Santana knew she should tease more to provide for deniability but she couldn't wait anymore. Even her fear about something going too far wasn't enough to stop her. Her tongue brushed Brittney's lips before trying to push past.
She kept her hand on Brittney's tummy. She could feel the hand sliding into her shorts. Swallowing hard, it was Santana's turn to press her thighs together to get any sense of relief.
"What are you doing?" Santana prompted. "Where are your fingers? Outside? Inside?"