Ok guys, here's a chapter. It's like 1am and I have to be up tomorrow because I'm going on a holiday with the family to Europe. I'll be gone for five weeks, which means I probably wont be able to update :( so I thought, fuck, these guys are awesome so I need to give them something. I know I've taken ages to update, mostly because I'm a lazy bitch, I'll admit. But, I hope you enjoy this and review. Love you :)
First period was a killer the next day. Of course it had to be the only class that Brittany and Santana didn't actually have together, and after the previous night, they were both overcome with anticipation. Despite Brittany not being in her class, a certain familiar face was. Santana scowled in Juliet's direction the entire hour, hoping that if she glared long enough her eyes could burn holes in the back of her head.
As the bell rang, Santana jogged to the front of the classroom and roughly grabbed Juliet's arm and spun her around. The younger brunette went to object, but when seeing her pursuer her expression turned hard. However, the doppelganger couldn't quite live up to the original, and Santana's scowl was far more intimidating and shut her up immediately.
"I'm going to tell you this once, and it won't be pretty if I have to remind you. Stay away from Brittany." She said sternly, making sure she made each word as clear as she possibly could to get it through the girls thick head. Juliet, equally as stubborn the girl in front of her stood her ground and quirked her eyebrow.
"Oh yeah? You think you can scare me? Well go on, do something." She challenged, knowing that the Latina couldn't exactly do much in the middle of a classroom where it was getting emptier by the second. Santana bit her tongue to keep from verbally abusing Juliet and instead counted to ten before giving her a calmer response.
"Don't push me." She warned, stepping closer, leering down at the smaller girl. "I don't know who you think you are, but you and your herpes infested cunt can fuck off, because Britt's my girl and she doesn't want you." Santana replied, the anger in her tone rising now as the girl continued to push her limits. Now she understood the term about blood boiling, because she literally felt like her body was about to explode along with her rage.
"Oh, so that's why she texted me last night saying how badly she wants to fuck me?" Juliet husked smugly, leaving Santana stunned into silence. Juliet gave an eerily familiar tight lipped smile before stalking off, tossing Santana a shit eating grin over her shoulder as she walked out of sight.
Brittany was putting some books in her locker when suddenly the metal door slammed shut. She jumped in shock and turned to notice Santana looking as if she were about to rip someone's head off. Brittany wearily took a step back and eyed Santana cautiously.
"We need to talk." Santana said in a hushed voice, each word dripping with a promise of something very bad to come. Brittany could tell by the deep swirling in her eyes that somehow seemed darker than usual. Before she could even reply, Brittany found herself dragged into a nearby empty classroom. Any thoughts concerning getting in trouble for skipping class were gone the minute Santana pressed her body hard up against her own.
"S-Santana? What's wrong?" Brittany questioned in a shaky voice, trying to ignore the tingling between her legs and the familiar stiffening of a certain member. But Santana's intentions were obvious as her thigh pressed between her legs into her groin. Brittany withheld a gasp, biting down on her lip.
"I talked to that slut, Juliet." Santana seethed. Even the name tasted bitter on her tongue. Brittany remained quiet, anticipating what was to inevitably come. "She told me you texted her last night, saying how badly you want to fuck her." Santana couldn't control herself any longer. Whatever it was causing her to be so angry at Brittany now took over, she'd always been possessive over the blonde, but never to this extent.
"What?" Brittany exclaimed in outrage. "She's lying!" She blurted out, realising a few seconds after that Santana hadn't believed a word of it. So she tried again.
"Santana I didn't say anything. I don't know what you said to her, but I never sent that. I don't even want to date her, I just thought she was kinda hot. That's all." Brittany expressed honestly. She'd lost interest in the younger girl ever since she and Santana had started having sex. Because really, why would she need someone else to please her when Santana was so good at it?
"A likely story. How am I supposed to believe you?" Santana asked daringly. Her voice had lowered an octave, and her eyes fluttered with the intent she'd usually enforce when trying to seduce someone. Brittany couldn't hide the fact that it turned her on, she only hoped she could muster the willpower not to get hard so easily, but to no avail. Clearly her body had other intentions.
