Santana couldn't believe this was happening. Sure she had fantasized about Quinn before but that was all in good fun. But kissing her here in dreamland was more intense than anything she had ever fantasized about. Everything felt so real it was like she was tripping off some really good mushrooms or something. Quinn pushed Santana deeper into the wall as they kissed. It seemed like an eternity.
It almost felt like they were floating or something.
Wait. They were actually floating.
Quinn pushed Santana back against the hedge wall but this time it gave way into nothing. Santana felt herself falling backward into darkness with Quinn on top of her.
Her sudden rush of panic was met by relief as soon as they landed against something soft. They bounced around a little and Santana realized they had landed on a bed.
Quinn rolled off of Santana and began giggling a bit more than normal. It was a laugh border lining on being that of an evil genius, which she wouldn't necessarily put past her. Santana tried to regain her composure sitting up and taking in her surroundings. They had ended up in another clearing of the hedge maze. Everything was dark except for a small area around the bed. Suddenly, hands wrapped around her stomach from behind. She recognized the sensation of thinly clothed boobs pressing against her back, and hot breath against her neck making her hair stand on end. Then there was the familiar stench of . . . Disney princess perfume?
"Berry?" Santana asked in shock pulling away from the eager Jewish girl moving in behind her. She was wearing the same outfit as Quinn and Santana. Berry grabbed Santana's arms and placed them behind her back. Brutish enough to make her immobile but gentle at the same time.
Quinn was sitting up next to Santana now, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Rachel whipped her hair and whispered directly into Santana's ear, "I want you bad."
The sudden rush of hot breath against her neck and the soft strands of hair brushing against her skin caused Santana's eyes to roll back in her head. The turn-on was so overwhelming she fell back into Rachel's arms, losing herself in a cushion of finally formed breasts. Rachel loosened her grasp on Santana's arms and nuzzled her right ear and caressed her arms softly as they lay together in a half sitting position.
Quinn began to unbutton Santana's blouse. Staring mischievously at Rachel the entire time. Using her free hand to caress Rachel's free hand. They were a devious duo, bent on toying with Santana until she couldn't take anymore.
Quinn's patients was wearing thin so she brought both hands to Santana's blouse and ripped it open revealing two completely erect nipples. Santana couldn't believe how wild this dream was getting. Even when she had hot dreams about guys everything was such a blur that she knew what was going on but never anything as coherent as this.
Quinn climbed on top of Santana, straddling her left leg. She swooped in on one of Santana's exposed nipples and began to suck and nibble on it hard. Santana gasped and dug her fingers into Quinn's hair shaking from the shock of arousal Quinn's tongue caused as it rapidly strummed against her right nipple.
Rachel was sucking harder on Santana's neck causing her to writhe within her grasp. She stopped briefly relinquishing Santana from her grasp for a moment. Santana was stunned by the sudden contact of bare breasts on her back. Berry returned to kissing Santana's neck as her rock hard nipples glided along the sensitive skin of Santana's back. Santana wondered why she'd never had a dream like this before.
Quinn moved her attention to Santana's left nipple. It was much more sensitive then her right nipple making her clit throb. Between that, Quinn's thigh rubbing against her clit, and Rachel sucking and biting all around her neck, her orgasm was building. Her panting became more rapid.
Quinn noted that and increased the pressure on Santana's left nipple, throwing teeth into the mix. Santana moaned deeply and tightened her grip on the blonde's hair.
Rachel stopped kissing Santana's neck again and whispered in her right ear. Her lips right below the lobe. "How does that feel?"
All Santana could do was nod. Rachel returned her lips to Santana's neck and stared down at Quinn, running a hand through her hair. Quinn looked up at the two women coyly without stopping what she was doing. Santana shuddered and Quinn closed her eyes and devoured more of her breast. Adding additional pressure with her thigh between Santana's legs sending her into an orgasmic shock. Quinn stopped teasing her nipples but kept a slow motion with her leg. Rubbing it against Santana's clit for a few more minutes, looking into her eyes as the final orgasms came and went.
Santana regained her breath and drew Quinn in for a kiss. Tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth. Quinn drew away from Santana and moved off of her. She also felt Berry release her from her grasp and move from behind her. Santana fell back onto the bed and looked to her right.
Quinn was on all fours approaching Rachel like a wild animal. All Santana could do was watch. Rachel gained the upper hand quickly turning Quinn over onto her back right next to Santana, so that Quinn's head was now resting on her right arm. Rachel unbuttoned Quinn's top and buried herself in Quinn's stomach. Santana was so turned on she began to caress herself with her free hand.
"Yes Rachel, just like that, baby." Quinn moaned as she wrapped her legs around Rachel's waist and grabbed hold of her hair.
Rachel slowly moved her attention up to Quinn's breasts, nuzzling the erect nipples with her nose before biting and sucking on them. The image was so hot Santana couldn't bear it, she dipped a hand underneath her waist band and began to rub her clit.
In one instantaneous motion Berry latched onto Quinn's neck with her thick full lips and thrust a hand in between her legs.
"Aaaaah oooooo!" Quinn cried out as her body erupted upward, "Rachel . . . oh my god."
