Summary: The aftermath of the Brittana sex tape. Brittany and Santana teach the Glee Club a lesson they'll never forget.
"No way!" Santana exclaims, then starts to mumble obscenities in Spanish under her breath. This is crazy. Does Brittany not understand what she's asking? Santana looks incredulously at the blonde, who seems to think this is no big deal. "Brittany, no. Just no. I have no other words. No!"
"San, please," Brittany begs. "I wanna help them. It's for educational purposes."
"Yeah, right," Santana scoffs, knowing those perverts want more than just information. I bet this was all Puck's idea, she thinks, fuming and picturing wrapping her hands around his neck and squeezing until he turns blue.
"Please, San," Brittany begs again, this time gripping her hands together in front of her chest.
"Brittany, you can't ask me to do this," Santana says as Brittany scoots closer to where she's sitting on the bed. As soon as Brittany is close enough, she reaches out and places her hands on Santana's knees. The contact sends an immediate current through Santana's body. Despite knowing what Brittany is trying to do, she feels herself start to melt as Brittany's hands caress patterns up and down her thighs.
"Why not? You're so good at it," Brittany replies, trying to butter Santana up. Compliments are normally a good way to deal with a disagreeable Santana — that is, if pouting and touching her don't work. Brittany knows that Santana wants people to see how awesome she is, and this is her chance to show the guys that she's better than everyone at eating pussy.
"So?" Santana says, fighting to maintain control. It isn't easy, what with Brittany's bottom lip poking out and her hands moving higher under her cheer skirt. "That doesn't mean I have to teach them how to be good at it too. Let them figure it out."
"But it's hard for them. They don't understand a woman's body like you do. You have inside knowledge that they don't."
"Well, sucks for them," Santana says, standing her ground. Her body's composure is starting to crumble under Brittany's skillful hands, but her mind is still thinking this is kind of crazy. Although, the idea of proving that she's better than all the guys at oral sex is pretty appealing. She particularly wants to show up Artie, to prove to him that she is better for Brittany than he ever was.
"San…" Brittany gives her a disappointed look and pulls her hands out from under Santana's skirt. "You know there's a part of you that wants to do this. So just say yes, so you can save us both some time, and we can get our sweet lady kisses on before I have to be home for curfew." She leans forward to place a few pecking kisses down the side of Santana's neck.
"Brittany, you can't beg, pout, and hold sweet lady kisses over my head. That's not fair," Santana declares with a hitch in her breath as Brittany hits that wonderful spot just below her ear that always gives her goosebumps. Santana pulls back with another huff, trying to put some distance between them since it's hard to think with Brittany's lips on her neck. Plus, Brittany had been smiling as she'd licked up her neck, which Santana knows means that the blonde knows she's winning. "You know I can't say no to that."
"Well, then don't say no," Brittany says and smirks.
Sensing her chances at winning this battle and getting any sweet lady kisses tonight slipping away, Santana starts to break. "You really want to do this?"
"I think it could be fun," Brittany says innocently. "It'll just be like any other Friday when you go down on me."
"Yeah, any other Friday with five perverted voyeurs watching us." Santana rolls her eyes.
"It'll be fun, I promise." Brittany reaches back across the space between them to resume the up and down circuit of her hands. Not wanting Brittany to retract those beautiful hands this time, Santana is quick to take the opportunity to cover her hands with her own. They feel so good against her skin and are already causing the goosebumps to reappear and a tingling to burn low in her stomach.
"I'm not getting naked in front of them though," Santana insists. Establishing some boundaries is probably a good idea, she thinks. "The days of any guy seeing me naked are long gone — well, if you don't count that fucking tape." She rolls her eyes as she remembers that unfortunately, anyone can see her naked whenever they want. All they have to do is look up the video.
"That's fine," Brittany agrees. "That can wait until after they leave." She winks, knowing that she's giving Santana something to look forward to. "I can still kiss you though, right?"
