Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2003 20:50:21 -0500
From: KMB2476@aol.com
Subject: The Harem: Chapter 11 Part 3

This is a continuation of Part 3 of Chapter 11...Better read the other
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Jennifer then leaned in and kissed Cameron again.  There was instant
acceptance from the blonde and Jennifer hungrily sucked on her tongue,
feeling the passion that Cameron had stored up inside her.  It was going to
be so much fun to release that passion along with a flood of girl cum.
Both Cameron and Jennifer knew that a gym mat in the middle of an empty
room was not the best place for them to have their first encounter, but
they didn't care.  Neither girl was considering any common sense at the
moment.  They were too into each other.  They didn't want to risk moving
and losing this mood they were in.  They had to see this through and they
had to do it right there.

The pain in her leg now forgotten, Cameron picked herself up from the mat
so she and Jennifer could be face to face.  This allowed her to do what she
had longed to do...touch another woman's body.  She tentatively began to
touch Jennifer through her clothes.  But as Jennifer responded by doing the
same to her, Cameron became more sure of herself.  She still didn't
understand all these new feelings she had, but she knew she wanted this.
She'd question things later, after she'd come.

"Mmmm Cameron you have no idea how bad I've wanted you," Jennifer moaned in
between kisses.  She had her hands all over Cameron's breasts, massaging
them through the leotard and feeling those nipples swell and poke out until
they were practically ripping the material.  "I've seen you all these times
and you made me so fucking wet."

"Are you wet for me now Jennifer?" Cameron asked.  Her head was spinning
with the pleasurable possibilities that lay ahead.  She couldn't believe
that Jennifer was into this.  They were actually going to fuck!  Cameron
was having trouble focusing on doing one thing.  She wanted to do it all at
once.

"You bet I am," Jennifer answered before moaning sharply as Cameron sought
proof.  The blonde took her eager hand and slid it right into Jennifer's
shorts and under her panties, where she found exactly what she was looking
for.

"Ohhhhhh you are wet," Cameron sighed happily.  "But you're not nearly as
wet as me Jennifer.  My pussy is fucking soaked for you!  You wanna see?"

"Hell yeah," Jennifer grinned.  "But first I want these tits of yours
Cameron.  Let me show you what I can do to your body baby.  Let me show you
that your fantasies can't even touch how good the real thing feels."

Jennifer had never done anything like this before in her life.  The closest
she had gotten to sex in a public place was the poolside orgy outside the
mansion.  But that was safely on her property and this was clearly not.
They hadn't even bothered to lock the door and anyone could walk in on
them.  What if Tracy or one of the other class members forgot something and
came back for it?  They'd get quite an eyeful, but Jennifer didn't care and
neither did Cameron.  Jennifer wanted it this way.  She didn't want to be
safe and private right now.  She wanted Cameron to know how bad she wanted
her and she wanted anyone lucky enough to walk in on them to know it too.

"Show me Jennifer," Cameron ordered as she pushed the straps of her leotard
off her shoulders.  "Show me everything."

Jennifer didn't have to say anything more.  She just leaned in and kissed
Cameron again, letting their tongues massage each other while she helped
her friend out of her outfit.  The straps of the leotard were already off
of Cameron's shoulders by the time Jennifer leant her hands to the effort.
She just pushed things along further.  Jennifer pulled the leotard down off
Cameron's arms and lowered it until her beautiful breasts were exposed.

They were like soft, pink champagne glasses turned over.  Jennifer found
their size remarkably similar to hers and she couldn't wait to feel them in
her mouth.  She didn't even bother pulling the rest of Cameron's leotard
off.  Jennifer went right for her tits kissing them all over before going
after her nipples with her tongue.

"Mmmmm Jen yesssss..." Cameron mumbled as she leaned back on her hands for
support while she felt the pleasure this beauty was bringing her.  She had
been blessed with incredibly sensitive nipples and Jennifer was driving her
wild with her tongue on them.  She wondered if Jennifer's nipples would be
as sensitive as hers and she eagerly anticipated finding out.