"I don't want her." Brittany reassured, realising how husky her voice was all of a sudden. Santana was so close, her body rubbing against her own. It was maddening, she didn't know if she could hold off much longer, especially after her promise over the phone.
"Then tell me who you want." Santana breathed into her ear, her breath hot and filled with innuendo. Brittany stiffened, realising that this situation had turned around on her, and that this time she was the one being forced to admit who she wanted. Santana knew she had her wrapped around her finger.
"Isn't it obvious?" Brittany asked, her voice ragged. Before Santana could question her, she looked down to notice an evident bulge protruding out from her friends jeans. Santana smirked at how easy Brittany was and used this situation to further punish her for no rational reason other than the fact that she liked to be a bitch.
"You really can't keep it in your pants, can you?" Santana continued. Brittany whimpered and bit her lip. She felt a little embarrassed, but mostly just really horny. She would never admit it, but angry Santana was a total turn on. She could totally be cool with some angry, hot sex, even if she did have to submit.
Brittany complied, shaking her head. She shamelessly thrust forward, prodding herself between Santana's legs for any kind of friction. She was throbbing and wanted nothing more than to take the Latina right there against the wall.
"Oh no. It's not going to be that easy." Santana teased, raising her eyebrow. Brittany gave her a sad pout, but Santana ignored her cute charm and brushed it off. She'd win this little game, she was going to make sure Brittany never even so much as thought about the younger girl again.
"San.." Brittany whined in protest. "This isn't fair. You can't leave me hanging, twice!" She exaggerated, her voice hot and breathy barely an inch from Santana's lips. She could have given in, they were already skipping class and sure to get into trouble anyway. Though, it's not like Santana hasn't skipped before. She always had an excuse.
"I don't think you deserve it." Santana said smugly, cocking an eyebrow.
"I promise I didn't say anything to her babe." Brittany said in a cutesy tone, easily ready to charm her prey. "Why would I want her when I've got you? You're amazing." Brittany emphasised.
Santana pretended to consider her words, despite the swell of smug pride that shot through her, knowing she could get the blonde so worked up. She had her exactly where she wanted her.
"I want you to tell Juliet to fuck off and to stop trying to get with you. If you do that-" She leaned into Brittany ear and whispered seductively, "I promise I'll let you do whatever you want to me." Brittany shuddered. She'd tell the girl she was a slut in front of the whole school for Santana to just stop teasing her. But it wasn't just that she wanted sex, or whatever. She genuinely didn't care about Juliet and her existence was becoming nothing but an unnecessary cock block.
"Ok. You know I only want you." Brittany reassured, nuzzling her nose into the crook of Santana's neck. Santana grinned excitedly before softly pushing Brittany back, giving her some much needed space. Despite her holding off, she wasn't the only one that was turned on. It was just lucky for her it didn't show.
"I'll see you at lunch." Santana said in a sultry voice, leaving a breathless Brittany hanging as she swayed her hips out of the classroom. Brittany watched from the waist down, biting her lip. There was no way in hell she could go to class with a fucking hard-on. She groaned under her breath and for the second time due to Santana, had to get herself off.
Not that it took her very long. It was actually surprisingly quick to relieve herself. She showed up to lunch slightly less sexually frustrated, which all but shattered when she sat down next to Santana. Brittany swore the girl was trying to kill her. With Santana's creeping hand on her thigh, she wasn't very hungry after all.
Brittany pretended to be unfazed. She couldn't risk a public boner, that would be far too humiliating. She subtly laid her hand on top of Santana's and guided it back to her own lap. She shot the Latina a pleading, but pointed look. Before Santana could respond, a familiar face appeared across from them and Santana did not like the way she was looking at Brittany, yet again. Her similar brown orbs hungry with lust for the blonde across the table. As if she had a chance.
Santana raised her eyebrows at Brittany and nudged her eagerly. Brittany snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat, ignoring all arousal as she tilted her head up to face Juliet. If Brittany hated anything, it was being mean and confrontation, and now she had to do both. She sighed, resisting rolling her eyes at what she was about to do all for the sake of Santana's jealousy.
