you?" Brittany boldly asked, and tried to make a point.

"Not exactly." Santana blushed at the blonde's last question. I was not prepared for that. Her answer did not satisfy Brittany.

"You gotta help me out here!" Brittany said letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Alright! Alright! God, stay calm." The Latina smiled at the other girl's interest.

"I touch myself higher. Here." With her words, Santana's forefinger slightly brushed the area over her clit. She shivered a little, the brunette was only wearing lace panties and thin leggings, so there was little fabric between her finger and her. She realized at this moment, that the conversation was actually turning her on. She was too focused on her shame to realize until now, but the shivers she had felt while showing the blonde where he touched herself clearly indicated that she was horny. The urge to press her finger against her again was hard to suppress.

Brittany noticed how Santana's brain seemed to spiral out of control after she had slightly but surely touched a sensitive area. Could she be turned on? The blonde sure knew that the current conversation with the cheerio was arousing her, she could feel it. And besides, the brunette's naivety and innocence was such a turn on.

"Where exactly?" Brittany decided to confirm her thoughts, and there was only one way.

"There." Oblivious to the blonde's little game, Santana proceeded to show her again. Once again brushing her finger against her clit and trying to hold back the little moan that threatened to escape her lips.

Brittany smiled to herself. Definitely, she is turned on. Wanky.

"Have you told 'what's his name', to touch you there? specifically." Brittany asked trying to concentrate on the actual purpose of the conversation. Besides, getting horny as hell and wanting to show Santana properly how an orgasm felt.

"Well…no. I always thought he would just kind of get there at some point." Santana said shrugging her shoulders.

"That's where you're wrong honey. It doesn't come along if you don't go get it." Brittany said snapping her fingers in front of the Latina's face.

"Lesson number 1: Always tell the guy, or girl, what you want / like." Brittany grinned as Santana's gaze met hers when she said 'or girl'.

"Lesson number 2: Go for your own orgasm, to wait for the guy to be kind enough to give it to you. You deserve it, so go for it." The blonde was actually pretty proud of herself.

Santana on the other hand felt frustrated. And she showed it, as she shook her head, bit her lip and knitted her eyebrows together, letting out a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Asked Brittany, not understand the sudden change of attitude.

"Look, I know that I should tell Puck. But that not the point, even when I do it to myself, I can't manage to make myself come. I told you" Jesus, doesn't she get it by now?

Brittany suddenly felt confused, that was totally another issue. Of course, she hadn't thought about that at all. Damn I'm stupid. She must be feeling even more ashamed now.

"Okay, okay. Hum I'm sorry. I forgot about that." Brittany touched the Latina's knee gently. And smiled at her, waiting for Santana to let her continue.

"Let me start again." Brittany asked hopefully. Santana just nodded.

"So, the problem here is not really when you're with your boyfriend." She just couldn't say his name. Santana nodded again.

"Then what we need to talk about, is pleasuring yourself." Brittany said matter of faclty.

Santana couldn't get used to the blonde's forwardness, and slightly blushed again, but nodded, determined to find a solution to her problem.

"You just told me where you touch yourself, and I'm sure you know that is the right place. So, what happens when you rub this spot for a while?" Brittany tried to understand what was wrong, and when it went wrong.

"It feels really good." Santana said, clearly not helping the blonde.

"And then?" Brittany insisted. God, this is going to take all night.

"It…I get…like really really hot…and there's this feeling, it almost hurts but in a good way…and then it just flies away." Santana's voice was the perfect mirror of her feelings, her voice dropped at the end of the sentence, and she looked so pissed.

"But do you stop touching, or do you like change the rhythm or something?" Brittany asked expertly.

"Change rhythm? No…I don't know, it's..uh…hard to…hum.. when..this feeling comes" Furrowing her eyebrow, Santana tried to explain.

Now I think I got it. It hit Brittany like lightening. She's so concentrated on getting off that she forgets to enjoy herself. To just let go of everything. Let her fingers do the work, without trying to control how fast or hard they go. To just let her be overwhelmed by the feeling.

"Do you really want me to help you?" Brittany asked, this time more serious. If she says yes, I am tutoring her on this.

Santana felt a little shot of fear deep inside her, she didn't understand what Brittany meant, so she decided to just play along. I want to come. She nodded.

"Sit back in the bed, make yourself comfortable." Santana did as she was told, sitting back against the pillows of her bead, against the headboard.

Brittany was still sitting on the other side of the bed, but she turned to face the Latina once more. Trying to concentrate on not letting her own arousal show. Stay in control of the situation.

"Now, close your eyes. Think about anything that turns you on." Your voice, Santana thought. She tried to direct her thoughts to Puck, but all she could think about was being in this room, with Brittany talking to her about getting off. Santana could feel her arousal, she could feel the dampness between her legs, and it was getting worse and worse.

"Show me again. Where you touch yourself" The blonde trying to control her voice, not letting it sound shaky or any less confident. But the truth was, she was so utterly and completely gone by now. Santana's eyes were closed, and that allowed Brittany to just look at the Latina. With her loose shirt falling off her right shoulder, and her tight tight leggings, that hung her body so amazingly.

And that mouth. God.

Santana's eyes almost darted open when she heard the blonde's command. What? Does she want me to touch myself in front of her?

But her arousal was stronger, not wanting to say no. She just started running her hand down her stomach, on her thighs, caressing lightly, and then let her hand rest between her legs, waiting for the blonde's sweet voice again.