Cameron's breasts fit quite well under her hands and Jennifer massaged
whichever tit she wasn't tonguing.  She heard every moan Cameron was making
and it pushed her to do more.  She teased Cameron's hard nipples with her
tongue, flicking them back and forth as she held her breasts firmly.
Cameron's nipples swelled like pencil erasers and Jennifer gave her even
more pleasure when she began sucking on them, rubbing them with her lips.

Jennifer was right.  This was better than anything Cameron had fantasized
about the past few weeks and Jennifer hadn't even gotten to her pussy yet.
Part of her had been nervous that she would have fantasized about this for
so long and then have it not be good.  But that didn't seem possible now.
Jennifer was doing everything Cameron liked and more.

Jared and her myriad of ex-boyfriends rarely paid attention to her tits.
They probably weren't as big as they wanted them to be, but her breasts
were an enormous erogenous zone for her.  She implored them to play with
them and suck on them, but they seldom did.  They were too eager to get at
her pussy or her extremely fuckable ass.  She didn't fault them for that.
She knew she was a hot fuck, but she just wished they would do the things
to her that Jennifer was doing right now.

"Yesssss Jennifer," Cameron groaned.  "Ohhhh fuck it's good.  Suck on my
nipples baby.  Make my tits all pink and wet.  You're making me so wet.
I'm gonna be dripping through this fucking leotard soon!"

Jennifer had certainly noticed that.  The heat coming from Cameron's pussy
was impossible to miss even though she was still clothed there.  She was
tempted to just rip the rest of this leotard off and jam her fingers into
Cameron's cunt, but she held herself back.  Sarah, Love and Rose had made
her first time so memorable in the back of the limo and this was the first
time Jennifer had a chance to be someone else's first lesbian encounter.
She didn't want this to be a quick orgasm, "wham, bam, thank you maam,"
thing.  She wanted Cameron to enjoy herself and come back for more.  She
couldn't do that by rushing through things.

Instead, Jennifer kept things at a brisk, but gentle pace.  She didn't go
after Cameron too hard, but made sure she wasn't left wanting for attention
or stimulation.  While she sucked and played with her breasts, Jennifer
lowered Cameron's leotard further, exposing her firm tummy and toned abs.
While keeping her hands on Cameron's chest, Jennifer pulled her mouth away
and began kissing her way down Cameron's stomach.

"Ooooh," Cameron cooed when she felt those soft kisses on her skin.  She
was still flush from the workout and Jennifer's lips were making her flesh
even pinker.  Jennifer was leaving little lip marks of saliva all over her
tummy and it was tickling and arousing all at once.  Half of her wanted to
push Jennifer's head to her pussy and the other half never wanted this
foreplay to end.  It was so good and Cameron wanted more, no matter what
"more" was.

To get a better angle on her new blonde lover, Jennifer gently pushed
Cameron down onto her back.  She lay flat on the mat as Jennifer lowered
herself back to her stomach.  Now she had her hands and mouth on her skin,
teasing her with her long nails with gentle scratches across her stomach,
leaving pink marks that quickly faded.  Cameron moved her own hands to her
breasts, rubbing them just like they had been before as Jennifer got closer
and closer to her pussy.

To Cameron, it was like her whole body was tingling and the closer Jennifer
got to her sex, the more she felt that way.  It was like Jennifer was
spending an eternity getting to her pussy and each kiss to her stomach only
made her wetter.  Cameron couldn't remember the last time anyone had gotten
her this aroused and she knew she had one hell of an orgasm building up
inside.

"Jen...please...I need you..." Cameron moaned.  "I need to feel your tongue
inside me!  Don't make me wait!  Eat my pussy!"

Jennifer just looked up and smiled.  She wasn't used to being in this
position.  She usually was on the other end, writhing and moaning for Sarah
or Rose to touch her and make her come.  She wasn't the seductress when it
came to other women.  But right now she felt like she could do anything.
She had Cameron Diaz, one of the most beautiful women in the world, right
beneath her and begging for her tongue.  She felt so powerful and so sexual
right then.

Having found her way down to Cameron's bellybutton, Jennifer hooked her
fingers into the bunched up leotard and pushed it down further, but not
enough to expose her pussy.  Jennifer instead got Cameron moaning more by
leaving it just short of that goal and then sliding her tongue over her
bellybutton.  Luckily Cameron was an "innie" so it was easy for her to
tongue her there.  It was just meant as warm-up for what Jennifer really
wanted to do with her tongue, but Cameron really liked it.