"Look." Brittany began assertively. The younger girls smug smirk faltered into a confused look as she waited for what was to come. She couldn't help but glance at Santana who wore her best mischievous grin. Whatever was to come, that sure told her it wouldn't be good.
"You can't talk to me anymore. I don't like you like that and you need to back off." Brittany said, mimicking the tone she'd heard from Santana so many times before. It felt foreign and odd coming from her own mouth, but she knew it would be worth it. She repeated the words in her head like a mantra 'I'll do whatever you want'. Brittany shuddered and came back into reality to shoot Juliet a stern look.
The girl turned to Santana accusingly, sending her a glare that was only shot back twice as bitterly. She stood up, her chair screeching angrily as she did. As she stormed off, she gave a look over her shoulder at Santana that read 'this isn't over'. Santana sneered at her. Not if she could help it.
"That was hot." Santana husked approvingly into Brittany's ear, who in turn, shuddered at the warm breath against her skin.
Brittany grinned, turning conscpicuosly to whisper into Santana's ear. "Now, I remember you promising that I get to do what I want with you." She rasped, noticing the way Santana's breath hitched and became even more excited.
"So, what do you want?" Santana asked with a sly smirk, ready to please her friend in any way possible.
"I want you to do what you said last night. I want you to suck me off in class." Brittany said, as if it were a challenge. She knew if she made it sound like she wouldn't believe Santana would do it, that her stubborn Latina mentality would kick in and she'd be forced to give in. The idea of it was hot, no doubt. But she'd be embarrassed for the rest of her life if she was caught sucking off her friend in class. Not to mention, Brittany's 'secret' would get out.
Brittany noticed the slight hesitation and used it to her advantage. "Or you know, whatever. If you're too scared you'll get caught I'll just have to get off myself." She shrugged.
Santana wasn't stupid, she was aware of the game Brittany was playing with her mind, and if she weren't do damn turned on by it, she'd tell her to fuck off. But, as always, her libido won over her common sense. After all she'd do anything to please Brittany, and she couldn't deny she'd love to see her try to mask her reaction. If this was how it was going to be, Santana was going to make it worth it.
"Of course I'll do it. Unless you're too scared you wont be able to take it and scream my name out to the whole classroom. I mean, that'd be totally hot but you're going to have to be quiet if you don't want us to get caught." Santana said, throwing the comment back at her defensively. She needed to keep her pride in tact. Which seemed ironic considering she was agreeing to blow her friend in class.
Brittany was transparent with her attempt to mask her excitement. For the rest of lunch they engaged in playful looks and teasing touches. Santana made sure to work Brittany up so that she would practically be begging for it. As soon as the bell went, the blonde shot up so fast many people gave her odd looks. Santana merely laughed in amusement and followed after her friend to Spanish.
They were first in, ready to steal the spot in the back corner. Santana warded off anyone who dared to sit next to them with a dangerous glare, almost growling when one girl missed this and went to sit by her. She ended up sitting as far away as possible. Finally, the room filled and Mr Schuester arrived and began the lesson. Usually Santana sat and counted the endless mistakes he'd make, but this lesson she couldn't keep her thoughts off Brittany. Out of the corner of her eye she saw slight movement, so she curiously looked over.
Brittany was looking at her seductively, impatiently palming the bulge in her pants. Santana knew this would almost be possible to pull off, but fuck, Brittany looked so hot making herself hard. She tentatively looked to the front of the room, and as Mr Shue turned to write something on the board, she shuffled her desk closer to Brittany's, so that they were connected. When he turned back around, he hadn't seemed to notice.
Turn around, motherfucker. Santana internally begged. Again, when he did, she seized the moment to slide her hand over Brittany's crotch, flicking her hand away to grope at the hard appendage. She bit her lip to keep from breathing too hard and Brittany sucked in a sharp breath and clenched her fists on top of the table.