"Of course," she confirms. "I'll be kissing you." Santana winks suggestively back at Brittany, then leans forward to capture her lips between her own. Maybe Britt's right. This could be fun, she thinks as Brittany deepens the kiss and leans Santana back onto the bed. Ahh, sweet lady kisses.
It is Friday night, and the guys are due to arrive any minute. Santana and Brittany had discussed what they do and don't want to do while the guys are here, and Santana definitely feels better about this whole thing now that she knows what to expect. She trusts Brittany not to put her in any situation that would make her uncomfortable.
"Hey, guys!" Brittany cheerfully greets Puck, Sam, Artie, Mike, and Tina at the front door and ushers them inside. "Come on in. Santana's in the living room." She's surprised to see a female face. "Tina, what are you doing here?" she asks, grabbing her arm as Tina attempts to brush past her with everyone else.
"Are you kidding me?" Tina says, taking in Brittany's appearance for the first time. The blonde is wearing a cute silk robe and clearly looking ready for a sexy night. "I wouldn't miss this for the world. I figured if I knew more, maybe I could help Mike."
"Oh," Brittany replies, thinking that makes sense and is a good idea. "Are any of the other girls coming?"
"I'm not really sure, but Rachel actually seemed kind of interested," Tina says with a shrug.
Interesting, Brittany thinks, walking into the living room to see Santana talking with the rest of the guys. She looks a little uncomfortable as Puck slaps her on the back, causing her to arch her shoulders back and glare at him. Brittany knows that Santana's discomfort will wear off as soon as she gets into the swing of things. The Latina always loses herself when things get passionate, probably because she's so passionate herself.
"Well, it sounds like we're only waiting for two more people," Brittany announces, going to stand next to Santana. She knows the proximity will help ease her girlfriend's nerves, not that Santana seems overly nervous.
"Two more people?" Santana asks, looking confused and doing an internal headcount. "Who else is coming?"
"Finn and Rachel," Brittany replies simply.
"Nice!" Puck practically cheers. "This night just keeps getting better."
Finn and Rachel arrive a few minutes later.
"Well, it looks like everyone's here," Brittany says, looking around the room before locking eyes with Santana. "I guess we should get started," she suggests with a noticeable blush and a smile tugging at her lips. Her innocent smile is meant only for her girlfriend. She wants to show Santana that she's excited about this. Who knew public sex could be such a turn-on? Brittany thinks. Judging by the way Santana's eyes are hungrily tracing Brittany's form, she knows Santana is starting to get excited too.
"Okay," the Latina agrees, moving to stand in front of Brittany.
People scurry to find places to sit. The space is a little limited, since Brittany also needs a chair, but everyone manages to jam in somewhere and find a comfortable place to enjoy the show. Once everyone is situated, the anticipation in the room grows heavier with each passing second. Brittany and Santana stay rooted to the floor, facing each other, and everyone else keeps their eyes fixed on the couple in the middle of the room, just waiting and hoping for someone to do or say something.
Sensing that Santana isn't going to make the first move, Brittany takes the lead easily, hoping to coax Santana out of her shell. "The first thing you guys need to know," she says, taking the Latina's hand and looking over her shoulder to address the crowd, "is that you have to put a woman in the right mood for sex. We usually aren't ready for sex at the drop of a hat like guys. Women are like slow cookers, and men are like microwaves. Santana is always really good at foreplay," Brittany praises with a cute wink that only Santana can see as the blonde looks back into her eyes with a smile. It's just you and me, her eyes seem to say. Don't worry about anyone else.
Santana finds the gesture comforting, and it finally makes her feel like she can move forward. Brittany is always so good at putting her at ease. "I like to start by threading my fingers through Brittany's hair," Santana speaks up, looking straight into Brittany's piercing blue eyes as soft blonde strands move through her fingers.
