Long chapter coz you guys are awesome and I took a few days to update. I couldn't get myself to write this over the fan girling. Brittana at breadstix, SO CUTE. Not to mention Santana calling Britt beautiful. So much awesome. Forever ship these two. After the sweetness of Glee, here's some much needed smut. (As well as some plot)
They had first period together, so naturally they sat next to each other. As usual, Brittany copied Santana's answers and they barely paid attention. But when their teacher stopped talking to allow them time to fill in a question sheet, Santana noticed something very unnerving.
"Britt, have you even been listening to a word I've said?" She asked, a scowl crossing her face at Brittany's obvious lack of interest.
When the blonde didn't reply, Santana followed her line of sight, landing on a girl, two rows up looking back at her best friend with a look she knew all to well. She practically created that look. Santana narrowed her eyes, and glared at the girl, who quickly looked away, realising she'd been caught.
"What the hell was that?" Santana demanded with a growing tone of anger in her voice.
Brittany shot her friend an innocent, confused look, as if she hadn't just been checking out a piece of fine ass. Santana of all people could spot a hot chick, and the brunette cheerleader Brittany had been staring at was an ethnicity away from basically being her. If that wasn't a threat enough, from what Santana knew of the girl, she was in the year below them and was the years top hoe. So in every way, she may as well have been Santana's younger doppelganger, and that just was not ok with the possessive latina.
"Oh, her name's Juliet, she's in cheerios, remember? Yeah I was talking to her the other day, she's really nice." Brittany explained with that twinkle in her eye that was usually reserved for Santana.
"And I expect you think you're her Romeo? Don't even think about it, she's probably got more STD's than Puck and you and I both know that's nearly impossible." Santana attempted to brush the topic off, hoping the infatuation was merely one that would go no further than flirtatious stares across the classroom.
"I think I wanna ask her out." Brittany said, smiling broadly having completely ignored or even managed to hear Santana's previous comment.
Santana scoffed loudly enough for people sitting close to them to stare at her curiously. But she didn't take notice, and instead directed her attention back to Brittany, both stunned and repulsed for reasons she could not yet understand. To explain the feeling, it felt like someone had just punched her repeatedly in the gut.
"What, you've spoken to her like once, now you want to ask her out?" Santana asked with an incredulous expression. If anything she was completely outraged by the idea, it almost seemed offensive.
"Well she was nice to me, and I've spoken to her more than once. I think she likes me, I don't even know if she'll say yes or not though, and Santana, you don't need to always protect me. I think I can handle one date without screwing it up."
Before Santana could come back with an equally insensitive retort, the bell rang. She groaned out loud, attracting concerned looks to which she brushed off before storming out of the classroom, leaving Brittany behind to take care of herself.
Later on that day, when Santana arrived in the cafeteria for lunch, the sight that caught her eye was enough to make her want to throw the brunette across the table and go all Lima Heights.
She stalked her way over to the table and roughly shoved herself between the younger girl and Brittany, taking her rightful place. The younger girl went to shoot Santana a dirty look, but before she could, the older latina shot her the original bitch glare, stopping her in her tracks and sent the girl crawling back into her herpes infested shell.
"Hey Britt-Britt." Santana said smugly, making sure the girl next to her heard.
"Um, hey Santana.." Brittany replied, crinkling her eyebrows in confusion of the scene her friend had just caused for no reason. She determined that something was definitely wrong with her best friend, because she was acting strange. Well, stranger than usual, and Brittany was usually the only person who could decipher Santana's fluctuating mood swings.
"You ok Santana?" Brittany asked after a few minutes of tense silence.
"I'm great, how are you?" Santana replied spitefully, sarcasm dripping from her tone of voice.
Brittany frowned in confusion, staring at Santana, trying to read her thoughts. But today she seemed extra closed off, refusing to show any kind of emotion as if that would push her problem away. Brittany knew her too well.
"Do we need to talk?" Brittany asked in a hushed tone, so that only Santana heard.
"Uh, no." Santana bit back, side-eyeing the blonde suspiciously.
"Hey, Britt, can I talk to you for a second?" The girl beside Santana cut in rudely. She shot Santana a narrowed glare. "Alone." She finished, looking back at Brittany with a bright smile.
