Summary: Santana can't control herself around Brittany.
Santana can't take it anymore. How is she supposed to concentrate on doing a round-off back handspring when all she can focus on is Brittany? The way that Cheerios skirt barely covers her perfect ass, her strong, toned legs that never end, the way her perfect tits strain against her tight uniform top. By the end of Cheerios practice, Santana literally can't take it anymore. She needs a way to relieve this tension before she tries to jump Brittany in the middle of one of their routines.
To do just that, Santana forms a plan. Every day after practice, she showers as quickly as possible, making sure to avoid Brittany at all costs, then grabs her things and runs out before Brittany even has a chance to realize she's gone. It isn't easy trying to escape Brittany — they are best friends, after all — but Santana can't help it. She just can't take it anymore.
As part of her daily routine, Santana runs out of the locker room to find her car in the parking lot as quickly as she can. When she arrives home, her parents are gone. They both work late, so she has the house to herself. She drops her bags off by the front door and runs upstairs, taking the steps two at a time, desperate to relieve the tension that has been building all day. Once in her room, she doesn't even bother to make sure the door is properly closed before climbing into bed and immediately snaking her hand into her spanks. She runs her fingers across her slit, surprised by the copious wetness she finds.
"Oh, God. Do you see what you do to me, Brittany?" Santana moans out loud.
She runs her fingers across her clit, flicking the sensitive nub, and gasps. She then starts rubbing gentle circles around it, finding a slow rhythm, careful not to apply too much pressure too soon.
"Mmm, Brittany," she moans, indulging her fantasy. She imagines that Brittany's soft fingers are the ones rubbing at her clit, running across her wet slit, teasing her entrance. Imagining Brittany's long, slender fingers on her body is almost too much for Santana to bear.
Unable to tease any longer, she roughly plunges two fingers into herself, seeking release. She quickly picks up the pace, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy as fast as she can manage.
"Just like that, Brittany. Don't stop, baby," Santana moans as she continues to imagine Brittany's skillful hands working their way across her body.
Before long, Santana is coming undone, moaning Brittany's name as her pussy clenches around her fingers and her whole body shakes.
The next day, the process repeats itself once more — except this time, she isn't as lucky.
"Hey, San, wait up!" Brittany yells as Santana rushes to gather her things in the locker room. She just finished showering and getting dressed, and is attempting to escape unnoticed when Brittany jogs over to her, wearing nothing but a towel.
Santana looks up at the sound of her name, immediately regretting it when she sees Brittany. Her blonde hair is still wet, her whole body still glistening from the shower she just took. She is wrapped in a towel that seems impossibly small. I mean, seriously, do her legs never end?
Santana forces herself to look away from the blonde's perfect body, mentally scolding herself for gawking at her best friend. She tries to swallow before responding, her mouth suddenly dry. "Uh, hi, Britt. What's up?" she nearly stutters.
"I feel like we haven't hung out in forever. I miss you, San." Brittany pouts.
Santana immediately feels guilty. Brittany is her best friend. She suddenly hates herself for avoiding her. "I miss you too, Britt. I've just been really busy lately," she lies.
"Well, are you busy today? Maybe I can come over, and we can practice that song for Glee? Since your parents aren't home, we won't be bothering anyone with our singing," she says hopefully.
Shit, Santana thinks. I can't say no. I can't let her down again.
"Sure, Britt. But, um, there's something I have to do first. I'm going to run home now, and then you can come over a little later, okay?" Santana knows there's no way she can be in her house alone with Brittany in this condition. She just needs enough time to get herself off first, and then she can hopefully trust herself not to jump her best friend.
"Great! I'll see you later, San!" Brittany shouts enthusiastically, leaning forward and kissing Santana gently on the cheek before turning around and skipping back to her locker to finish getting dressed.
Brittany's sudden closeness is enough to remind Santana of just how badly she needs to get home. Fuck, this is going to be torture, she thinks as she hurriedly gathers her things and rushes out of the locker room.
Santana once again finds herself in her bed with her hand down her skirt, rubbing circles on her clit. She's focused on getting herself off as quickly as possible, aware that Brittany will be coming over very soon. Her eyes are tightly shut, moans spilling out of her mouth, as she once again imagines Brittany's hands on her body. Santana is so focused on her fantasy that she fails to hear the knocking at the door downstairs.