Now it's Brittany's turn to find the gesture comforting and also a little arousing as she feels Santana's warm hand come into contact with her cheek. Santana is always super sexy, but when she's a little vulnerable like this, she is even more so.
"Graze her cheek. Travel down her neck and across her collarbone." Santana demonstrates, causing Brittany to follow the path of her fingers and arch her head back, exposing her neck to feel an even deeper level of sensation. "A good rule of foreplay or teasing in general is this: the softer the skin, the more sensitive it is." Santana lightly traces Brittany's collarbone and down her arm to her wrist. "So touch it, kiss it, lick it, whatever, but don't get overly eager too early, because teasing is the best form of foreplay, and being sloppy is just gross. You want the girl to be begging for you to fuck her by the time you actually touch her."
Santana leans forward to get her first taste of Brittany's neck.
"Mmm," she hums, loving the sweetness on her tongue as she licks upward to Brittany's ear. "And don't be afraid to verbalize how good it feels for you. It'll show her how badly you want her, and that's a huge turn-on," she says, resuming her kissing action on Brittany's neck.
Her hands gently graze north, back up Brittany's arms and over her shoulders to dip smoothly under the fabric at the collar of Brittany's robe. She allows her hands to explore the soft skin just above Brittany's breast before slowly moving up again to the side of her neck and tracing the edge of her jaw before carefully cupping her cheeks and pulling her toward herself for a deep kiss. Their tongues tangle together slowly, and their lips brush gently against one another's, taking their time to connect.
Santana isn't sure how long they kiss for, nor does she care, but when someone clears his throat, it brings her back to the present and reminds her that they aren't alone. Breaking the kiss, Brittany pulls Santana by the hand, then sits down in the chair and looks at Santana with a meaningful glint in her eyes.
The look in Brittany's eyes is enough to make Santana wish she could just throw her down and fuck the crap out of her right then and there. Get your shit together, Lopez, she thinks to herself, deciding to tease Brittany just a little bit more. She knows that Brittany is likely already wet and ready to move on, but she wants to play with her a little more. It's for the good of the lesson, after all.
Reaching out, she glides her thumb across Brittany's deeply kissed and swollen lips. Brittany quickly responds to the new sensation and, wanting to have a little fun of her own, takes the digit into her mouth and sucks. "Mmm," Brittany moans, and Santana feels the vibration travel down her forearm and settle between her legs. The noises Brittany's making are certainly stoking the fire that is beginning to burn deep in her belly.
"Brittany, why don't you tell everyone what you're feeling right now, after just a little foreplay?" Santana comments, removing her thumb from Brittany's mouth and trailing her hands south to play with the collar of Brittany's robe. She traces the edge of the robe, down the center of Brittany's chest to her cleavage, then further down to the belt. It is pulled into a delicate bow, and Santana fingers the loose end, pulling on it gently but stopping before the knot gives way completely. Brittany watches as the belt loop gets smaller and smaller, and the disappointment on her face is visible when the belt doesn't come loose.
"I feel a tingling under my skin," Brittany says, fluttering her eyes closed a few times for emphasis. Santana's hands move down lower, under the bottom seam of the robe, to massage the backs of Brittany's thighs where they connect with her butt. "And I feel like a swarm of butterflies are flying around in my chest."
Continuing to grab and knead Brittany's ass, Santana never takes her eyes off her face. Brittany's usually pale cheeks are now pink and flushed. "And?" Santana prompts, knowing there is more and giving her girlfriend a firm grab to the ass to encourage her to continue.
"An-nd…" Brittany stutters, feeling her butt cheeks edge slightly apart thanks to Santana's firm hands, "I'm getting warm, and there's heat in my groin, and I feel like I want to pull something inside myself and hold onto it. My pussy feels like it needs something, but it can't find anything. It wants Santana's fingers," she finishes, winking at Santana with a smile.