"Ohhhhh Jen!" Cameron cried out.  "That tongue feels so good!  Mmmm you're
gonna make me come before you even get to my pussy!"

Jennifer couldn't have that.  She didn't want to waste any of Cameron's
girl cream when it could be covering her tongue.  It was time to stop
teasing and time to start getting to the good stuff.

"Mmmm Cameron you're so nice and wet for me," Jennifer sighed as she began
to rub Cameron through her tights, feeling her heat and wetness.  "You
really gonna come for me?"

"Yessssss..." Cameron hissed, the feeling of Jennifer's hand on her pussy
making her back arch off the mat.  "You've got me so worked up that I'm so
fucking close!  Jen please!  I need to feel that tongue inside me!  Get it
deep inside my cunt!"

There was no way Jennifer could possibly refuse a lewd request like that.
So she finally took mercy on Cameron and tugged her leotard down all the
way.  Jennifer was hypnotized by lust when she got her first glimpse of
Cameron's pussy.  Her labia was soaked and the trimmed dirty blonde hair of
her bush was matted with the juices she'd leaked through all of this.
Jennifer just couldn't take her eyes off of it and the scent of Cameron's
arousal beckoned her onward as she peeled off the rest of that leotard.
When it was finally off her, Jennifer cast the garment aside and left
Cameron naked except for her sneakers and athletic socks.  It was such a
sexy vision and Cameron only made it better by reaching down and pawing her
pussy for Jennifer's lust filled eyes.

"See something you like?" Cameron asked, her voice husky with the desire
that was pumping through her body.

"Get your hands off that beautiful pussy and let me show you," Jennifer
ordered and Cameron immediately complied.  Jennifer set herself down on the
mat, flat on her belly, and brought her face right up to Cameron's sex.
Cameron's legs were already spread to expose all the pink goodies that lay
before her and all Jennifer had to do was just stick out her tongue and
enjoy.

Jennifer gave Cameron gentle licks at first, lapping up the juice on her
labia and slipping inside a little bit.  Cameron moaned and cried for more,
the sensation of another woman's tongue inside her pussy now something she
was instantly hooked on.  Jennifer licked at Cameron's pinkness, picking up
speed and force as she let long strands of saliva escape her mouth and drip
into Cameron's pussy.

"Ooooooooh fuck yes Jen!" Cameron gasped in pleasure.  "Get that tongue
inside me!  I love it!  I fucking love it!  Taste my pussy!  Taste how
fucking wet I am for you!"

Having gotten quite a good taste of Cameron's juices, Jennifer pushed her
face into her pussy further.  She got her whole mouth on her lips and
sucked on them, getting further passionate cries out of the blonde.
Cameron was already wet from her own arousal, but the saliva dripping from
Jennifer was turning her into a sloppy mess that both girls delighted in.

When she needed to pull away to refresh her supply of oxygen, Jennifer
studied the sexy view she had.  Cameron's pussy was all open and wet for
her.  She just had to slide a finger inside her and she pushed her index
finger deep inside Cameron.  The blonde didn't mind the penetration in the
slightest and begged for more.

"Fuck me Jen!" Cameron commanded.  "Get your fingers inside me!  Show me
how much you want to fuck my tight pussy!"

Jennifer responded by pushing a second finger in while she leaned down and
began kissing and nibbling on Cameron's splayed thighs.  Juices were
dripping down Jennifer's hand and onto Cameron's legs and she helpfully
lapped them up, loving that tangy flavor on her tongue.  Cameron's pussy
wasn't too tight, but it was still a nice fit around her fingers.  She was
so soft and pink inside and Jennifer couldn't help but imagine what the
rest of the girls at the mansion could do with this hot little snatch.

Whether it was Jennifer's tongue or fingers inside her, Cameron loved it
all.  It was so much pleasure all at once and it was just what Cameron
wanted and needed.  It couldn't have been more different from the way men
fucked her.  She came from them, so it wasn't like she had been fooling
herself all these years into thinking she was straight, but she loved the
way Jennifer was taking her pussy with passion and skill.  If there were
other girls out there as good as Jen, Cameron predicted she was going to
have a lot of girlfriends on the side.