"San?" Brittany calls as she tries the doorknob and finds it unlocked. She let herself in, knowing that Santana won't mind, since she's done this on several occasions before. "Hey, Santana, are you here?" she calls again. When she doesn't get a reply, she decides to try upstairs, figuring that Santana must be busy concentrating on her homework or something.
As Brittany approaches Santana's room, she hears faint moaning. Did she just say my name?
When she finally reaches Santana's bedroom, she gasps at what she sees. There's Santana, laying on her back, still in her Cheerios uniform, with her left hand moving rapidly back and forth in her spanks.
Santana hears the gasp, and her eyes immediately shoot open. She panics, pulling her fingers out of herself and her spanks, sitting up as quickly as she can. "Oh my God, Brittany! I-I can explain. It's not…I was just—"
"You said my name," Brittany states simply, a hint of awe in her voice. Santana blushes furiously but doesn't reply. "You were thinking about me while touching yourself, weren't you?"
Santana bites her lip as she keeps her eyes down, unable to look Brittany in the eye.
"Say it," Brittany commands in a surprisingly firm tone.
Taken aback by the sudden change in her best friend, Santana decides to follow her orders. "Yes," she mutters in a small voice, still ashamed of herself.
"Louder. Yes what?" Brittany demands.
Santana swallows as she tries to find her voice. "Yes, I was touching myself and thinking about you."
Brittany raises an eyebrow. "Do you want to fuck me?"
Santana's jaw drops. She can't believe what she just heard. "W-what?" she stutters.
"I asked if you wanted to fuck me, Santana."
Santana clears her throat. "Yes," she manages to squeak.
"Yes, what?" Brittany prompts.
"I…I want to fuck you."
"Good girl," Brittany replies in a dangerously low and sexy voice, before sauntering over to the bed and pulling Santana in for a hungry kiss.
Santana immediately moans at the contact, feeling Brittany's tongue run across her bottom lip, asking for entry. She immediately grants her access, and the kiss quickly turns desperate, with teeth and tongue. Brittany pushes Santana onto her back, hovering above her as she deepens the kiss. Santana moans again, louder this time, when she feels Brittany bite her bottom lip and tug on it lightly before pulling away. Santana opens her eyes, confused by the sudden lack of contact, brown eyes meeting intense and aroused blue ones.
"How long has this been going on?" Brittany asks.
"What do you mean?" Santana replies, confused by the question.
"How long have you been thinking about me and fucking yourself?"
Santana replies in a small voice, her embarrassment returning. "A few weeks."
Brittany smirks and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? And what is it you think about? Do you think about me doing this?" She lowers herself back onto Santana's body and begins trailing kisses along her neck, pausing to place gentle bites on the sensitive skin before soothing them with her tongue.
Santana tilts her head to the side, granting Brittany better access. The feeling of the blonde's teeth on her skin sends a rush of heat between her legs.
"Or this, maybe?" Brittany continues as she trailed her right hand down Santana's body and under her Cheerios skirt to gently rub her clit over the rough material of her spanks.
Santana gasps and bucks her hips at the contact, seeking friction. Brittany immediately removes her hand from between Santana's legs.
"Oh, no. Don't think it's going to be that easy, San. For weeks, you've been avoiding me, so you could come home and fuck yourself instead. Now, it's my turn to have some fun," Brittany practically purrs.
Santana whimpers at her words, the feel of her hot breath on her ear sending shivers down her back. Brittany nibbles on Santana's earlobe as she trails her hands down the brunette's body, stopping at the hem of her uniform top and gently tugging upwards. Understanding Brittany's silent request, Santana lifts herself off the bed slightly to allow her to take off the item of clothing.
Once the offending item has been removed, Brittany returns her lips to Santana's neck, trailing kisses and soft bites downwards, her tongue finding its way down the valley of her breasts. Santana leans upwards, encouraging Brittany to unclasp and remove her bra. The sight of Santana's perfect, round tits sends a rush of heat between Brittany's legs. She grabs Santana's left boob, massaging and kneading it firmly as she lowers her mouth onto her right breast, taking the stiff peak into her mouth.