As the two walked off out of sight, so did Santana. It was enough drama for one day, and she certainly wasn't in the mood to have a deep 'talk' with Brittany, most likely about feelings or something pointless like that. No, she made sure to avoid the blonde for the rest of the day and until she was in the safety of her own home.
Santana was pouring herself a drink and making a sandwich when she heard her phone go off upstairs, signalling a text. She grabbed her food and drink and went back upstairs, placing it on her table before reaching for her phone on her bed to check the message.
r u ok?
u seemed angry at me today
Im sorry :(
xoxox 3
Santana sighed as she read the message from her best friend. Wondering why she had to make it so hard to be mad at her. Not that she had any reason to be angry. Whatever Santana was feeling, it was irrational and she didn't like it at all. She thumbed over the keys and decided she may as well text back even though she had no explanation.
I'm fine.
How did your lunch date go?
Get in a quicky before class?
Santana knew it was a snide comment to make when Brittany had done nothing wrong and was being so sweet. But there was something she really didn't like about this Juliet character. She read over her text, walking over to sit at her computer, taking a bite of her food before her phone beeped again.
Why would I do that?
She just wanted to talk, is all..
she asked me out on a date actually.
Santana scoffed. Ironically Brittany had just made Santana feel a hundred times worse. She almost threw her phone across the room, but instead typed back somewhat faster than before as if to emphasise her irritation.
Cool.
Remember to take protection.
She's probably never used it before.
Anyway, I'm eating.
Talk later, have fun sexting your gf.
x
She knew she'd be tempted to reply again, so Santana turned off her phone and threw it back on her bed. Even though she had the urge to check her phone, she resisted with a lot of mental strength and with the help of the internet. Surfing youtube and facebook however, could only amuse a person for so long before the boredom kicked in.
No one would be home until after midnight, her dad had a late shift at the hospital and her mom was out of state on a business conference. The isolation was encompassing to the latina, who would spend most of her nights alone anyway. She enjoyed the freedom and peace. Not unlike all parents they would annoyingly check in every night to make sure she was ok.
It was eight o clock when Santana was struck with a familiar urge. The realisation was sudden and un-ignorable. Once she realised how sexually deprived she was, the temptation of being very well alone, with a very accessible computer drove her to searching forbidden sites. Sure, she wasn't eighteen, but she clicked the insignificant confirm button anyway. As if anyone would willingly come across a site like that and see the age limit and think, oh, damn, guess I'll have to click under eighteen.
Santana snorted at the thought, opening the page. It's not like she'd never looked up porn before, in fact she thought most teenagers did. But it really had been a while, and only now she noticed the ache between her legs. She found the appropriate lesbian category first and opened the video that seemed the least lame and slid her hand into her pants, dipping below her panties to smooth over wet folds.
She gasped at the long awaited touch and pressed down on her clit, beginning rubbing motions around the sensitive nub. She found a solid rhythm and felt her body react, shooting jolts of pleasure into her core as she focused on the image in front of her. If she hadn't have been so desperate to cum, she knew the porn wouldn't have been enough to excite her, but she was really horny.
Just as she wear nearing her orgasm, arching herself against the chair, cheeks flushed, heart beating through her chest, an unexpected noise jolted her from her position. She almost jumped out of her chair, realising someone had knocked on her front door. At first she thought she might leave it, but the familiar tapping rhythm was almost a secret code between her and Brittany.
Santana ran downstairs, frantically wiping her fingers onto her shorts and unlocked the door, flinging open to meet the sight of two blue eyes staring back at her. She gestured for Brittany to come in, almost forgetting the tension between them for a moment before shaking it off, looking up at her friend.
"Um, so what are you doing here? It's like almost eight thirty." Santana asked, confused and baffled by Brittany's sudden appearance.
"I tried calling you, but it just kept going to voicemail. I totally forgot that my parents were going out to dinner for some work thing, and I know it's a school night, but it's Tuesday and that means your dad has the late shift. So I got my mom to drop me off, because you know how much I hate being alone in the dark. I would have brought Lord Tubbington, but I needed someone to take care of the house while I'm gone." Brittany explained without even taking a breath.
Santana couldn't help but smile. Brittany almost seemed nervous trying to explain her presence, but Santana made sure to accommodate her as usual, knowing it would probably be best to forget about the incident at school with she who must not be named.
