I just can't resist g!p prompts. I don't know why. There will be a part two for sure, not sure when I'll get it up, hopefully in the next few days, but I thought I'd just post the first part now anyway.

"A guy asked me out today. He's on the football team and he's super cute." Brittany explained casually to her best friend whilst idly reading a gossip magazine, mostly to just avoid eye contact with Santana who was sitting at her desk finishing homework quietly.

"So I guess you said yes?" Santana replied, finishing off her sentence before looking up at her friend's form, laying down with her long, tanned legs stretched out on her bed.

She noticed that Brittany wasn't looking up at her, which to Santana was painfully obvious that this conversation was leading somewhere uncomfortable for the blonde. She sat forward, directing her attention fully to her nervous friend.

"Well, I said I'd think about it. I mean, it's not about.. you know. It's just that I've never kissed a boy before and I don't want to look stupid." Brittany said with a light blush in her pale cheeks.

Santana smiled warmly in understanding and stood up to sit at the end of her bed with her legs crossed. Brittany finally looked up, feeling slightly more calm when seeing Santana looking at her with such sensitivity. She was really the only person Brittany knew she could talk to about these problems.

"You wont look like an idiot, Britt. Plus, if he doesn't like you because you're inexperienced then he's an asshole anyway." Santana shrugged, trying to be as helpful as possible.

Brittany thought on it for a moment. She knew Santana was right, and that everyone has their first time. But she couldn't wipe away the anxiety she felt when imagining the worst possible outcome. Like, what if she just froze, and didn't know what to do? She wasn't even sure how to kiss properly.

"You've kissed guys before though. You make out with Puck all the time." Brittany said, placing her magazine down to the side and resting her arms on her stomach.

"Yeah.." Santana began with a curious look at her friend. "I can tell you how to make out if you want." She proposed.

Brittany smiled faintly and nodded in approval. Santana grinned and sat forward, placing her hands on her knees.

"So like, start off slow, right? No tongue straight away, that's gross." Santana said with a serious look. Brittany nodded, listening for more intently. "And then you can start touching a bit more and things will heat up, then you can use some tongue. Don't go crazy though, no washing machine, that's such a turn off."

Brittany was trying to remember each tip, but found herself getting lost and confused in all of this new information. Santana noticed her confused stare and stopped, sighing deeply before running a hand through her hair.

"Sorry. I'm listening, I just don't really get it, what if I forget what to do and I put him off?" Brittany suggested, starting to panic a bit before Santana hushed her.

"Chill out, B. It's not that hard. You just gotta feel it in the moment, I guess." Santana said, making Brittany frown at the realisation that for once Santana couldn't help her out. Then a light switched on in her head and her head snapped up, a sly grin curving her thin lips.

"San, what if you taught me? We should totally kiss! It's perfect, you know how to kiss and you can teach me." She exclaimed bolting up into a sitting position as if it were the most brilliant plan ever.

Santana eyed her apprehensively. She couldn't tell whether Brittany even knew the implications of kissing your best friend. That it wasn't exactly normal to make out. Then again, Santana reminded herself that this was just 'practice' and nothing else. Why would it be anything else? They're best friends. She was just being silly.

"Oh, ok then. So, you just want me to kiss you?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Brittany's smile grew wider and she nodded excitedly, smoothing her hair back in anticipation. Santana couldn't help but admire her innocent enthusiasm. She simply rolled her eyes and shuffled forward so that they sat knee to knee.

"Well?" Brittany prodded, clearly becoming impatient. Santana suppressed a laugh, Brittany looked like she was about to burst.

"Ok, ok. Jeez, calm down. I can't kiss you if you're gonna get all crazy on me." Santana chided.

Brittany instantly calmed herself, putting on her serious face, which somehow seemed even more comical than her previous attitude. Santana ignored the part of her screaming that this was certainly going to be a disaster. She just had to remember that it was Brittany's first time and to be patient.

