Summary: Brittany has never seen a penis in real life. She asks Santana to show her, and things get out of control. GP!Santana.
"Um, I know this is, like, a weird question. But you don't have to answer. I just kind of want to know…" Brittany nervously trails off, addressing her friend whose attention is currently on her computer.
After minimizing a window, Santana turns around to face Brittany, who is sitting on her bed, playing on her phone.
Brittany puts the phone down and crosses her legs, leaning forward. "You know how you have a…you know…"
"Penis?" Santana cuts in, quirking her eyebrow at her now blushing friend.
"Um, yeah. That. Well, I really want to go to third base with guys, but like, I've never even seen a penis in real life. I don't know what to do," she stammers, trying her best to make her words somewhat eloquent, despite the topic of conversation.
Intrigued, Santana chuckles under her breath and gestures for her to continue.
"Could you, you know…umm, show me yours?" she asks, looking down at the sheets after she feels the heat rise to her cheeks. "You don't have to. I just want to, you know, see what one looks like and stuff. It's really stupid, actually. Nevermin—"
"Britt!" Santana silences her, shaking her head in amusement and slight awe of the request. Of course, the idea makes her a little uncomfortable, both because it's extremely exposing and because she doesn't want to be judged. Then again, it's not like Brittany has much to compare her to. "It's not stupid. I totally get it. So what, you want me to just whip it out? Or what?" she asks.
"Well, I don't know. Can you just, you know, show me or something?" Brittany shrugs, truthfully having no idea what she wants.
"Um, okay then." Santana nods once before bringing her hand down to cup the outside of her sweatpants where her bulge is. Then, she hesitates. On the one hand, even though Brittany hasn't seen one before, she doesn't want to seem small because she's flaccid. On the other hand, getting hard might make things awkward. What to do?
"Come over here." Brittany beckons shyly, patting the space on the bed in front of her.
"Okay. Yeah, sure," Santana mutters, then walks over to the bed and sits down a few inches away from her friend with her legs crossed, mirroring the blonde's position. "So what do you want me to do?" she asks. It seems awkward to just pull it out and let Brittany stare at it like some kind of caged animal.
"Well, in those videos you told me to watch, they stroke it, right? To get themselves hard?" Brittany asks, as doe-eyed and innocent as ever.
Santana tries to suppress a laugh, then considers her words. So her best friend wants her to basically masturbate in front of her? Well, this is a new situation, and a very unexpected one at that. Still, anything to help out her best friend, right?
"Uh, sure. Yeah, I could do that." Santana shrugs, acting nonchalant despite how nervous she actually feels.
She takes a moment to breathe before slowly sliding her hand down her body, eyes on her crotch as she slides her hand beneath her sweatpants. Before touching it, she looks up one more time to see that she still has Brittany's approval. The blonde gives a sweet, encouraging smile, and feeling reassured, Santana slides her hand down to grip her soft shaft, giving it a few strokes beneath her pants.
Brittany, almost squirming in anticipation, sticks out her hand and tugs at the waistband of Santana's pants, causing the Latina to shoot her head up to stare at her friend in shock.
"Hurry up. I wanna see it," she whines adorably, reluctantly putting her hand back down by her side.
Santana smirks and rolls her eyes, then uses her free hand to pull down her pants, revealing her boxers with her hand beneath them. After squirming out of the pants and kicking them to the side, she glances back up at her best friend.
Brittany's demeanor has changed somewhat. Her blue eyes seem darker than before, and she is softly nibbling at her thin, bottom lip, hardly blinking as she intently watches Santana's movements. "Take them off," she whispers, her voice lower than before.
The brunette swallows and waits a few seconds before slowly beginning to pull down the boxers, cupping herself as she kicks them off alongside her pants. Then, she resumes position, feeling slightly embarrassed due to her nakedness.
"Show me," Brittany husks, eyes fixed on the sight between her friend's legs, which is currently hidden by both of her hands.
"Fine, fine. Calm down," Santana chides, removing one hand and using the other to grip her semi-hard cock.
Brittany gasps and feels her body tense. Her eyes bulge as they fall upon the sight. It seems so different to when she watches it on the computer. It's right there, so close she can almost touch it, and definitely big compared to what she's seen online. "Wow," she exhales barely audibly, then snaps her mouth shut, realizing that she's gawking.
Unsure what to do, Santana simply sits there, one hand still holding her dick, unmoving as Brittany stares down at her package with wide eyes, making her a bit uncomfortable.
