“Well, what would you use?” Santana asked coyly. She nudged her again. The giggles were intoxicating and contagious. Santana giggled as well. “Don’t tell me you never get horny.”
Santana rolled her eyes as they discussed Quinn. “She’ll be knocked up before senior year,” Santana said dismissively. “I knew girls like that and they are all talk and some are the biggest whores there are,” she mused in a catty tone. “Don’t worry about her and what she thinks. We know how to get boys,” she replied with total confidence.
Shifting, she moved to sit Indian style. “Like this,” she said, trying to pull Brittney into the same position. Facing away from the tv, the movie was quickly forgotten. She loved the feel of her hand on her neck. Santana was getting horny herself and there were no boys anywhere near…
Lightly, she rested her hand on Brittney’s knee beneath the blanket.