Santana watched as Rachel's hand rubbed furiously under Quinn's skirt. She tried to match the pace with her own hand but her impending orgasm was keeping her from keeping the rhythm continuous on her own. Quinn on the other hand was already sputtering like a car with a bad engine. Making inaudible noises as Rachel hastened the pace of her hand underneath the cloth of Quinn's 50's style mini skirt.
Santana was hypnotized by Quinn's face as she lay on her right arm in the midst of the most intense ecstasy she had ever witnessed in her life. Rachel stopped sucking on Quinn's neck and kissed her deeply, but didn't stop her hand's movements for a second. Rachel smiled fiendishly into the kiss staring at Santana the entire time. Quinn had to stop every now and then to gasp when she came, but aside from that they were in a constant lip lock. Berry's voluptuous lips devouring Quinn's, muffling her persistent moans.
Santana continued her feeble attempts to get off by herself but she was exhausted. Just watching these two get it on was tormenting her.
"I can help you out with that." A voice said from the foot of the bed.
Santana turned away from the two women who had pinned her right arm underneath their erotic love session to find Brittany kneeling by her feet. She was dressed just like the other girls in a button up blouse and sock hop skirt. Her hair was down which always turned Santana on. She looked beautiful. Without saying one more word Brittany dipped her head below Santana's skirt and began kissing her inner thigh. Santana placed her left hand on Brittany's head as she ventured deeper underneath her skirt.
Before she knew it Brittany's hot tongue was deep inside her wetness. Tracing the area around her clit with her tongue. Santana looked over at Quinn and Rachel who seemed to be in cruise control. Rachel's hand was keeping an even pace and Quinn looked like she was in a trance-like euphoria. Rachel had resorted to latching onto her neck again because the poor girl seemed like she was barely conscious and could barely lift her head to look around let alone kiss.
Santana entered a trance of her own as soon as she felt Brittany latch onto her clit. She threw her head back and bit her lower lip. As intense a dream as this was Santana found it relaxing. Sure the dream-gasms were incredible but it was all so damn soothing. She closed her eyes tight, losing herself in the sensation. She wanted to sleep forever.
Santana woke up panting in shallow hurried breaths. Her body buzzing. She could still feel the intensity of the dream. It was like the fantasy had carried over into reality. That was when she noticed a hand slip from her left breast down to her stomach.
Santana glanced down toward the foot of the bed in shock. She was no longer wearing her pajama bottoms and Brittany was between her legs sucking on her clit hard. Wearing Santana's legs like a messenger bag. Her right leg was thrown over Brit's left shoulder while her left leg was underneath the right side of Brit's body hooked around her waist.
When the situation finally registered in Santana's mind Brittany made a sudden rapid vibration with her lips, eliciting an incredibly powerful orgasm.
"Fuck!" Santana screamed.
Brittany continued her vigorous movements tightening her grasp on Santana's hips as the girl bucked uncontrollably. Flicking her tongue against the tip of her clit.
Santana grabbed hold of the head board. She could barely control her own body, her legs tightened around Brittany and her hips rose and fell more frequently. She came again, harder this time. "Oooooooo Brittany," she moaned, "Fuck!"
Santana released one hand from the head board and grabbed hold of Brittany's hair. Locking her fingers in a tangle of dirty blonde locks. Santana could feel another fire growing. She shot up off the bed shaking in waves, her body now suspended in air between the head board and Brittany's body. The rough texture of Brittany's tongue against her clit was sending her into a mania. Her right leg quivering as it dangled over Brit's shoulder.
"Mmmmmmmm, oh god . . . oh god . . . Yes!" Santana moaned. She continued the mantra mindlessly. As the next wave of orgasms struck her the words crumbled into breathless gasps until all she could do was mouth them. Brittany tightened her grip on Santana's waist causing her to lose her hold on the head board and fall back onto the bed.
Brittany went in for one final swoop. Tortuously wrapping her lips around Santana's already excruciatingly sensitive clit and slowly dragging her lips upward. Throw in a couple more quick tongue flicks and bam! Santana jolted upwards again.
She fell back down onto the bed trying to regain her breath, "Wow." She placed her hands on the top of Brittany's head and urged her upward. Brittany took her time kissing her way up Santana's stomach, making her giggle. "Come here."
Brittany obeyed the order and moved herself up the bed in order to be face to face with Santana, propping herself up on her forearms. Santana ran her hands through Brit's hair and drew her in for a kiss. Tasting herself on Brit's lips. "That's one hell of a way to wake up."
Brittany broke the kiss and looked at Santana confused. "You were asleep? But you kept making sexy lady noises."
Santana was now equally confused, "So you went down on me?"
Brittany began softly kissing Santana's neck, "You told me to."
"I told you too?"
"That's why I thought you were awake." Brittany lifted her head to look into Santana's eyes again. "You were like 'I don't want to watch Sweet Valley High anymore I want you to go down on me and pu- "
Santana placed a finger to Brit's lips to prevent her from continuing. Not only had she had an epic dream foursome she had also dominatrix-ed her best friend at the same time.
Definitely a first.
*I will try to update every week, but sometimes I get writer ADD so I'm just going to apologize in advance. This story takes place the Summer after Season 2 and primarily focuses on Brittany and Santana's relationship. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially since this is my first story.*