"C-can you, like, stroke it?" Brittany asks quietly, trying to hide the huskiness creeping into her voice.
Santana bites her lip and realizes that it's showtime. She looks down and slowly starts moving her hand in cautious up and down movements. After a few seconds, it doesn't feel so awkward, and she begins to stroke herself with more confidence. Soon, her dick is standing at its full length, almost eight inches long and completely erect.
"It's nice," Brittany finds herself saying, not even realizing that the thought escaped her lips.
"Thanks," Santana grumbles, letting go of it to allow Brittany the full view of her now-throbbing cock.
"Can you teach me how to give a handjob?" Brittany asks abruptly, causing Santana to choke on air and shoot her friend a surprised look.
"And how would I do that?" Santana asks, her mouth suddenly dry.
"Just do what you do to yourself to get off. Talk me through it," Brittany says, as if it's the simplest task in the world.
Not wanting to seem weak or shy, Santana merely nods her head in agreement and resumes pumping her shaft, faster than before, only now realizing how turned on she is. "It feels good when you stroke it like this." She demonstrates long strokes from the base to the head.
Hypnotized by her movements, Brittany absorbs every word, feeling herself getting more and more turned on with each stroke. "Can I try?" she blurts out, blushing furiously when she notices the way Santana looks at her as if she just proposed something criminal.
"You want to give me a handjob?" Santana asks, her voice an octave higher. Sure, it sounds fucking hot, but seriously, this is her best friend. She shouldn't feel so aroused by the idea.
"Yeah, you know, so I know what to do. You can tell me if I'm doing it right," Brittany replies, already starting to shuffle forward, eager to touch it.
"Okay," Santana gasps out, removing her hand a little too quickly for someone who's supposed to just be teaching.
Brittany sucks in a sharp breath and stretches out her arm, tentatively taking the length in her long fingers, softly at first. Then, seeing the way her friend bucks her hips and bites her lip, she gives it a tight squeeze, followed by a firm stroke.
"You're so hard, and really big," she whispers in awe, continuing her movements up and down, trying to repeat Santana's earlier instructions. "Is this okay?" she asks after a while, noticing the silence.
Santana nods quickly and bites down on her tongue to suppress the moans straining her throat, begging to be let out. She's received a few handjobs before, but for some reason, this one is making her fucking crazy. "Go faster," she instructs, not caring anymore how much she's getting off on this.
Brittany complies, stroking much faster, loving the way Santana throws back her head, signaling that she's doing something right. Spurred on by this, Brittany shuffles forward and pumps as fast as she can, utterly turned on to the point where she's soaking wet beneath her Cheerio spanks.
"Oh fuck…" Santana moans, grinding her hips into Brittany's movements.
"That's really hot," Brittany gasps, watching her friend getting closer to her climax, knowing it's all because of her.
Unable to form coherent words, Santana lets out a stifled moan, bucking upwards in time with Brittany's strokes. Her head is tipped forward, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over with arousal.
"Santana?" Brittany begins. "C-can I, you know…" she trails off, not sure how to word her request.
Santana looks at her, slightly confused through her haze of arousal. Still stroking her cock, Brittany suddenly sits up on her knees and lowers her head. "Wait, what are you doing?" Santana gasps out, watching in awe as Brittany continues to lower her mouth towards her dick.
"Oh, sorry." Brittany sits back up, completely embarrassed, hand still firmly gripping the shaft.
"No…no, fuck." Santana curses at herself. She wants to slap herself, for fuck's sake. "You wanna give me head?" she asks, more desperately than intended.
Blushing a little, Brittany nods her head eagerly.
"Well, you'd better hurry up, because I'm like 10 seconds from blowing my load," Santana breathes, begging her friend with pleading eyes.
Not wasting any time, Brittany leans over and takes just the tip in her mouth, running her tongue along the head. Santana groans loudly and curls her fingers into the sheets. She's never gotten a blowjob before, and now, she's pretty sure it's the best thing she's ever felt.
"Christ, Britt," Santana whimpers as the blonde's head moves down further so that the tip of her cock is prodding the back of her throat.
Knowing she's close, Santana brings up a hand to fist a clump of blonde hair and guides Brittany's movements until her head is bobbing up and down at a growing pace.
"Oh fuck, keep going, that feels so fucking good," Santana moans as her hips thrust up with a mind of their own.
Brittany can feel herself pooling between her legs with arousal, more turned on than she's ever been before. Santana grips her hair harder and pushes her down so that Brittany takes the full length, choking a bit before coming up for air.
