It felt like it took forever to get to Brittany's house. So many times, Santana was tempted to just pull over and take Brittany right there in her car.
However, now that Santana is straddling the blonde in her room, making out furiously, she can't help but feel nervous. She wants to pleasure her girlfriend so badly, but what if she sucks? She has never done this with another girl before. Everyone knows that Brittany is an extremely sexual being. What if she doesn't want Santana anymore if she can't...provide?
"Hey, what are you thinking so hard about?" Brittany asks, picking up on the Latina's hesitation.
"I'm just nervous. I've never done this before. What if I suck?" Santana admits, looking away.
Brittany quickly fixes that by softly grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet her eyes. "First of all, I'm pretty sure you won't have to do much to make me come, because I'm so fucking horny." She smirks as Santana blushes. "Second of all, it's your first time, and I understand. You think I was amazing at it my first time? You'll get better, although I have a feeling you'll be a natural." The blonde's expression changes from playful to serious. "And third, even if you never get better, that won't matter to me. We can still have fun. Plus, I'll be happy with just making you feel good."
Santana doesn't know what to say. Would Brittany really be willing to give up something so big for her? The thought makes her heart swell and gives her hope that maybe, just maybe, Brittany loves her back. "I-I," Santana stutters. She clears her throat very unsexily before regaining her composure and putting on her bedroom eyes. It both excites and intimidates Brittany how she can switch so quickly. "Well then, I guess I'd better be good at this. Do you have any helpful tips?"
The blonde smirks again, then leans in to whisper hotly, "Do you ever masturbate, San?"
Just like that, it feels like the temperature in the room increases by 20 degrees. "Ummm."
"It's exactly like what you do to yourself, except to me."
Brittany's breath tickles her ear, and then she starts kissing down Santana's neck, sucking and nipping and licking but not enough to leave a bruise. "Ohh," the brunette moans softly. Her eyes flutter shut as she stops thinking and just feels, completely giving in to what the blonde is doing to her. The way her lips feel on her skin, her hand crawling up under her shirt, her teeth dragging down to her collarbone. When Santana feels fingers playing with her bra, she quickly pulls back and catches Brittany's arm, taking it out from beneath her shirt.
"What?" Brittany asks innocently.
Glaring at her, Santana grabs both her wrists, quickly pinning them up above her head. "You were totally trying to top from the bottom," she states.
"What? Never!" she replies in mock disbelief.
This time it's Santana's turn to lean in. "It's my turn now, Britt." She copies what the blonde was doing seconds ago, kissing her neck, which by now is covered in a sheen of sweat.
Conceding, Brittany sighs, "You...are so hot as a top."
"Yeah?" Santana hums. She sucks down to the blonde's pulse point, where she suddenly bites down. Hard.
"San!" Brittany gasps breathily. Her heart is beating out of her chest.
Santana soothes the bite with a few small licks before sucking hard, then leans back to admire the now deep red, already turning purple spot she made and smiles mischievously. That's going to leave a mark. Her mark. She continues her journey downwards, letting go of Brittany's hands with a commanding, "Stay." When she tugs at the hem of Brittany's shirt, the blonde arches her back to help her take it off. In awe, Santana stares at the leopard print, lacy bra and the plump curves of the tops of Brittany's breasts.
"Jeez, at least your bra was off before I gawked at your chest," Brittany teases.
"Uh-huh, and what about all those other times at school when I was fully clothed?" she counters.
"Touché. Now can you please keep going? I'm dying here, S."
"Only because you said please." They resume making out as Santana reaches behind Brittany to unclasp her bra, then carelessly toss it aside. "Fucking finally," she murmurs when she sees Brittany's uncovered breasts. She is definitely more than a little gay with the way she feels herself getting wetter at the sight of her girlfriend's bare boobs. Not wasting any time, she cups them both in her hands and starts to massage them, gently at first, then more roughly.
"Ohhh, San," Brittany moans. Unable to help herself, she moves her hands from where they were gripping the sheets above her head down to Santana's ass. "That feels so good."
Without answering, Santana lowers her head and encloses her lips around a pert nipple while pinching the other, which elicits Brittany's loudest moan yet as her hips cant upwards, only to find purchase on nothing. Listening to the noises she is making makes Santana throb even more.
"I need you, San. Now," Brittany gasps, her hips flying into the air again. The blonde feels like she is going to spontaneously combust if she isn't touched in the next five seconds.
"Patience, babe," the brunette simply replies, before dropping down lower to her deliciously tight abs. While seeing and feeling them is great, licking this girl's stomach as she feels the muscles ripple beneath her tongue is by far the hottest thing ever.
