Santana shifted in her sleep and her eyelids slowly fluttered open. Rather than panicking, she contently sighed into Brittany's neck and snuggled closer. She realised that the room was now dark and that it was six o'clock according to Brittany's blues clues digital clock.
"Mmph, Britts.." She mumbled, nudging her head into Brittany's cheek.
The taller girl roused and yawned, smiling when she felt the warmth of Santana bundled next to her. Somehow it seemed that their bodies were made to fit into one another. Their legs were tangled and their hair was a mess, but the blonde wouldn't rather wake up any other way.
"I don't wanna get up." Brittany grumbled defiantly, spreading her fingers along Santana's back and absently traced random shapes over her shirt. She loved feeling how soft and warm the girl felt against her so tightly.
"But your mom will be home soon." Santana reminded, still not moving from her position.
Brittany giggled softly and craned her neck.
"Your lips tickle." She whined adorably, pressing her head to her shoulder, but was blocked by the top of Santana's head. The Latina smirked and placed quick, teasing kisses along Brittany's neck and the crook between her shoulder.
"Ahhh, stop it!" Brittany said in a high pitched, playful tone, making no effort to push Santana away.
"Oh, so you're ticklish?" Santana asked, her eyebrow raising dangerously.
Before Brittany could reply, a stealth attack of torturously moving fingers grabbed at her ribs. She screamed out and wriggled desperately against the touch.
"Y-you're so mean!" She said between strained laughter, trying to push Santana's hands away.
"Aww." Santana stopped, propping her body up to look Brittany in the eye wearing a lopsided smile. Whether forced out or not, she couldn't help but love hearing her friends laughter. It was like music to her ears.
After a few seconds of staring intently into one another's eyes, faces having just moved an inch closer they were brought out of the stupor by a loud ringing noise. Santana jumped and groaned. She rolled out of the bed and ran to her bag, taking out her cell phone.
"Hello?" She answered, hyperaware of Brittany still staring at her, smirking at her dishevelled hair and clothing. She poked her tongue out at her and realised it was her mother on the other end.
"Yes. I'm at Brittany's." She said, rolling her eyes, sitting back down on the bed, her back facing Brittany.
"Mmhm. Yep." She replied, barely listening. It was then she practically jumped out of her skin when she felt a presence close behind her and two hands and legs wrap around her in a spooning position. She swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the prodding bulge pressing against her lower back.
"Yeh, I-I'll be home soon." She stammered, breath hitching. God this was not fair.
Santana bit her lip as she felt Brittany place soft kissed up her neck and to her ear. She suppressed a noise of pleasure and had completely tuned out from her phone conversation. That was until she heard her mum yelling down on the other end to gain her attention.
"Yes! I'm here. I'm just.. distracted. Look I'll be home soon ok, I have to go." Santana begged, feeling a burn between her legs that was all too familiar thanks to Brittany's little teasing game she had going on behind her, and shit was it turning her on. It made her realise what almost happened a few hours ago.
Finally she hung up the millisecond she said goodbye and threw her phone across the room, not caring that it landed on the floor and not her bag. She swung around and in one swift move straddled Brittany's hips and pinned her wrists above her head.
"That wasn't very nice." She taunted, suggestively grinding her hips against an ever growing bulge.
"You can't keep that thing away from me, can you?" Santana said, referring to Brittany's growing erection poking between her thighs.
"It likes you." Brittany said, shrugging, feigning nonchalance when really she'd just suddenly become more horny than she had expected. Santana tended to do that to her.
"It just likes my pussy." Santana said, her voice both joking and husky with seduction.
"And your mouth. It loves your mouth." Brittany assured in a formal matter as if they were discussing homework.
"Oh? Why does it love my mouth?" Santana asked, a wicked idea popping into her head. Brittany could practically see the wheels turning and realised that today she wasn't going to be so in charge. Yet for some reason, she was completely ok with that. Probably because right now Santana was on top of her and she looked fucking sexy.
"Because it feels amazing, and you're so good." Brittany emphasised, bucking her hips for attention that she so desperately craved.
"So you like when I suck your cock, huh?" Santana asked, reaching out a hand to softly smooth over Brittany's bulge, realising just how hard it was already. Brittany whimpered audibly and writhed against the sheets.
"And when you swallow all my cum." Brittany added breathlessly.
"Such dirty words. Someone's excited." Santana furthered, grabbing ahold of Brittany's erection from beneath her loose pants. Brittany gasped and her cheeks flushed. A shot of arousal went straight through her body. She tried grinding into Santana's hand, but this only prompted for the Latina to tut and take her hand away, causing Brittany to groan in annoyance.
"It's not all about you, you know?" Santana stated firmly. "I can see how excited you are. But I bet you wanna know if I am too." She said, knowing full well that she was soaking through her panties already.
"I bet you wish you could feel how wet I am." Santana said in a raspy voice, cupping herself through her own loose pants.
Brittany looked between her friends thighs in awe and watched unblinkingly as Santana began to press into herself, purposely teasing her with little moans of delight as she hit the right spot. Brittany felt her cock twitch and she knew the sight alone could make her cream her pants.