"Sorry." Brittany corrected quickly, sitting up more straight.

Santana could never be mad at that bright, bubbly face. It was just too adorable the way Brittany could charm her into anything, even kissing her. Hell, if Brittany pouted just once she'd probably be willing to do anything.

"Well this is getting awkward, so I'm going to kiss you now. Just do what I do and follow my lead. If you feel weird or anything just tell me and we'll stop, kay?"

"Kay." Brittany whispered, eyes firmly planted on a pair of perfectly defined lips. She couldn't wait to feel them.

Then, even though she was expecting it, the feeling of them coming into the lightest contact with her own made her tummy flutter. She breathed sharply through her nose and softly leant forward, urging more pressure into the kiss. Santana instinctively reacted to this movement, sensing that Brittany was ready for more and carefully parted her mouth, tilting her head to the side for more depth.

Brittany felt her body light on fire, the feeling of their lips now moving together sent tingles into every nerve ending of her body. It was electric. Sparked by this sudden buzz, Brittany ran her tongue along Santana's bottom lip, unable to contain her excitement.

Santana sucked in sharply from her nose and winced due to the pang of arousal that shot between her legs at the gesture. She hadn't expected the other girl to take the lead, especially since she had been so nervous about it at first. Not to mention Santana was supposed to be the one leading her.

Nonetheless, she parted her lips further, accepting the offer. She replied by swiping her own tongue against Brittany's lip, daring to graze her teeth before fully entering her warm mouth. Brittany whimpered, quickly darting her tongue out to meet Santana's. They simply grazed at first, but quickly began to move with more confidence and excitement the more comfortable they became with each other.

Brittany had never felt anything like it in her life, and the second she felt Santana's hands reach out to grip her waist, she moaned into her mouth and bit down on a pouty lip. Santana smirked into the kiss, realising the effect she was having on the blonde and loving every second of it. Brittany soon followed, allowing her own, thin fingers to explore the side of Santana's body, eventually moving down to grasp her hips.

The line between innocent practice and pure lust was broken the minute Brittany felt herself harden between her legs. At first, she didn't notice, but the feeling was new and certainly unexpected. Yet, it felt good, like, really good. The animal inside her took over, cupping Santana's ass, roughly pulling her forward.

Santana groaned into the kiss and knelt onto her knees, pushing Brittany down by her shoulders so that she was laying down, not breaking the kiss as she straddled her hips and pressed their bodies together.

"Am I doing ok?" Brittany asked between quick, impatient kisses, still clutching Santana's ass to bring her even closer yet.

"Uh-huh." Santana answered, grinding her hips forward against Brittany's hips, suddenly stopping when she felt something unexpected.

Their kiss broke and Brittany frowned, looking up at Santana with a questioning pout.

"Umm, Britts.." Santana began, raising her eyebrows in shock and interest, sliding back to sit on her legs, starting at the obvious tent now formed beneath her boxers.

Brittany's eyes widened at the sight. It frightened her at first, not realising what was happening to her, before Santana quickly shot in, explaining the whole situation to Brittany's utter humiliation.

"Hey, don't worry you're not dying. It's just an erection babe, totally normal. I mean, I am pretty hot, I can't blame you." Santana said with a satisfied shrug.

Brittany although still confused, started to become more intrigued by the unusual feeling. She knew what an erection was, Santana had explained it to her a few months ago when a guy got one in class. But Brittany never expected it to happen to her, at least not like this.

"It's kinda hot actually." Santana said in a husky tone, sliding her hand up Brittany's inner thigh.

Brittany's breath caught in her throat at the sensation, for some reason it made her erection twitch. Santana noticed this and licked her lips, staring at the bulge with hungry, dark eyes. Before Brittany could protest, she felt a soft hand brush over her rock hard length, making her gasp out at the burn of arousal that shot through her body at the simple touch.

"What are you doing?" Brittany breathed out, cheeks flushed and voice deeper than it was before.