Brittany's breath was coming in short puffs, as she watched the brunette's hand. Wishing it to be hers. Stay calm.

"Use just two fingers." The blonde said, voice shaking slightly.

Santana obliged, letting only her two longest fingers stay on herself, mouth falling slightly agape at the whole situation. Situation that was making her incredibly hot.

"Rub it, that spot." Brittany whispered. It was getting more and more difficult for her to keep her resolve. Her vision and her mind blurred from desire.

Santana almost instantly started rubbing up and down the area covering her clit. Whimpering at the shot of deep arousal in her body. Going slowly, she kept going up and down, up and down, her breath becoming faster and shorter.

"Do circles around it" Brittany was glad Santana couldn't see her. Her eyes were dark as the night, and couldn't be turned apart from in-between the Latina's legs. The blonde was lost in her trance, with only one mission on her mind.

Santana's breath caught in her throat as she hear Brittany. She had never done that before. It can't hurt to try. Following the blonde's demand, Santana started tracing wide circles around her clit, a soft moan escaping her lips and making her blush at the sound.

Brittany almost couldn't stop her own moan when she heard the cherrio's sound. I want more of that. She is so fucking hot right now.

"Tight. Hum..tight circles." Brittany blushed at her words, and took a glance to the brunette's face, making sure her eyes were still close, and sighing relieved when she saw they were.

Santana's fingers proceeded to do tight circles around her now swollen clit. That made her gasp and moan more loudly this time, making Brittany smile proudly. Not enough, the blonde thought.

"Press harder, Santana." Brittany urged, not quite believing how deep and aroused her voice sounded. She could feel the Latina was close, and wanted to throw her over the edge, to show her she could come on her own. Well, not exactly. But still.

Santana pushed her fingers harder against herself, and continued rubbing in tight circles, the feeling was insanely good. She had never felt that good, and Brittany's voice was having an amazing effect on her, turning her on even more.

"Fuck…." The brunette whispered at a particularly strong pang of pleasure shot through her. Brittany grinned and whispered

"That's right baby, keep going.." The blondes words came out naturally, she said them without even noticing. Santana was aware though, of the sweet nickname the older girl gave her, and that just encouraged her to keep going, the blonde's voice bringing her closer and closer to the unknown edge.

Santana's breathing was rapid and uncoordinated; her eyes were tightly shut, as if she thought that by opening them, everything would stop. Her fingers kept moving around and over her bud. Brittany noticed the slight change of rhythm in the brunette's fingers, they slowed down just a little, as Santana seemed to knit her eyebrows together more, and whimpering at a feeling the blonde couldn't place. Sensing how Santana's whole body was trying to find the pleasure again, not understand what had gone through the Latina's mind, the blonde jumped in the help the Latina. I'm not letting this go.

Brittany inched forward the brunette, her face inches from the younger girl's, not touching her, but still watching intently as her hand moved against her pussy.

"Don't stop" Brittany whispered hotly in the brunette's ear. Santana moaned at the sudden closeness of the other girl, and turned her face towards the blonde, not opening her eyes, but letting her forehead fall against Brittany's. They could feel each other breaths against their lips.

Brittany's word got Santana going again, the blonde could see her fingers moving faster.

"Faster" The blonde husked in an incredibly sexy voice. Brittany could feel herself clench as she watched the younger girl near the end.

"Brittany…I'm…uh…" Santana was losing herself, never in her life had she ever lost her control that way.

"Spread your legs, let me see you" Brittany felt as if she was going mad at the situation, completely lost in the other girl's sounds of pleasure, and in her body's response to it. Santana moaned, and spread her legs without even thinking about it. Brittany had to restrain herself from straddling the brunette and scissor her until she screamed her name. This was a torture.

"Oh..Fuck…Britt…I…" Squeezing her eyes shut even more, Santana could feel her whole body start to shake, as her fingers still continued their work under the blonde's stare.

"Come for me Santana" Brittany whispered the words, almost daring the brunette to hear them and follow their lead. The blonde watched as the cheerio's fingers stroked her pussy furiously, forgetting completely about circles or squares or anything, just pleasuring herself. That's what I wanted to see.

"Fuck…Fuck..oh..OH!" Santana's entire body tensed suddenly, her fingers still rubbing, she let out a high pitched little scream, her breathing faster than ever. She kept rubbing herself, riding out her very first orgasm, as she let out little whimpers of pleasure every time she grazed her now over sensitive clit.

Brittany's face was inches apart from the Latina's, watching the girl come had certainly been amazing. But now, all the blonde could think about was how wrong that was. She had let herself got carried away. Santana's body, smell and fucking whimpers were just too much to hold back on. And her own body was on fire, begging for release. Brittany eyed the Latina up and down, wishing she could return the favor, knowing she couldn't, wouldn't. Ever. Brittany bit her lip and quickly stood up, getting out of the bed and running to the bathroom, locking herself in.

Santana's eyes shot open as she felt the bed dip next to her, she could only catch Brittany back as she stormed out of her room. Still recovering from her mind-blowing first climax, she tried to call out to the blonde,

"Wait!...Thanks.."

Thanks indeed.

A/N: Ok...so yeah. Hum. I liked writing that. Did you guys like it?

Coming up soon:

Next Santana/Brittany encounter after the bedroom-incident.

Brittany struggling with her feelings.

Santana getting knew information about Brittany

And of course...a lot of teasing!

Reviews, thoughts, comments, anything you wanna see happen?

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