"Stop teasing," Brittany whines again.
After letting out a raspy laugh, Santana decides to have mercy. She slowly tugs Brittany's jeans down and throws them on the floor, careful to leave her panties on. They are bright yellow and so Brittany, especially with the visibly wet patch right where she guesses her cunt is dripping. Santana doesn't even realize she moans out loud at the sight of it. Losing her last shred of self-control, she bites the top of the panties and slowly drags the garment down long, creamy legs with her teeth.
Now that the blonde is completely naked, Santana looks back up to be met with Brittany's glistening sex. "Fuck," she breathes. Suddenly, the nerves are back, but there is no way in hell she's backing out now. She is way too excited. Doing the one thing that she knows will calm her down, Santana crawls back up Brittany's body, stares into her blue eyes, and kisses her sweetly. "Tell me if I do something wrong, okay?"
Beyond the point of coherent though, Brittany just nods frantically.
Santana runs her hand down the length of the blonde's perfect body before reaching her shaved mound. This is it. Taking a deep breath, she captures Brittany's lips again before sliding her hand down into slick folds.
Brittany moans while Santana gasps at the feel of it. "Shit shit shit," Brittany curses. She wants Santana inside her now, but she doesn't want to rush her.
Taking the cussing and the borderline painful squeeze on her butt as a good sign, Santana continues to explore with her fingers. She trails lower and barely dips into her opening where the wetness originates from. "God, you're so wet, Britt."
"Fuck, San, it's for you. It's all for you."
All for me. Santana quite likes the sound of that. After lightly running her fingers through Brittany's folds, gathering the wetness there, she drags them higher up, in search of her clit. When Brittany lets out a sexy half-moan, half-whimper and her back arches off the bed, Santana knows she's found it. Smiling deviously, she begins to rub tight circles over the small nub.
Moaning, Brittany switches her position, wrapping her legs around Santana's waist and clutching tightly to her shoulders. "Fucking hell, San. I'm already close, and you're not even inside me," she pants.
"Well, we'd better fix that then, huh?" She stops playing with her clit and slowly inserts her middle finger inside Brittany, reveling in the long, drawn-out moan from the girl beneath her as she sinks deeper.
Brittany has waited for this for weeks. She has abstained from sex for this, and it is absolutely glorious. She thought nothing could feel better...until Santana starts moving. She thrusts into her, moving slowly at first, then going faster and faster, Brittany rolling her hips to meet her every thrust. "San!" she cries out. "More. Please." Santana adds another finger and pounds into Brittany, the heel of her palm rubbing against her clit each time she presses in.
By now, Brittany is moaning uncontrollably. They move in tandem, rolling and thrusting with each other like they've been doing this for years. "Are you close?" Santana whispers. Letting out a whine and a nod, Brittany continues to hump Santana's hand like her life depends on it. Determined, Santana goes even faster and harder. She's pretty sure the neighbors can hear Brittany's continuous screams.
"Ohhh, ohh! San!" Brittany gasps and moans loudly when she finally comes. Her inner walls clench and convulse around Santana's fingers, and her body goes wild as her orgasm ripples through her. Remembering the face Brittany made when she grinded and came on her leg, Santana can hardly believe that the face she's making now is even hotter and more beautiful.
Finally, Brittany comes down, breathing hard as she collapses on the bed and Santana rests on top of her. "See. I...told you...you'd be a natural," Brittany says, trying to regain her breath.
"That was so hot," Santana comments, a bit winded herself, but mostly proud and extremely turned on. Now she understands exactly what Brittany meant when she said she wouldn't care if she could orgasm, as long as she could pleasure Santana. That's exactly how she feels now.
"Seriously, that was amazing. You sure you haven't done that before?"
"Nope, just to you...and myself," she adds lowly.
"And there you go, getting me all horny again," Brittany groans. She doesn't think she can ever be around the brunette and not be turned on, especially after that little display of what exactly she can do.
"So you really liked it?" Still a little insecure, Santana wants to confirm that the blonde enjoyed it. "You didn't fake it or anything?"
"San, come here." Brittany lifts her arm so the smaller girl can cuddle into her. "I may be a good actress, but I could never, ever fake an orgasm that earth-shatteringly powerful. It was perfect. You're perfect."
"Really?" Santana asks, smiling up at her.
Brittany kisses her on the forehead cutely. "Really. And I'll totally be up for round two after a little nap."
Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's bare waist. "Sounds perfect."