Brittany followed Santana up to her room like always and made a movement towards the bed when something caught the corner of her eye, causing Santana to look over at her in concern, when quickly realising what had become so eye catching.
"Ummm, ok. So this is awkward." Santana said, almost tripping as she ran over to her computer to close the offending page that she so stupidly had forgotten about.
"Is that why your cheeks are red and your shorts are on backwards?" Brittany said, biting back a smirk through her teasing tone.
Now that Santana felt thoroughly humiliated, she turned around, hiding her blush, pretending to still be sorting through pages on her computer.
"Did I interrupt? Brittany asked, feeling guilty for imposing on her privacy.
"Yeah, you did." Santana admitted quietly, still sexually deprived and very much on edge considering how close she'd been before the intrusion.
"Want me to go downstairs and let you finish?" Brittany asked, only adding to Santana's embarrassment. The funny thing was that she almost contemplated it. But she couldn't do such a thing with Brittany sitting downstairs knowing. That seemed awkward.
"Nah, it's fine." Santana lied, sitting down in the chair with a distinct warmth between her thighs still throbbing through the wet material. Just to make things a bit more embarrassing.
Brittany knew better, however sat down on the edge of Santana bed and looked up at her with those beseeching eyes.
"So why were you doing that?" Brittany asked, knowing well enough that it was an obvious answer, still wanting to hear it from Santana's mouth anyway. The reason Brittany was so intrigued wasn't because she was confused, but because she was shamelessly turned on by the whole situation. Her jeans were already tightening at the images in her head.
"Um, because I felt like it? I'm pretty sure it's just a thing people do Britt. It's not like I'm dating anyone, a girl's gotta get off somehow." She explained with a shrug, despite the way the blonde was now leering at her. With a look all too familiar. That alone turned the room from warm to uncomfortably hot.
"Yeah me too." Brittany said, averting her eyes back to the laptop with a thoughtful look. Now very aware of the growing hard on in her pants. "Maybe it'd help both of us, y'know, if we watched something like that." She offered, holding back a blush.
"What? Like.. together?" Santana asked, crinkling her eyebrows together. At first the thought made her uncomfortable, but when her eyes fell between her friends legs and saw her bulging arousal through her jeans, adrenaline pumped through her body like wildfire.
"Ok." Santana nodded, her voice hoarse. "Grab a chair then." She said, pointing over to one by a bigger desk for her school study.
Brittany took a second to register what was happening, but did as she was told and dragged up a chair next to Santana and sat down facing the empty computer screen. She kept a good few inches between their chairs, she didn't want to make Santana uncomfortable. Brittany couldn't help feeling a tingle of exhilaration about what they were doing. Ever since the bathroom incident, she'd been curious about what might happen next.
"So should we.. uh, should I you know.." Brittany stammered, looking down at her crotch then back up to Santana.
"Oh, if you want. I guess that's the point." Santana replied, suddenly feeling like an idiot for her lack of confidence and eloquence.
Brittany eagerly began to fumble with the button of her jeans, and although she was expecting it, Santana still felt her heart thud into her mouth. She watched as Brittany unzipped her fly and lifted her hips to slide down her pants, revealing a pair of boxer briefs with an obvious erection beneath the thin material.
Arousal once again shot between Santana's legs, and before she knew it she was tugging her shorts down to her ankles so that they both sat in just their underwear. She didn't dare look at Brittany incase her hormones exploded, and opened the internet history to find the previous site she'd been looking through.
She tentatively hovered over it before she clicked on it. She noticed Brittany's eyes widen just a bit at the images. It wasn't that she hadn't done it before, but the fact that she was doing it along side her best friend was both scary and exciting. Especially considering their recent past.
"You choose." Santana said, sliding the mouse over to Brittany.
Although Brittany didn't really want to be judged on her choice, she took the mouse anyway. She scrolled down a bit and to her they all pretty much looked the same, so she just clicked on one that looked promising and slid her hand into her underwear.
Truthfully Santana had already seen the one Brittany had picked, but didn't object, more interested in watching the girl beside her rather than the screen. She certainly knew which one was turning her on more. She looked down into Brittany's lap and watched her hand move beneath the material, stroking herself to full length.