"Don't stop, Britt! Oh fuck, I'm gonna come," Santana gasps.
"Do you want to come in my mouth?" Brittany asks, her mouth poised at the tip of her cock.
"Do you want me to?" Santana asks, feeling the coil of arousal tighten even further, ready to be released.
"Yeah. I want to taste you," Brittany says, not giving the Latina a chance to respond before sliding her mouth over her length and bobbing her head with just the right amount of pressure for Santana to cry out in ecstasy as a hot spurt of cum shoots from her cock and fills her friend's warm mouth.
Brittany tries to take all of the creamy liquid in her mouth and swallow it, but there's so much that it starts dribbling down her chin. Once the spurts stop and Santana is reduced to exhausted and spent, Brittany unlatches her mouth from her dick and wipes her mouth with a lazy, satisfied smirk at her panting friend.
"I liked that," Brittany says happily, giving a bright smile.
Santana smiles affectionately. Of course Brittany would act so innocent and cute after giving her the most amazing head. "You did?" she asks, quirking her eyebrow.
"Yeah. It tasted better than I expected, and I really like making you feel like that. It was really sexy," Brittany explains with a shy grin.
"Well, I don't think you'll ever have any guy troubles with skills like that," Santana mumbles, still in awe of what just happened.
"So I was good?" Brittany asks with a hopeful look.
"Yes! How many times do I have to tell you?" Santana exclaims, laughing. "Although I'm still totally turned on," she grumbles, looking down at her still extremely hard cock. "So I think I should probably get rid of that…I'll be right back." She flings her legs over the bed and stands up.
"Wait!" Brittany calls out, causing Santana to turn around.
The blonde gulps, eyes once again firmly planted on the sight between her best friend's legs.
"I am too," she whispers, biting her lip. She can literally feel her wetness seeping through the material of her spanx.
"Oh. Well, if you want, you can use the bathroom first?" Santana suggests, clearly not getting the message Brittany's trying to send.
"Oh. Okay," she mumbles, disappointed, then walks past her half-naked friend, closing the door on her way out.
Brittany huffs when she closes the door of the bathroom and sits down on the closed toilet lid. Unable to ignore her arousal any longer, she slides her spanks off, then snakes her hand down, encompassing the warmth of her slick folds between her fingers.
She gasps at the touch, feeling how swollen her clit is. She rubs over it a few times, feeling every muscle in her body tighten, but it isn't enough to get her off. Suddenly, a thought pops into her mind. She imagines the fingers between her folds are Santana's, and with that arousing thought, she slides two fingers into her tight entrance.
Brittany moans, just a bit too loudly, but continues to touch herself, thrusting her fingers in and out of her wet pussy, picturing a vivid image of her friend's fingers inside of her. A third finger slides in as she gets even more turned on, the pace fast enough to echo slick noises throughout the tiled room. Brittany lets out a whimper and begins bucking her hips in time with her fingers, reaching an unbearably fast pace.
"Oh fuck," she moans, her head flinging back and accidentally hitting the top of the toilet seat, but she doesn't feel the pain. "Fuck, Santana," she breathes out accidentally, not even realizing what she's saying anymore.
She's so close. She can feel her walls clenching around her fingers as she uses her other hand to rub her aching clit.
Little does Brittany know, Santana was about to knock on the bathroom door when she heard the noises on the other side. "Fuck, Santana," she hears from the other side of the door, making her, if possible, even harder.
Santana immediately and shamelessly reaches for her erection and begins to jack herself off to the noises and the image of what Brittany is doing on the other side. The urge to open the door and see for herself is almost too tempting.
"Oh my God, oh…yes!" Santana hears, and she loses her last shred of self-control. "Fuck this," she mutters, turning around to impatiently open the door with a bang.
Brittany's head shoots up in surprise, and she momentarily halts her movements as her eyes fall upon her best friend's extremely hard cock coming closer towards her. She gasps when Santana aggressively pulls her up by the wrist and shoves her against the wall so that their bodies are pressed together.
"I can't take it. You're so fucking hot," Santana husks into the crook of Brittany's neck.
"Oh fuck, please. I'm so close, San, just — fuck!" She yelps when two fingers thrust hard inside of her pussy, instantly picking up a frantic, determined rhythm.
Whimpering at the feeling of warm heat squeezing her fingers, Santana bites down on Brittany's shoulder, feeling her dick twitch against a warm, toned thigh. She uses her other hand to stroke herself as she fucks Brittany with her fingers. "You're so tight. I bet you'd feel fucking amazing around my cock," she rasps into Brittany's ear, sliding in a third finger for effect.