Her fingers were covered in Cameron's essence by now and Jennifer pulled
them out so she could get herself a taste.  But when she was about to bring
them up to her lips, Cameron suddenly demanded a change of plans.

"No!" she gasped.  "Give them to me! Let me taste my pussy!  Gimmie!"

Even though Jennifer would have appreciated a "please" in there somewhere,
she was happy to comply with Cameron's wishes.  She laid her body on top of
Cameron's and brought her fingers up to her lips.  Jennifer didn't feed
them to Cameron right away.  Instead, as the girls had done to her more
than a few times, she began to rub them over Cameron's lips, giving her a
cummy glaze of lip gloss.

Cameron smiled happily at this new form of makeup, but she needed to taste
those fingers.  She grabbed Jennifer's hand and pushed it into her mouth,
hungrily sucking her fingers clean.  Cameron had tasted her own juices
before from her fingers, her toys and from cocks she'd just fucked, but
she'd never tasted another woman's fingers before and she was totally into
it.  The naughty nature of what she was doing seemed to make the taste of
her juice even better and she couldn't wait to see what kind of taste
Jennifer had.

But before there was any change of positions, Jennifer wanted to make sure
Cameron came first.  She wanted to give her the orgasm she'd fantasized
about and if things broke right she'd have a new friend to invite over to
the mansion.  Even if that didn't happen and if the two of them never saw
each other again, Jennifer knew she'd always be able to remember how she
ate Cameron Diaz out on a gym mat once.

When her fingers were clean, Jennifer pulled them away from Cameron and set
back to giving her friend that orgasm.  She didn't even pause to play with
Cameron's tits this time.  She just went right back to her pussy and pushed
her tongue right back inside her soft folds.

"Yessssss!" Cameron squealed.  "Fuck me Jen!  Tongue fuck that wet pussy!
Ohhhhhhh do you have any idea how fucking good your tongue is?"

Jennifer only knew what she heard and she had heard that quite a few times
now.  She didn't know what was so great about her tongue, but the girls
kept telling her how much they loved it so she kept giving them what they
wanted.  Cameron was dripping a new coating of juice onto her tongue and
she was getting even hotter and tighter than she was before.  It was
obvious she was close and Jennifer was going to give her everything she
needed to get off.

Tonguing Cameron's pussy and sucking on her labia was certainly getting her
wet and writhing, but Jennifer knew that the only by paying some serious
attention to her clit, was Cameron going to come.  The blonde was so
aroused by now that finding her clit was as simple as finding a bright,
flashing red light in a dark room.  Jennifer was easily able to locate it
and she pushed her tongue through the sea of Cameron's tangy girl juices to
get at it.  Once she got at Cameron's pulsating clit, she flicked at it
with her tongue, getting the blonde to jump back in sudden pleasure.
Jennifer grinned into Cameron's pussy and proceeded to do it to her again
and again until she was bouncing on the mat.

Cameron was amazed at what Jennifer was doing to her.  It truly, absolutely
100% was better than she had dared to dream it would be.  Guys needed a
pickaxe and a flashlight to find her clit and Jennifer's tongue had gotten
to it in no time.  She was hitting just the right spot and Cameron felt
like she was about to jump out of her skin.  She bounced on the mat up and
down, her bare ass slapping it hard to her complete delight.  It was like
she was getting spanked while she was being eaten and she loved it.  Ooooh
that was a good idea for later, she thought to herself with a wicked grin,
as she pictured herself bent over for Jennifer's tongue while her new lover
smacked the firm cheeks of her ass.

"Yesssssssssssss...fuck yesssssssss..." Cameron urged.  "Fuck that clit!
Ohhhhhh you know just where to lick me Jen!  Fuck!  I'm so close!  More Jen
more!  Make me come!  Don't stop tonguing my clit!"

While her tongue was busy working over Cameron's clit, Jennifer was rubbing
Cameron's thighs and stroking down to the top of her legs.  She wished she
had more of an opportunity to work those gorgeous legs over from top to
toe.  Hopefully this wouldn't be the last time she had a chance to play
with this body because there was so many things she wanted to do to
Cameron.  Her legs were the type that caused men to strain their necks to
watch girls walk.