Santana didn't waste time pulling Brittany's dick out of it's confines to stroke it to full length. Her pace was slow, teasingly so. But also because she didn't want to be caught. Mr Shue turned around, apparently writing out a paragraph from a text book, so Santana took this as her moment.
She quickly lowered her lips to the head of Brittany's throbbing cock. Taking in barely an inch, swirling her tongue for effect. It twitched and Brittany sucked air through her nose, trying to keep from whimpering. Santana knew it wasn't the time to be teasing, despite how fun that would be. She looked up at Brittany, who glanced down, making eye contact. Her eyes were dark blue and glazed over with arousal. Simply put, she looked fucking sexy.
Santana groaned softly, muffling the noise by taking half of Brittany's length into her mouth. Never tiring of the stretching girth, or the way the head prodded at the back of her throat. She resisted the urge to choke, coming back up so that she could start a rhythm. Brittany was biting her lip so hard that the thought she might tear through it. She kept a watch on her classmates and Mr Shue, willing her eyes not to roll into the back of her head at this amazing sensation. She brought a hand down to weave through Santana's hair, pushing her down further, thrusting her hips up. Santana loved it when Brittany did that, so she eagerly swallowed as much of the length as she could, slowly easing her way down the entire eight inches.
She squeezed her eyes shut and felt her head being tugged up roughly. Brittany hissed something inaudible and pretended to be writing. Santana took the hint, her heart pounding to find an excuse. So she pretended to be picking up a dropped pen and sat up straight with the most innocent expression she could muster.
Mr Shue was facing the class again, questioning one of the students. Santana peered over to Brittany, smirking at how flustered her cheeks were and basked in the ragged breaths that only she could hear. Once again, the teacher turned away and within a second Santana's mouth was wrapped around Brittany's cock.
She impatiently bobbed up and down, desperate to quickly get her off. Brittany's eyes widened at the surprising force and speed, unexpectedly her body jolted and she gripped the table. Luckily no one noticed, and she again tugged at Santana's hair, this time in desperate need to come. She could tell that it wouldn't be much longer now, she just prayed Mr Shue would stay turned around.
"I'm close." Brittany whispered hoarsely. She canted upwards and Santana sped up, sucking harder, sliding her tongue against the sensitive skin, circling the head. With that, Brittany lost it. Her eyes widened so far she was sure if she didn't scream out that they would pop from her head. But somehow she managed to muffle the cries of pleasure within her death grip in Santana's hair. She shot a huge load, more than usual because of the circumstance making her even hornier.
Her cum shot out in thick, endless ropes. Santana could barely take it all in her mouth, she swallowed at much as she could, milking Brittany's jizz from her throbbing cock. She choked quietly coming up for air as some of the liquid oozed down her chin. Just looking at her, Brittany almost came again. Making sure once more that no one was looking, she leant down and licked the jizz from Santana's chin, kissing her deeply and sloppily just for a few seconds before pulling away and making themselves look innocent.
Brittany hid her satisfied dick back in her pants and sighed in relief. She was still reeling in the post orgasmic bliss. Santana could still taste Brittany in her mouth and found it a huge turn on. The whole ordeal had made her extremely wet, so much so that she was scared to stand up incase if had soaked through her spanx and onto the chair. When the bell rang, both girls were the first to leave, bolting to Santana's car through fits of girlish giggles.
"I can't believe we got away with that." Santana said, laughing incredulously as she started the engine and pulled out of the carpark.
"Me either." Brittany admitted, her voice soft and filled with awe. "it was so worth the risk." She added, eliciting a hum of agreement from Santana who couldn't wipe the smile off her face.
"Screw my mom, this is going to be a week we wont forget." Santana said as she pulled up at Brittany's house to let the girl out. She'd have stayed if it weren't for her Goddamn mother forcing her to come home straight away.
Brittany's eyes lit up with excitement. As she unbuckled her seatbelt, she leant over and placed a tender, yet chaste kiss on Santana's lips, leaving the Latina with a whipped smile on her face, the kind they have in those cheesy chick flicks. Weirder yet, she didn't even care.