"You can take them off." Santana said, her voice husky.
"Only if you do too." Brittany replied, eyes now flickering to her friends lap.
Santana swallowed thickly and nodded. She thumbed the edge of her panties and slowly began sliding them down. As she made this movement, Brittany followed, both watching the others movements with unblinking interest.
Santana almost forgot about the porn, way too focused on Brittany's huge cock and the way she stroked it. Her hand slid between wet folds and she gasped at the touch, eyes closing just for a second before falling back on Brittany's length. At this, Brittany felt a pang of arousal and began to stroke faster. Neither of them had their eyes on the screen.
"Go faster.." Santana breathed out, her voice ragged and filled with arousal. She knew she was getting close just from the way Brittany's cock grew bigger and the small noises of pleasure she made.
Brittany instantly began stroking herself as fast as she could, eyes still firmly planted between Santana's legs. But she wanted more, too.
"Finger yourself." Brittany said, cheeks now flushed and with each second her orgasm drew closer. But she wanted nothing more than to take the girl next to her and fuck her senseless until they both came. Yet, something inside of her was liking this. Possibly her masochistic side.
Santana impatiently slid two fingers in with ease and gripped the edge of the table with her free hand. She looked into Brittany's eyes as she began to fuck herself. Brittany looked back, the intense contact nearly enough to send her over the edge.
"I bet you wish you could be fucking me right now." Santana teased, exaggeratedly moaning as she slid in a third finger. Loving the way her friend whimpered in reaction.
"I'm so wet and tight. My pussy would feel so good around your big cock." She rasped, arching her back.
"Oh fuck. Don't tease." Brittany whined, head spinning as she remembered how good it really did feel.
"That's what you get for flirting with that girl." Santana said, voice slightly angry as she pumped her fingers furiously inside of herself.
"I'm sorry." Brittany gasped, beyond turned on at what Santana was doing to herself, wanting to make her feel even better.
"Good. Because if you do, you're not getting any of this." She hissed, clawing her own thigh with her free hand.
"I wont, fuck, I promise.." Brittany said, not caring how pathetic she really sounded. She was so close and she wanted nothing more than to lean forward and slide her cock into Santana's tight pussy. It was almost maddening.
"Please let me fuck you." Brittany begged, bucking her hips into her hands, watching as Santana completely lost herself to the sensation of her fingers pleasuring her pussy.
Santana would be lying if she said she didn't want is as much as her friend did. But the power she had over the blonde in that moment was too good to just throw away. The way Brittany begged for her was making her even wetter.
"Uh-uh, you've been bad. But since you're sorry..." Santana taunted, rolling her hips teasingly in Brittany's direction.
"Please.." Brittany begged again, breathlessly and desperately. "Come here." She pleaded, grabbing Santana's free wrist to pull her closer.
At first Santana was reluctant, but she was too horny now to bother resisting. They wanted this as much as the other. Santana let herself be pulled up, and straddled herself around Brittany's hips, teasing the tip of her rock hard cock against her slit, sliding back and forth.
"You're so sexy." Brittany husked, looking up at Santana, then let her eyes rake all over her magnificent body, finally down to her dripping core.
Santana leant forward and placed kisses against Brittany's neck, trailing them up to her ear to breathe hotly into it, while positioning her entrance over the tip of her friends throbbing head.
"Wait.. Santana. What about protec- fuck!" Brittany began, but was cut off when Santana slit herself onto her cock a few inches deep.
Santana smirked as Brittany's reaction. She loved seeing how flustered she got from being inside of her.
"I like feeling your cock raw." She whispered, sliding herself down the the base, moaning loudly. It still hurt, but at the same time it was the best thing she'd ever felt.
"Don't you like feeling how wet I am for you?" She teased, grinding her hips up and down in a smooth rhythm so that Brittany didn't have to do anything except watch herself slide in and out of Santana's gorgeous pussy.
"Mm, I love it so much, Santana." She groaned, gripping the girls hips to push her down harder with each thrust. "I fucking love how your tight pussy clenches around my cock."
Santana whimpered and wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck.
"I love it when you talk dirty." She said, nibbling against her shoulder, biting down when she thrust deeper.