"See? Now, there's lesson one," Santana announces, smirking at Brittany and gently massaging her ass and hips. "Don't touch anything that has really sensitive nerve endings until you have her wanting more. Once you have her to this point, then you can start with things that are a little more sensitive and sexual."
Damn, Tina thinks, feeling her own arousal pooling between her legs and looking around at the rest of the group. Puck has inched forward to the edge of his chair to the point where if he moves any closer, he'll fall. Artie has his arms folded and covering his crotch. Sam's mouth is hanging open so wide, it could actually fit a couple tennis balls inside. Rachel's eyebrow is arched with interest. Mike has his legs crossed, which Tina reflects is something she's never seen him do before.
"Onto lesson number two," Santana says, keeping her eyes trained on Brittany as she tugs on the end of the belt. As it comes loose, the front of the robe falls open, and the centerline of Brittany's body is revealed to all.
Santana takes the robe off her girlfriend's shoulders and kneels down, placing the already forgotten robe next to the chair. Brittany is so beautiful, and as Santana stares up at her in all her naked glory, she wants more than anything to run the tip of her finger over Brittany's wet pussy lips that are right in front of her face and begging to be touched.
"So, as you all can see," Santana says, opening Brittany's legs wider and trailing her finger around Brittany's pink outer lips. "There are signs that she's turned on. You want to see a pink coloring to her pussy, because it shows that there's blood flow there, which means she's aroused and ready. There are also other signs, like wetness, obviously, and temperature of the skin. Any contracting of muscles is a good sign too. See how when I separate her lips, her clit jumps?" she asks, pulling a little at the skin and shifting her body so that the others can see Brittany's clit jerk. "That means she's begging for you now," Santana explains with a cocky smile. She involuntarily licks her lips, knowing that the only thing Brittany is begging for is her.
"God damn," Artie utters. Realizing his slip, he quickly flings his hands over his mouth. Shit! he thinks once his hands leave his lap, and everyone can see the telltale sign of his arousal poking up in his jeans.
"Now, let's pretend," Santana continues, choosing to ignore the unwanted interruption in favor of getting to the good stuff, "that I've spent a little more time teasing this area." She trails her fingers along the crease at the joint of Brittany's legs, then peppers a few light kisses to the same area. "Lesson two is this: Spend the time to really show her that you want to get her off and that you like to get her off. Kiss, lick, and touch the area around her pussy, but avoid her clit and inner lips. Remember, you're still teasing her." Santana hums in approval as she kisses Brittany's outer folds.
"Fucking hell!" Puck groans, shifting uncomfortably in the recliner. "Does anyone mind if I jerk off?"
"Yes!" everyone declares emphatically, shooting daggers at the guy.
"Fine, fine," he states reluctantly, holding his hands up. "I'll wait until later. Please continue, ladies."
Santana rolls her eyes. Fucking jackass, she thinks, shaking her head to clear it. Thankfully, all thoughts of Puck are quickly forgotten when she sees Brittany wide open and waiting for her.
"San, I think we can move on to the final lesson," Brittany says, cupping Santana's face and pulling her girlfriend forward to kiss her. She knows that Puck's comment upset and distracted Santana, so she puts everything into the kiss to help put those thoughts out of her mind.
After a minute, they pull apart, and Santana falls back to sit on top of her knees. "Last lesson," she sighs before raising her head to stare at the wall over the top of Brittany's head. She refuses to turn around and look at their audience, because she knows if she sees them leering, she will definitely go all Lima Heights on their asses. "I swear to God, if any of you even think about touching yourself while watching us, I will castrate you. That goes for you too, Berry and female Chang. Got it?"
Sam immediately throws his hands over his lap like he's trying to protect himself. He knows Santana means business when she speaks in that tone of voice.
"Now, I'm not gonna talk throughout the rest of this, so I'll give you a couple tips now before I start, because a good way to piss off any girl is to stop in the middle. Believe me, she'll be pissed. Right, Britt?" Santana asks with a smile, turning her attention back to her beautiful girlfriend.
