“Well, I know that I do,” Santana giggled back. “Yourself?” she asked with air of mock innocence. “What do you mean?” She cocked her head at Brittney. She wondered if she would admit it or not. Most teens didn’t and she was very hesitant to but that didn’t mean she wasn’t enticed.
Her hand wandered up Brittney’s leg to Brittney’s hip. Santana’s hand rested there. She squirmed lightly as the pretty blonde kept touching her. She was a little nervous too but it was a fun nervous.