"Do you wanna touch me?" Santana asked, starting a grinding rhythm against her hand.
Brittany nodded eagerly and waited for approval impatiently. She didn't know how much longer she could take. A surge of relief and a new jolt of excitement struck her body when Santana grabbed her hand, replacing her own with Brittany's. Brittany sucked in her lip and explored her folds through too many layers. Without warning, she slid her hand easily beneath the waistband and dipped into Santana's panties. They both gasped at the sensation.
"Wet enough for you?" Santana asked knowingly, smirking at Brittany's awe struck features as she searched through her slick folds with her smooth, long fingers.
"Fuck yes." Brittany groaned, suddenly sliding a fingers inside of Santana, earning a high pitched yelp. Santana fell forward into Brittany's neck and wrapped her arms around her head.
"More." Santana moaned, bucking her hips against one teasing finger.
Brittany complied and slid a second finger into Santana's tightness. She was so wet that she could manage a third finger, stretching her wider.
"Oh, shit." Santana husked, nibbling Brittany's earlobe. "Fuck me baby. Please, your fingers feel so good in my pussy." Santana pleaded helplessly grinding her hips to fasten the rhythm like a girl possessed.
"Santana, you're so tight." Brittany whimpered, her cock now painfully throbbing between their stomachs now pressed together.
"Keep going, faster." Santana instructed, eyes rolling back as she started to tighten with her impending orgasm. "Oh fuck. I want your cock." She whined, wanting both of them to experience this blissful feeling.
"And you'll get it. Right after you cum on my fingers." Brittany said, wondering how she managed to have such self control when all she wanted to do was pull down her pants and fuck Santana senseless. But this was even more satisfying. She had even more control now that she could manipulate Santana with her fingers without fear of blowing her load every ten seconds. Plus, without the intense pleasure blurring her vision she could now see every reaction, hear every moan and it was beautiful.
"I can feel you getting tighter." Brittany breathed, feeling a pair of teeth clamp down on her shoulder as Santana began to convulse.
"Oh God, don't stop. Please don't stop, I'm gonna cum. All over your fingers baby, keep going." Santana moaned, riding Brittany's fingers while she ploughed relentlessly into her pussy. A few more urgent thrusts sent her over the edge, muffling a scream in Brittany's shoulder, letting out strangled moans as her body lit on fire with pleasure. She rode each wave out, jolting each time, gasping and murmuring incoherent words until she came down, collapsing limply against Brittany, both of their chests heaving and hearts thumping.
"B, that was amazing. I've never come like that before, it felt so good." She said, catching her breath.
Brittany smiled proudly and brought her drenched fingers into her mouth, licking off every last remnant of cum. Santana felt another jolt of arousal just watching Brittany taste her, she lunged forward into a sloppy kiss, tasting herself impatiently on Brittany's tongue, moaning as she sucked on her tongue and relished in the sweet, salty essence.
When Santana lifted her head up, she read the time and swore loudly, rolling off the bed in a panic. Brittany frowned and watched Santana frantically pack her things.
"What are you doing?" She asked in concern and frustration. After all she was rock hard, verging on blue balling.
"I'm so sorry Britt. I said I'd be home like half an hour ago, my parents will kill me." She explained desperately, feeling terrible for leaving her friend hanging after she'd just given her a mind blowing orgasm.
"Sannn!" Brittany whined, almost on the verge of tears as her throbbing erection begged for relief.
"Britt, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise." Santana said in a rushed voice, throwing her bag over her back, crawling onto the bed to look Brittany in the eye, instantly feeling horrible when seeing her sulky expression.
"I'd stay, I really would. But I wont be allowed over if I'm dead. You'll have to use your hand this time, sorry babe. I promise I'll give you an amazing blowjob whenever you want." Santana promised, watching Brittany brighten slightly.
She leant over and kissed her softly on the lips, blushing when they parted, realising the intimacy of the notion. But she couldn't help it, she loved Brittany's sweet lady kisses.
"I'll see you later, kay?" She asked softly, leaning up on her knees.
"Kay." Brittany replied, giving a warm smile that melted Santana's heart, making her not want to leave.
But, she had no choice. She left with a sense of guilt, knowing if it was her left hanging she'd be really, really pissed off. She was thankful for Brittany's easily forgiving nature. It made her wish her parents were the same, because when she got home, her mom was not happy. Santana tried to sneak through the door, but her mother had eyes like a hawk and caught her within seconds.
"Santana Lopez. Get in this kitchen right now." She heard her mother demand. Santana sighed and hung her head, shuffling towards her doom.
"I said be home by seven, and what time is it now?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Eight." Santana mumbled, rolling her eyes.
"Eight o'clock on a school night. You're lucky I let you stay as long as you did. Honestly I think you're spending too much time with Brittany. Whatever happened to Noah? He was such a nice boy." Her mother drawled with a whimsical expression.
Santana scoffed in disgust. "Yeah, the kind of nice that cheats and gets girls pregnant. We were never dating anyway. He's an ass."