Santana immediately arches her back and moans at the feeling of Brittany's tongue swirling over her hardened nipple. Taking this as a good sign, Brittany decides to venture further, gently biting down between sucking and licking. At the sensation of teeth grazing her sensitive nipple, Santana gasps Brittany's name and bucks her hips in an attempt to find friction.
Frowning, Brittany pulls away. "I already told you. It's my turn now, Santana," she scolds in a firm and authoritative voice.
Santana whimpers, desperate for more contact. Still straddling the brunette's hips, Brittany pulls off her own Cheerios top, and Santana quickly takes advantage of the position, unclasping her bra and leaning forward to take Brittany's right nipple in her mouth. She alternates between Brittany's breasts, licking, sucking, and nibbling at her hardened nipples.
The feeling of Santana's mouth on her tits is almost too much for Brittany to bear. She thrusts her hips against Santana's thigh involuntarily, moaning at the delicious friction the movement causes. Santana moans around Brittany's breast as she rocks her hips forward as well, enjoying the desperately needed contact. Just as Santana begins to quicken the pace of her hips, Brittany roughly pushes her back down onto the bed.
"Too many clothes," she nearly growls as she hooks her fingers under the waistband of Santana's Cheerios skirt, pulling it down and tossing it to a corner of the room. Her spanks and thong quickly follow, along with Brittany's.
Once all clothing is gone, Brittany trails kisses down Santana's smooth and muscular abdomen, positioning herself between the brunette's legs.
"God, San, you're so wet," she moans, mesmerized by the sight of Santana's glistening slit. She places kisses along Santana's tan inner thighs teasingly, purposely avoiding her soaked core. Santana opens her legs wider in anticipation and desperation. Brittany glances up and smirks at the desperate arousal in the brunette's eyes. "Tell me, San." She pauses to place a gentle bite on Santana's inner thigh. "Tell me what you want."
"Please, Britt," she breathes out.
"Please what?" Brittany asks with a smirk on her face, her amusement evident in her voice. She loves that she has this effect on the brunette.
Santana squirms. "You know what," she states, her frustration obvious.
Brittany's firm tone returns. "Say it, Santana."
"I want you to fuck me. Please, Brittany. I need you," she pleads.
Her smirk returns. "That's better," she purrs.
Satisfied with Santana's response, Brittany dives in, licking Santana's wet folds gently, teasingly. Santana moans and squirms, desperate for a firmer touch. Brittany smirks once again, enjoying the control she has over the brunette. Deciding not to tease Santana any longer, she presses her tongue to the other girl's clit. Santana gasps at the contact, arching her back even more.
"Fuck," she moans. "Please, Britt. More."
Brittany obliges, picking up the pace and flicking her tongue quickly and firmly against Santana's clit. She brushes her teeth lightly over the sensitive nub, and Santana cries out, fisting the bedsheets with both hands. Then, Brittany pulls away, earning a frustrated groan from Santana, to crawl up her body and capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Santana moans at the contact, tasting herself on the blonde.
Brittany straddles Santana's right thigh before sliding her hand between them and entering the unsuspecting brunette with two fingers. Santana gasps at the feeling of Brittany's fingers inside of her as the blonde thrusts her hips against her hand, quickening her pace. As Brittany bucks her hips, her soaked core and throbbing clit rub against Santana's thigh, the delicious friction causing Brittany to moan as well.
"Is this what you wanted, Santana? Does it feel better when it's my fingers fucking you instead of your own?" Brittany husks, her breathing heavy and erratic.
"God, yes. It feels so much better. Please don't stop," Santana begs.
"How badly do you want to come, Santana?"
"So fucking badly. Please, Britt."
"Come for me, baby." With a few more pumps, Santana comes undone, loudly moaning Brittany's name. Brittany's own orgasm follows almost immediately. Their cries of ecstasy echo in Santana's bedroom as the two girls shake and convulse against each other.
Brittany slows her pace, bucking her hips a few more times, allowing both of them to ride out their orgasms. Once they both come down from their high, Brittany captures Santana's lips in a lazy kiss. She smiles into the kiss before pulling away. "How was that?"
Santana blushes slightly. "That was amazing," she shyly whispers.
"You could've just told me you wanted this, San. You're my best friend, I would've helped," Brittany states matter-of-factly.
Santana smiles in return. "Thanks, Britt. You're my best friend, too."