At 6 PM, when they wake up, it's to the sound of Tommy's screeches. "Britty, Britty, wake up!"
Jolting awake, Brittany looks down and smiles at the sight of Santana nestled into her. They're both still naked, and humming contentedly, Brittany pulls her in tighter. Suddenly, the door flies open, and her little brother runs into the room. "Tommy!" she yells in surprise, quickly pulling on the blanket to cover them up.
"Oh! Sorry," he says, wide-eyed.
"Urmghh," Santana groans as she wiggles around, starting to wake up.
"Britty? Is someone under there with you?"
"T, I'll explain everything later, but you need to leave first, okay?" she replies calmly.
The boy gives her a toothy smile. "Okay!" he says, beginning to close the door. "Mom's home early, and she made dinner."
Brittany's eyes widen, and she freezes for a second. "Shit." Then, she springs to life, throwing off the blanket and making Santana shiver and whine from the loss of heat.
"Britt!"
"Babe, we've gotta get up and get dressed."
"Why?"
"Britty?" Tommy calls through the door.
"Just a minute!" she yells back.
"Mom wants to know if your friend wants to stay for dinner!"
That wakes Santana up. She bolts upright. "Your mom?"
"Oh my god, oh my god," Brittany chants as she looks around frantically for clothes. She's practically sweating with anxiety.
"I'm going to meet your mom?! Holy shit!" Santana shouts, jumping out of bed to search for her clothes as well.
"Oh my god. My mom hasn't met anyone before. Well, except Quinn, but that's not the same."
"Brittany, I've never had to meet my girlfriend's or boyfriend's parents before."
"I've never had to introduce someone I like to my mother!"
"Fuck. My hands are shaking. I'm freaking out!"
They are both dressed now, and Brittany wraps the smaller girl in a tight hug. "Okay, it'll be okay. This is super scary for me too. I'm afraid of what my mom will do if she meets someone I actually like—"
"Why? Is she scary? Will she tell us we can't see each other anymore?" Santana panics.
The blonde chuckles, though it sounds a little strained. "No, no, nothing like that. She's just...quirky. And she has no filter." She feels some of Santana's tension dissipate and her shoulders relax. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I can sneak you out."
"Do you...do you not want me to meet her?"
"What? No, of course not. I just don't want you to feel pressured. This is the longest relationship I've ever been in, and I really care about you, Santana."
"I care about you too, Britt. As scared as I am, I think...I think I want to meet your mom. It feels like we're moving forward in our relationship," Santana says, shyly smiling up at her blonde.
Brittany returns the smile. "Alright then. Let's do this."
"Just remember: even though she has no boundaries and no filter, she doesn't judge," Brittany whispers in her ear.
"Okay. Got it." Santana nods and takes a deep breath, right before they walk into the kitchen.
"Oh, and fair warning, she likes to tease the shit out of people."
"Wait, what?"
Too late. "Brittany! There you are!" a voice booms. Brittany's mom is really loud; that's the first thing Santana notices. The second thing she notices is that her mom is gorgeous. She can definitely see where Brittany gets her looks from. The primary difference is in their eyes; while her girlfriend's are catlike, Mrs. Pierce's are round and open. They are the same cool shade of blue, though. She also notices that Brittany far surpasses her mom in height. Mrs. Pierce is actually a little shorter than Santana herself.
"Hey Mom! You're home early. What's up?" Brittany asks, wrapping one arm around her mom in a half hug.
"There was a huge fight in the bar. Three guys totally destroyed four tables and wasted I don't even know how much beer, so we had to close early to clean everything up. I'm not going to hash out details when we've got a guest in the house though! Aren't you going to introduce her to me and Thomas?"
"That's Santana, Ma!" Tommy jumps up and down excitedly.
"Wait, Tommy, you've met this pretty girl before?"
"Uh-huh, she's Quinn's friend."
"Well, she's my friend too, T," Brittany begins slowly.
Before she can say anything else, he cuts in. "Ooh, is that why you two were under the sheets nak—"
Santana's eyes widen, and Brittany quickly grabs him and covers his mouth. The small boy squirms under his big sister's grip, and the rest of his sentence comes out muffled.
Suddenly, Mrs. Pierce's expression turns very serious and extremely foreboding. "What is he talking about, Brittany?" she asks in an even, barely controlled tone.
"Mom."
"Don't 'Mom' me!" she bellows. "Thomas, go to your room." The boy quickly complies. Once he's gone, she turns to Santana, who gulps, looking like a deer in headlights. "Are you another slut that's been fucking my daughter? Who the hell do you think you are?"