Brittany let out a hot breath that puffed onto Santana's parted lips.
"Oh God," the brunette whimpered at the sensation, her whole body shuddering.
"Can't, or don't want to?" The blonde asked carefully, hoping desperately that she hadn't just overstepped the line with her new acquaintance.
Santana swallowed, her eyes screwed shut.
"Oh trust me, I want to." The brunette murmured. There was a pause when neither girl said anything and Santana slowly opened her eyes, her breath hitching as she met two pools of dark blue piercing into hers. Santana had seen that look before; the look of pure desire.
"Then what's the problem?" Brittany tilted her head, moving her lips to drag gently across Santana's jaw, lingering there for what felt like an eternity. "You do like girls, right?" she questioned curiously.
Santana nodded and whined at the feeling of the blonde's lips against her sensitive skin. "So much."
"I thought so," Brittany whispered. "I really like girls. They're so soft." She continued to drag her lips down, peppering light kisses along the brunette's neck.
Santana couldn't remember a time where she had been so aroused in her life. What was this girl doing to her? With other girls she was known for being the confident one when it came to the bedroom but Brittany had rendered her completely speechless.
A light buzzing from her bra made her jump and break apart from the blonde.
Brittany pouted, clearly a little disappointed at the interruption.
"Sorry, I-I better get this." Santana stuttered, running a hand through her hair.
The blonde girl watched closely as Santana pulled her phone out and swiped across the screen. The brunette's eyes widened as she read the text message.
"Is everything okay?" Brittany asked, concerned.
Santana opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She swallowed and bit down on her lip, looking flustered. She read the message again, letting it sink in.
Q: I saw you take that blonde bitch home with you. You better not be doing what I think you are, or the deal is over and your secret is out. Understood?
"I-I need to get ready for school tomorrow," Santana blurted out.
The blonde frowned and looked a little confused at the sudden turn of events.
"Oh, I see. That's okay, it's getting late anyway…" Brittany stood up and tugged the borrowed tank top down timidly.
"I'm sorry," The brunette said gently. "I'll see you at school?" she asked with anticipation. She really hoped that she hadn't completely screwed this up. At the very least, she wanted to be friends with Brittany.
"Sure," Brittany nodded. "Thanks for having me. I'll see myself out." She smiled softly and made her exit before Santana could say another word.
Santana threw her head back against the sofa and growled in frustration. She picked up her phone, tapping on the screen before holding it to her ear. She listened to the series of rings and then a voice answered.
"Hey you, I see you got my message?" Quinn said, sounding a tad smug.
"What the hell Q? Are you fucking spying on me or something?" She couldn't help herself. Santana was fuming. Yes they had made a deal, but this was getting ridiculous. Could she not do anything anymore without the blonde knowing about it?
Quinn chuckled. "Someone's a bit cranky. Perhaps you didn't get laid after all…" she trailed off.
Santana rolled her eyes and let out a big sigh.
"I didn't sleep with her. We were just hanging out!" she said, raising her voice.
"Calm down Santana."
"Calm down? You want me to calm down? How the hell did you know she came to my house? Are you watching my every move or something? Because that's some creepy shit Q." the brunette demanded.
"I have my ways," the blonde answered simply. "We made a deal Santana; no Cheerios apart from me."
Santana rolled her eyes in frustration and let out a sigh. "Nothing happened."
"But it would have done. If I hadn't sent you that message…"
Santana could not deny that, but she kept quiet. Quinn did not need to know what had almost happened.
"You don't know that…" the brunette trailed off.
Quinn scoffed through the phone. "You're kidding right? She's just your type."
Once again, Santana silently agreed with the blonde girl but said nothing. Brittany was definitely her type. Santana decided that it was time to move this conversation on; she needed to stay on the Head Cheerio's good side.
"So," Santana started. "Are your parents out?" she asked in her best sultry tone.
That seemed to do it.
"Yes, why?"
Santana smirked and stood up from her place on the sofa. She made her way up the staircase and pushed open the door to her room, firmly shutting it behind her. She leant her head back against the door.
"I think you know why."
No response.
"Q?" Santana checked that the other girl was still on the line.
"Yeah?" she whispered back.
Santana grinned mischievously and bit down on her bottom lip. "What are you wearing?"
She could hear Quinn's intake of breath on the other end and smiled knowingly.
"My-my Cheerios uniform… I haven't had time to get changed yet."