"Yup," Brittany chirps easily, sinking lower in the chair to settle so Santana has easy access.
Noticing her shift in posture, Santana places her hands on Brittany's hips to pull her even lower and let her know that the fun is really about to begin. She just has a few instructions she wants to say in order to really nail home that she is the best at this — at least, out of all the morons in this room. Placing her right hand on top of Brittany's pubic bone, she silently tells Brittany to hold on for just one more minute.
Brittany settles into the contact, content to listen to Santana's sexy, raspy voice tell all about what works best. She is so proud of Santana for doing this and articulating everything so well. Santana is so smart and so sexy, and in that moment, Brittany just wants to eat her up. Unfortunately, that will have to wait for later. Me first, she thinks happily, tilting her pelvis up a little more to relieve the building tension.
Santana gets the hint that Brittany is starting to get restless.
"Now, regardless of how long it takes to get a girl off," Santana begins, trying to keep her explanation short so she can satisfy her girlfriend, "just keep doing what you're doing. Give her time to adjust to one thing before you switch to something else, because it takes a minute for a woman to start to build. So don't be frantic. Three good things to remember: licking is good, sucking is awesome, and flicking like a pest gets annoying if you do it for too long. There are a lot of other tips I could give, but I won't. You pervs probably haven't heard a damn thing I've said anyway, because you're too busy staring at my girlfriend and trying not to blow your load. Anyways, here we go," Santana finishes.
With a smirk, she shifts to get comfortable, positioning herself so she can use her mouth and hands as she wishes. Then, she leans in.
"Mmm," Santana moans at that first lick, shutting her eyes to drink in the full effect of Brittany's arousal on her tongue, then continuing upward to her clit. Even after all the talk and annoying interruptions, Brittany is still wet and tastes amazing. Santana pulls back for only a second to wrap her arms under Brittany's legs, keeping her right where she wants. She uses her hands to steady Brittany's hips and strokes her lower abdomen. Immediately, Santana feels Brittany's abs tighten.
Finally, Brittany thinks, sighing at the first wonderful touch of Santana's mouth. She sinks back into the cushions and purrs at each new point of contact. As Santana kisses over the top of her clit, Brittany can't help thinking that this is the greatest feeling in the entire world. She loves the feel of Santana's soft, plump lips on her, and with each open-mouthed kiss Santana applies, Brittany feels her breathing getting heavier. She wants to just let go and ride Santana's face, but it's too early in their encounter to do that, so she lets Santana set a wonderful rhythm with her mouth and tongue. It feels amazing, and she can't help bucking her hips up subtly into Santana's mouth a couple times. The act causes Santana to moan again and grip her hips harder.
For the next minute or so, Santana applies steady suction over Brittany's clit, and the room is perfectly still, everyone other than the couple in the middle of the room holding their breath. This is so hot, everyone thinks, watching the two women come together. No one can actually tell what Santana is doing with her mouth, other than holding it to Brittany's pussy, but judging from the barely noticeable in and out suction of her cheeks, she's definitely doing something with her tongue, and Brittany looks like she's loving it.
"God, that feels good," Brittany breathes out, causing Santana to open her eyes and look back up at her with a proud glint in her eyes. Santana marvels that this goddess is hers as she watches Brittany's breath hitch over and over until her mouth just stays open to form a perfect O. Santana is torn on whether she wants to push forward and bring Brittany to climax quickly so she can kick everyone out and get her mack on like normal, or if she wants to draw Brittany out slowly to maximize her pleasure. Judging from the tightening in Brittany's legs and abs, it seems like she's already starting to build, so Santana decides to keep pace, drawing Brittany out at an even tempo but still building her quickly so they don't have everyone watching them forever. She wants her alone time with Brittany, and she's grown tired of the comments from the peanut gallery.
