Their clothes fall off.... Again

Chapter 2

Santana unlocks the doors and slides into the driver’s seat. Brittany takes her place at shotgun, Quinn behind Santana, Rachel behind Brittany. Santana starts the car

Back seats, windows up that’s the way you like to—Santana quickly turns down the radio her eyes darting to the rearview. Quinn and Rachel are grinning innocently.  Damn Lopez chill out. Santana thought to herself. She cleared her throat, cleansing her mind, and started driving. Brittany sees her girlfriend’s state and chuckles to herself.

“So have you guys eaten yet?” Santana asks hoping they could skip a dinner.

“Not yet” Quinn says wriggling her eyebrows catching Santana looking in the rearview mirror. Santana blushed internally.  “But we can wait until we get home.”  Santana starts heading to their apartment.

“So Rachel how do you like performing.” Brittany asks, turning in her seat.

“It’s better than I dreamed! I was just born to lead. That’s what the rest of the cast tells me anyhow. That I was just born to play the wicked witch.”

Santana snorts trying to suppress a laugh. “So Wicked is working out then huh? What about you Quinn, any new roles coming out for Miss Fabray?”

“Well, actually, I just got a role on a new cop show. That whole crime scene, evidence heavy stuff. Plenty of drama, which is perfect for me. Don’t know the name yet,” Quinn says, “it’s going to be on basic cable though. Trying to get my name out there before I audition for anything maj-“

Santana looks in the rearview to see Rachel’s lips locked with Quinn’s, her hand down towards Quinn and out of view. “Horny girls, can’t even wait till we get to your place.” Santana says, rolling her eyes. She pulls away as the light turns green, jumping a little at the feel of a finger tracing up her thigh. She looks down to see Brittany leaned over, her hand teasing Santana. “You too? At least I don’t feel left out I gu-“She whimpers mid sentence, Brittany’s fingers reaching and stroking Santana through her panties. She teases her girlfriend a little more before slipping her fingers under Santana’s underwear, rubbing her wet folds.  Santana almost lets her head fall back, remembering suddenly that she’s driving.  Biting her lower lip, Santana tries to focus on the road. When they reach the next red light, Brittany unhooks her seat belt, leaning over to pull Santana’s panties down and off. Before the light even changes, Brittany is knuckle deep in the Latina’s dripping pussy. She refocuses as the light changes, looking in the rearview.

 She sees that Quinn’s shirt is now open, her hand caressing her own breast. Rachel’s head is nowhere to be seen, but Santana has a pretty good idea of where it is. The image turns her on a little more, now noticing Quinn’s breathing has hastened, the sound almost making her jealous. She looks back to the road, still listening to the blonde’s hot breathing. Her split focus strained so much that she doesn’t even notice her own partner’s head start to drop down.

Brittany looks back at Quinn and Rachel, noticing Santana peek back at them in the rearview. She sees Rachel lapping slowly at Quinn, her cute underwear still hooked on one ankle. She looks back to Santana, knowing that she won’t notice if she decides to take a taste. She leans into Santana’s lap, Santana’s legs opening slightly, her tongue flicking her clit. She feels Santana jump a little, then spread her legs a little further. She starts to roll her tongue over her clit, hearing Santana’s breath hitch. She decides her lover is wet enough and starts to lick at her moist entrance…

Another Red light approaches and Santana pulls to a stop. She looks in her rearview and her and Quinn locks eyes. Santana feels the first wave of an approaching orgasm. She lets a moan escape her lips. Quinn looks at her with a smirk and seductively flicks her tongue on her top lip. Santana sees a green light in her peripheral and pushes on the gas. A horn honks, and Santana slams on the brake knocking Brittany's head into the steering wheel. She hears Rachel fall over into the floor squealing.  She realizes that the green light was a turning arrow.

“Jesus Christ!” Rachel mutters “Can you not drive, Lopez?”

“”Sorry I was kind of distracted.” Santana says obviously flushed. Rachel sees Brittany’s head rise. Rachel just forms an O with her lips. “I think that’s about enough of that for now.” She was pissed because her getting blue balled is just her luck tonight.

10 minutes later they pull up in front of the apartment and walk in…..