"Oh!" Brittany shrieks, her legs almost giving way to the amazing feeling growing inside of her.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come again," Santana groans, nuzzling her nose into Brittany's neck, still fucking her knuckle deep.
"Come on my pussy," Brittany breathes out hotly, sending a sharp jolt of arousal down to Santana's dick and causing a trail of precum to ooze from the head.
"Fuck, you're dirty," Santana moans, stroking herself even faster as Brittany begins to convulse around her fingers.
"Mmm. Fucking hell, Santana, I — oh shit. I want…" Brittany stammers, caught between voicing her request and the feeling of her approaching orgasm.
"What do you want?" Santana asks, pumping her fingers inside the blonde even harder, hitting a spot that makes the blonde cry out in pleasure and dig her nails into Santana's back.
"I-I want you to fuck me," she chokes out.
"I am fucking you," Santana replies, confused.
"No. I want you to fuck me," Brittany pleads, making Santana's eyes bulge.
Is Brittany asking for what Santana thinks she is? The thought alone almost makes her come. "Britt, I don't have a condom," she tries to reason, knowing very well that her words are weak and unconvincing.
"Fuck! I don't care, just fuck my pussy with your cock. Now!" Brittany hisses, enough to make Santana lose all inhibition and roughly direct her length into Brittany's extremely tight, extremely wet opening.
"Oh my God," Santana gasps at the feeling. As she slides herself further inside, she throws her head back at the feeling of tight walls squeezing her throbbing shaft. It feels so much better than she ever imagined.
"Ah, fuck." Brittany winces. "You're so big," she grits through a clenched jaw.
"You're so tight," Santana replies breathlessly, pushing herself up harder until she completely fills the writhing girl against her.
"Ugh, more," Brittany begs, fingernails finding their way under Santana's top and scratching down her back in need. "Fuck, you feel so good," she whimpers.
"Mmm, you like my cock inside you, Britt?" Santana breathes, giving one particularly hard thrust, eliciting a high-pitched noise from the other girl.
"Fuck! Do that again," Brittany moans against Santana's neck, knowing it won't take much for her to be pushed over the edge. Her whole body is already shuddering with the closeness of her orgasm.
The brunette repeats the movement, giving harder thrusts, hitting a spot inside Brittany that makes them both groan with noises of pleasure. Santana needs her to come, and soon. "Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock," she breathes out, feeling Brittany's nails dig even harder into her skin. "Fuck!" she yells, suddenly pulling out after feeling the blonde's walls convulse around her shaft in an intense orgasm.
"San!" Brittany whines in outrage of the ill-timed action, clutching at her hips to bring her closer.
Biting her lip, Santana somehow manages to hold back her own orgasm and quickly slides her dick back inside Brittany, who gasps loudly and flings her arms around Santana's neck, grinding against her as her orgasm intensifies. Santana clenches her eyes shut, willing her orgasm to wait just 10 more damn seconds, because the feeling and sight and sound of Brittany coming hard around her is too much for her to handle.
"Baby, I can't. I have to pull out," she pants.
Brittany gives one last loud cry and rides her incredible orgasm for a few seconds more before whispering a breathless "okay." Santana, pulling out as quickly as she can, feels the heat rise up her shaft and spill out the second she's free from the confines of Brittany's opening. She doesn't even need to touch herself before she comes all over her best friend's pussy. She's never felt more relief in her life, burying her face in Brittany's neck to suppress the string of curses and noises falling from her lips.
"Oh, shit. Santana, fuck," Brittany moans, looking down at her cum-covered pussy, cream dripping down her thighs with both of their arousal.
"That was fucking crazy," Santana says breathlessly, coming down from her seemingly endless high.
"That was hot," Brittany corrects, still in a daze of aftershocks.
"Please ask your parents if you can stay the night," Santana begs desperately.
Brittany smirks at her best friend. "Why?" she asks coyly.
"Because I've got condoms in my room, and after that, I don't think we'll be getting any sleep. Oh, and my parents are out all night." Santana winks, looking into blue eyes with a lustful stare.
At her words, Brittany bites her lip and feels the heat rise in her body again. "Okay, but I should probably take a shower first," she says, looking between her legs at her soaked thighs.
Suddenly falling to her knees, Santana licks a trail up her toned thigh, gathering the liquid onto her tongue, then looks up into Brittany's eyes before her tongue meets her slick folds.
"I think I can help with that," she says with a sly grin.