Brittany starts to feel the coil in her stomach tightening, and her legs begin to quiver as Santana's mouth latches on and her tongue flutters over her clit. The muscles in her legs are beginning to cry out from the exertion, and she can't keep herself from bucking more forcefully up into Santana's mouth.
Santana easily catches Brittany's hips, accepting her movement and following her rhythm with her mouth. When Brittany arches her hips forward, Santana moves with her. When Brittany relaxes her muscles, Santana applies firmer pressure. When Brittany cries out in pleasure, Santana reaches for her hand, anchoring her to the chair. It is a practiced rhythm that they've both grown accustomed to, and it's easy to get caught up in the moment and forget about everyone else in the room.
"You look so naughty down there," Brittany says, smiling coyly.
Her adorableness, even when saying things that are mischievous, causes Santana to giggle into Brittany's folds. The vibrations travel through Brittany's body like a tuning fork, and she's unable to suppress her lusty moan. As Brittany's orgasm builds, so does Santana's desire to please her. She licks eagerly at Brittany's natural crease, moving up and down, then applying suction to move side to side. With each bob of Santana's head, Brittany moans. With each flick of her tongue, she pants.
When Santana finally adds a finger to Brittany's entrance, she arches off the chair, and her muscles go rigid. Santana delights in every one of Brittany's reactions, and she can already feel her own arousal beginning to pool and stick to her thighs. She knows now is the time to advance their progress, so she starts to move her fingers in and out in tandem with the sucking action of her mouth. With each inward pump, she curls or bends her fingers to hit a new and pleasurable spot inside.
Brittany is pulled taut like a strung bow, her arms and legs trying to brace herself against her teetering composure. Her bare feet grip at the floor, toes curled, trying to take hold, and her arms pull at Santana's head to clasp her to her body.
Santana is appreciative, moaning and canting her face into Brittany as she fists her hair. Santana's own arousal has risen to scorching heights, and her hips begin to move like they have a mind of their own. Each searching thrust unfortunately finds nothing but empty air and frustration, and at that moment, Santana wants nothing more than to drive her hand into her pants and relieve the tension. But there's no way that's going to happen, not with all the Lima losers here watching.
"Come for me," she husks, hoping her voice will push Brittany further, so they can finally have their alone time.
"God, Santana," Brittany whimpers, clenching her brow as her pussy walls grip Santana's fingers inside. She's close. The tightening in her stomach and the burning in her core tell her it won't be long.
Knowing Brittany's body almost better than her own, Santana realizes she can push her over the edge soon, so she grabs her left leg and pushes it up to hold it there. Brittany is now spread wider than ever before, and as Santana continues her oral assault, she replaces her pumping fingers with her tongue. She thrusts in and out a few more times while rubbing her clit with her fingers, and Brittany goes over the edge with a loud cry, flooding her mouth and coming with a rush of gasps and ragged moans.
Santana delicately places a few lingering chaste kisses and licks to Brittany's sex as she comes down, and once she can no longer feel Brittany's clit jerking against her mouth, she navigates away from the area, kissing down her thigh. When she reaches her knee, she pulls back completely to sit on her legs. Santana traces her finger along her mouth to pull any lingering wetness onto her finger, then takes that finger into her mouth to savor every last drop of Brittany.
"Mmm," she hums, pulling her finger out just as Brittany leans forward to kiss her.
The couple kisses for several minutes, and the group starts to grow restless, fidgeting around in their seats. That was, without a doubt, one of the hottest things any of them had ever seen, but now even Puck can't help but think that they're intruding on something really personal.
"Hi," Santana whispers as they break apart, longing in her voice. It's clear that they love each other just by the look in their eyes.
"Hi," Brittany replies with a soft smile that conveys to Santana that she wants to be alone as well.
"Okay, everyone," Santana announces, directing her comment to all the lurkers while still maintaining eye contact with the woman she loves. "Get the hell out!"