"Watch your language!" She scolded, stepping closer to her daughter making her prominent features more noticeable. She was the same height as Santana, but was slightly darker skinned and more exotic looking. Mostly they were a spitting image. Except Maria Lopez was a prime example of the reason for Santana's bitchy behaviour. As they say, like mother like daughter.
"I don't want you going over to that girls house for a while. You need to be studying, and for God's sake spend some time around other people. It's not healthy to only have one friend. What about Quinn?" She continued, but Santana hadn't gotten past the fact that she'd just said no seeing Brittany. For some reason the thought of that sent a sharp pang into her stomach.
"Quinn's different now. We're not friends like we used to be. You can't stop me from seeing Brittany just because you think it's 'unhealthy'. She's my friend and I'll see her when I want." Santana demanded defiantly, pursing her lips tightly.
"I am your mother and you'll do what I say. Do you want me to get your father into this? I bet your Abuela would have a thing or two to say to you. You will be grounded for the next week and you'll spend two hours a day studying and doing your homework. Is that understood?" She shot, her voice challenging.
Santana wanted to scream and chuck a tantrum. But she bit back her rage and nodded stiffly adding an uncommitted 'yes' through gritted teeth before storming up to her room, slamming her door shut. She groaned into her pillow and let out her anger for a minute before grabbing her phone, texting Brittany, knowing it was the only thing that would calm her down.
My moms being a bitch
she grounded me for a week
what the fuck?
Are you ok? Are you pissed at me?
xxxx
She sent the message and lay back on her bed thinking deeply until her phone buzzed next to her.
Wat? That sux! :(
im fine, not mad,
just sexually frustrated
=[
no fun on my own
xxxx
Santana chuckled and rolled her eyes. She did still feel bad about leaving Brittany and wondered how she was going to make it up to her if she couldn't see her outside of school for the next week.
I'm sorry hun
Just pretend I'm there ;)
Winky faces always cured things. Santana thought, smirking as she waited eagerly for a reply, finding this whole sexting idea very interesting all of a sudden.
I'm imagining you sucking me off
your mouth feels so good
watching you take my whole length
I'm stroking my cock right now
too bad u had to leave :P
id fuck you so hard
id make u cum all over my dick
Santana's eyes bulged at the message, making her all hot and bothered. She smirked and re read it, sliding her fingers beneath her panties, searching for her clit and gasping as she rubbed it and typed with one hand.
You're so naughty, B
making me all wet again
wait until tomorrow babe
im gonna suck you off
want me to suck your cock in class?
I bet you'd fucking love it
Santana knew it would be risky, but she found the fantasy way too hot to ignore and almost came as she sent the message, feeling her orgasm approach. A second later, her phone rang and a smirk crept up her lips as she answered breathily.
"Hello?" She said coyly.
"Do you mean it?" Brittany's voice came from the opposite end, just as strained as hers.
"Duh. I'll swallow your cum so no one will ever know. Unless you don't think you could take it, I'd get it if you wanna back out." Santana teased, knowing just how to get her friend to comply.
"Oh no way. That's so hot, S. You know what I'm doing right now?" She asked, her voice getting higher as she spoke, her breathing more laboured.
"The same as me?" Santana teased, rubbing her swollen clit, letting out a strangled moan to confirm Brittany's suspicions.
"Oh God I wish you were here." Brittany whined, furiously stroking her cock, just hearing Santana's voice brought her closer. "I'm gonna cum, San." She whimpered.
"Me too. Ugh, you're so hot baby, I wish you could be here so you could cum all over me. Do you wanna cum on me, Britt?" Santana said, feeling her first twitch, signalling her orgasm. She groaned loudly and muffled it through gritted teeth, not wanting her mom to hear.
"Uh huh." Brittany whined, picturing her jizz all over Santana's stomach and her tits. "Oh fuck I'm cumming." She announced in a high pitched whine as white hot liquid shot out all over her clothes and yet she couldn't find it in her to care at that moment, listening to Santana's simultaneous orgasm and breathy, muffled moans.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Britt. I'm cumming too, I wanna cum all over your big dick. Oh shit!" She husked as her body exploded into a shuddering orgasm. She muffled choked moans and came violently, wishing it could be with Brittany. Yet hearing her on the other end was a new and erotic experience which immensely turned her on.
"Mmm, shit that was good. You know you're hot right?" Santana breathed, delirious and sedated. She'd be having an early night.
"Not as hot as you. But now I've got jizz all over me." Brittany sulked, just thankful that she was wearing old, daggy clothes.
"That's kind of hot." Santana husked, biting her lip, still horny from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Mm, too bad you can't lick it off, huh?" Brittany said teasingly.
"Damn my stupid mother." Santana groaned angrily.
Brittany chuckled and they eased into a content conversation until Santana heard someone coming upstairs. So eventually she hung up and sighed. She honestly couldn't believe where her relationship with Brittany had gotten. But at the same time, she was fucking thankful because it was the hottest thing ever and she totally wouldn't give it up for anything. She just wondered how they'd get through the week alive.