"Are you in your room?" Santana asked, walking over to her own bed and perching on the edge.
"Uhuh," the blonde replied. "Why?"
"Go to your bed and lie down." The brunette instructed.
"Wh-what?" Quinn stuttered.
"Do it."
Santana loved this new power she seemed to have over the blonde. Yes, Quinn knew her secret and yes, she could reveal it at any given moment if she wanted to. But this was something Santana knew how to do, something she was good at. She needed to use it to her advantage.
Santana listened carefully to the sounds being made on the other end of the phone, smirking to herself. She could hear faint creaks of bed springs as the other girl did as she was told, settling down on her bed.
"Comfty?" She smirked. This would be sure to shut the blonde girl up for a bit. "Now, I want you to do exactly what I tell you. Got it?" she demanded gently.
"Yes." The blonde girl whined, knowing exactly where this was going. Santana hadn't even started yet and she had never been so turned on in her life. The anticipation was killing her. She'd almost completely forgotten about that stupid new girl Bri- ugh, Brittany. That was her name, she'd spoken to Coach Sue and got the low down on her. She seemed harmless enough but she knew Santana's weakness. Plus, if she was honest, she was enjoying having the Latina all to herself.
"I want you to take your Cheerios top off. Then your bra."
Quinn's breath hitched at the tone of Santana's voice. How had she never noticed how sexy she sounded before? The blonde girl followed the instructions and looked down at her half-naked self. She waited for Santana to continue.
"Good girl," she grinned, knowing exactly how those two simple words would affect the blonde. "Now, as much as I love seeing you in that delightful Cheerios skirt… it needs to go."
Quinn bit down on her lip at the brunette's words and lifted her hips up, sliding the skirt down and off.
"What panties have you got on?" she husked down the phone. Originally, this phone conversation was purely meant to keep Quinn quiet but Santana couldn't deny that this was getting her all hot and bothered.
Quinn looked down at herself and whimpered, wondering whether to make something up. She decided on the truth. "They're blue. With little hearts on." She blushed.
Santana let out a moan at this piece of information. "God, that's so hot. Touch them," she paused. "Are they wet?"
Quinn did as she was told and trailed her hand down her body slowly, her fingertips brushing against damp cotton. She nodded, letting out another whimper before realising that Santana couldn't see her.
"Yes."
"Fuck,"The brunette swivelled herself onto her bed so she was laid back too. She slid her hand down into her shorts, touching herself where she needed it the most. She wasn't going to deny herself an easy orgasm now the opportunity for one had presented itself.
Quinn listened intently to Santana on the other end. She kept her hand pressed between her thighs and grew impatient when nothing else was said.
"Santana? What shall I do next?" she whispered.
"Take them off. Nice and slow."
Quinn did just that, now laid completely naked on her bed, panting softly.
"I want you to touch your nipples. Make sure you do it gently. I know how sensitive they are…" she grinned.
The blonde girl let out a soft moan as her free hand started to flick and stroke her pink nipples. She felt them pebble under her touch and closed her eyes, thinking about when Santana had spent so much time worshipping her there.
"That feel good Q? I bet you're absolutely dripping for me, aren't you?" she husked, sliding her own fingers across her clit and rubbing in tight circles.
"Uhuh." Quinn whimpered.
"Now, I want you to touch yourself," she commanded. "Just your clit to start with, don't be too greedy Q."
Quinn arched her hips up as her fingers met her swollen clit. "Oh my God…"
Santana continued to touch herself, the image of the blonde Head Cheerio clear in her head. She knew the other girl must be close from the panting she could hear. "Mmm, you naughty girl." She husked, knowing exactly how the words would affect her.
Quinn let out a sharp gasp and a guttural moan, her body arching and her toes curling as her orgasm rippled through her body.
Santana listened intently to the sounds on the other side of the phone and sped up her hand movements, feeling herself close to breaking. She closed her eyes and an image of a different blonde began to take over her mind without warning.
Sunshine hair. Piercing blue eyes. Soft pink lips dragging over tanned skin. Brittany.
And with that, Santana was gone. Her whole body shook as she rode out the most powerful orgasm she had ever given herself.
As she came down from her high, her eyes flickered open. She wasn't sure what had just happened, but she felt her heart start to accelerate as a rush of panic took over her. She did the only thing she could think to do at that moment and swiped her thumb across the screen of her phone, hanging up.