"I just wanna touch it, ok? I wont hurt you or anything. Will you let me see it?" Santana asked, trying to suppress her eagerness.

Brittany bit her lip and after a moment of thinking, slowly nodded her head. Santana, no less than a second later, tugged at the waistband of her boxers and slid them down, as they reached her thighs, a huge, hard cock snapped out and hit Brittany's stomach.

Santana's eyes bulged at the sight. It was much bigger than she'd ever imagined. Like, really really big, at least eight inches and thick enough to stretch her mouth.

"Does it hurt?" Santana asked, running her fingers along the length, gawking at the sight of it.

"Not really, kind of I guess." Brittany said in a shaky voice. "It feels good when you touch it." She admitted with a blush.

Santana looked up at her, lips curling into a devious smile that made Brittany even harder. She closed her eyes when Santana took full hold of the girth in her small hand. Santana felt adrenaline pump through her body, turned on beyond belief as she watched Brittany arch into her hand, causing the slightest fiction.

"Does that feel good baby?" Santana asked in a raspy voice, confidence surging with each slow stroke.

"Yeah.." Brittany whimpered, gripping down on the sheets as the burning arousal grew.

"Faster. Please." She gasped out.

Santana didn't even need to be told. She started to stroke the entire length, watching it grow by the second. She hadn't seen a penis up close like this before, and she was sure it was just about the hottest thing she'd ever laid eyes on. Before she even knew what she was doing, Santana bent down and wrapped her lips around the sensitive head.

Brittany moaned loudly, bucking her hips in desperate need. Santana took note of the reaction and slid her mouth down the length until she was half way. It really did stretch her mouth, and she could barely get further than half way without it prodding at the back of her throat.

"Oh my God." Brittany moaned, fisting Santana's hair and attempting to push her head down further.

Santana almost choked when she was forced three quarters of the way down, but took as much as she could before sliding back up, sucking in to increase the pressure of her movements.

"Oh, fuck. Santana, that feels so good, don't stop." Brittany begged, canting upwards again and again so that she was mindlessly fucking Santana's mouth.

This turned Santana on to the point that her clit was now throbbing between her legs. She took the full length and started bobbing her head in a fast rhythm, noticing that the faster she was, the more vocal and forceful Brittany became.

"Keep going. Don't stop, don't fucking stop-" Brittany moaned, but was cut off when suddenly she felt a liquid spurt from her cock into Santana's mouth repeatedly, as if it would never stop.

She had no idea what the liquid was, but it sent her body tumbling into violent tremors of pleasure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she didn't notice her fingernails digging into Santana's scalp. Her words were beyond incoherent, mainly just grunting noises of ecstasy.

When the liquid stopped shooting from Brittany's cock, Santana unlatched her mouth and came up for air. Her mouth was filled with the creamy liquid, which she found to be surprisingly sexy. She swallowed all that she could manage, and lapped up any missed bits from Brittany's stomach and thighs.

Finally, she came down from her first orgasm, regaining her breath. Neither of them spoke for a long time, Brittany didn't know what to think. She felt satisfied and a little humiliated. She quickly pulled her boxers back up and sat up against the headboard with her knees to her chest.

Santana frowned sadly and shuffled in front of her friend.

"Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?" She asked apprehensively.

"No. No, it's not that. It actually felt really good. I just- that's never happened before." She explained with a shy blush.

Santana nodded in understanding and sat next to her.

"It's normal, you know? It's an orgasm, nothing bad. It actually made me really horny."

"It did?" Brittany asked, sounding curious but unsure.

"Yeah, totally. If you ever, you know, need help to relieve yourself, I'd definitely be up for helping." Santana offered with a suggestive wink.

"Really?" Brittany asked, a tentative smile creeping up her cheeks.

"Of course. Maybe some time you could help me out, too." Santana casually suggested.

Brittany already felt herself getting hard at the thought. She definitely wouldn't be turning that offer down.