"I know you do." Brittany said smugly, with the confidence she only got from when Santana was fucking her. It was hard not to get a big head when she started moaning helplessly at the teasingly slow rhythm.
"I see you looking at me like that, during class, at school, at lunch. You're such a slut, always thinking about my cock. Knowing how hard I get just thinking about fucking you." She husked, fastening her rhythm so that Santana was now grinding up and down against her so that she could slam herself harder inside of her.
"How jealous you get when I flirt with other girls. Don't think I don't notice it." She added when Santana growled in annoyance. Just to set her in her place, Brittany brought her hand down with a firm smack against her bare ass, then gripped it with both hands, ploughing into her pussy as fast as she could.
"Oh fuck! Britt!" Santana screamed, throwing her head back and quickening her rhythm in time with Brittany's.
Brittany smirked and dug her nails into Santana's firm ass, feeling how her insides gripped around her, eliciting a low grunt from the blonde who was now so close that she needed to speed things up, needing Santana to cum before she did. But by Santana's loud, restless reactions and movements, she knew it wouldn't be long.
"Ugh, you feel so fucking good." Brittany moaned, a sweat breaking on her forehead at the labouring efforts they were both putting in to get off. But it was more than worth it.
"Uh.. shit. Ba.. Britt. I'm so close." Santana gasped, feeling the muscles in her legs starting to convulse along with her pussy. Brittany knew how to fuck, somehow even though this was only the second time for both of them, it was like they knew each other's bodies inside and out.
"Oh, fuck! Santana!" Brittany yelped, barely holding onto her orgasm as she watched the girl take over, riding her cock expertly and grinding against a spot that she knew to be sensitive.
Brittany watched in awe as Santana took control, bouncing up and down on her dick. It was easily the sexiest thing Brittany had ever seen. Which made it extremely hard not to blow her load inside of her. In that moment she thought that they definitely needed to start using condoms so that it would have to be such a rush.
Thankfully, a few seconds later, she felt her cock being strangled by the convulsions of Santana's orgasm, looking up at her strained expression, listening to the way her moans filled the empty house, and most likely the neighbouring houses as well.
"Uh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Britt, stop I can't.. pull out!" Santana pleaded, feeling the coiling tighten. But before Brittany could, Santana saw a white hot flash and everything became dark. She wasn't even sure if her eyes were open or closed, but the next thing that happened shocked the both of them.
"Oh fuck! Santana.." Brittany moaned, feeling her cock being covered in a liquid she hoped wasn't hers.
"Oh my God!" Santana cried out, her entire body trembling in pleasure.
Brittany's eyes rolled back and she pulled out as quickly as she could, giving cock a few unneeded strokes, pouring herself out onto Santana's stomach.
Their rapid breathing mingled on each others skin are they rode out their intense orgasms. Brittany finally opened her eyes, to see a hot mess covering both Santana's stomach and her own thighs.
"Whoa.." She breathed out, experimentally touching the liquid drenched on her bottom half.
Santana practically collapsed down onto her, breathing hard against her neck, still clutching around her tightly. Her body jolting in the aftershocks.
"Well this might take a while to clean up." Brittany said, trying to be comical, but was still awestruck by the intensity of what had just occurred.
Santana sat up with just about all of the energy she could muster, looking down at the result of her orgasm in surprise. She didn't know whether to feel accomplished or embarrassed.
"San, I totally made you squirt!" Brittany flailed excitedly with a broad grin.
"I think you broke me." Santana joked, crawling off the girl and slumping back down in her seat, too exhausted to get dressed.
"Um, do you want some tissues or something?" Brittany asked, blushing at the mess she'd made on her stomach which was now running onto the seat and between Santana's thighs.
"Mm, whatever." Santana waved off, throwing her head back. Her heart still pounding in her chest as she tried to piece together what had just happened.
"Britt.." Santana began conversationally as the blonde began to wipe the cum off her stomach, not even realising that her friend was practically babying her at this point.
"My mom's out all week, and my dad had late shifts most nights." She suggested, catching her breath to finish her sentence. "Do you wanna like, you know. Maybe fucking live here for like, I dunno, ever?"
Brittany giggled softly at her friend and chucked the dirty tissues away and suddenly brought Santana into a tight hug.
"Do I even need to answer that?" She whispered, and they both knew that was a resounding yes.