Jennifer felt those legs wrap around her back and she totally welcomed it.
It was so hot to feel those sneakers against her back and know that they
were the only thing Cameron still had on.  It also made the fact that she
was still completely dressed while she feasted on this goddess' pussy all
the more obvious and even more of a turn on.

Cameron had never felt pleasure like this before.  Her whole body was
trembling and she felt like she was slowly being filled with pressure.
Soon she was on edge with that pressure, just waiting for the orgasmic
relief that would shoot through her veins and make her feel so, so good.
Every time Jennifer's tongue licked her clitoris she bounced and got closer
to her deliverance.  Earlier she had been complaining about no one going
down on her and now she was getting the best oral sex of her life.  It was
an incredible twist of fate.

The walls of Cameron's pussy now were pinching around her tongue.  It was
harder for Jennifer to lick her, but she had gotten her clit swollen enough
now that it was easy for her to suck on her.  She pulled her tongue away
and got her lips right on it, sucking Cameron passionately and pushing her
over the edge.

"YESSSSSSSSSS!!!" Cameron screamed as she came.  She exploded with a full
blast of cream against Jennifer's face as her fantasy totally and
emphatically came true.  Her breasts bounced up and down and she smacked
into the mat until she figured her ass was black and blue from the force
that was pulsating through her body.  "FUUUUUUCK!!!  I'M COMING!!!! OHHHHHH
TAKE IT JENNIFER!!!  TAKE ALL MY HOT CUM!!!"

Jennifer did just that or at least as much as she could manage.  Cameron's
pent up arousal creamed her skin, covering her mouth, face and chin in girl
cum.  Cameron continued to buck up and down as she screamed her orgasmic
ecstasy, smashing her pussy into Jennifer's face and rubbing herself all
over.  The girl cum that Jennifer couldn't get onto her tongue or in her
mouth just dripped down her chin and stained the t-shirt that now clung to
her body from exertion.

"Whoaaaaa..." Cameron sighed in amazement as she slumped back onto the mat
and released Jennifer from her leggy imprisonment.

"Didn't I tell you it was going to be good?" Jennifer grinned, her face
shiny with juices.  Cameron could only nod her head, smile and stare at
Jennifer's beautiful face covered in her essence.  It was more than she
could possibly have expected.  Now she felt a hunger and it was a hunger
only Jennifer could satisfy.  As soon as Cameron had enough strength back,
she beckoned her lover closer.

"Come to me," Cameron said, opening her arms from her position flat on the
mat.  Jennifer happily accepted the invitation and embraced Cameron,
kissing her tenderly and giving her ample opportunity to taste herself all
over her lips and face.  Cameron loved her taste even more than she had
when she had sucked on Jennifer's fingers and she kept kissing and licking
her lover's face until she had rolled on top of her.

"I didn't just fantasize about you going down on me," Cameron said, her
blonde hair hanging down over her face and her bare breasts rubbing against
Jennifer's t-shirt.

"Oh yeah?" Jennifer asked in anticipation.  Her shorts and panties were
thoroughly soaked by now.  "What else were you fantasizing about?"

"I would think about eating your sweet pussy Jennifer," Cameron answered
before smothering Jennifer's lips with her own in another passionate kiss.
She pushed her hands back into Jennifer's shorts, easily pulling them down
her legs along with her panties.

Jennifer shivered as she felt a trail of juice being left down her legs as
Cameron yanked down her clothes.  They were pulled all the way down her
legs until she was completely bottomless and on her back with just her
t-shirt, bra and sneakers keeping her from being stark naked.

"Mmmm your pussy looks soooo good," Cameron marveled as she caught her
first glimpse of an aroused woman.  She had seen plenty of other naked
women in her life, but nothing like this.  Jennifer's bush had been trimmed
down to just the slightest wisp of brown hair in a V and there was juice
covering her cunt lips and thighs.  She was so wet and Cameron could
practically taste her from up above her.

"It tastes even better," Jennifer promised.  "Why don't you get down there
and see for yourself?"

"I'd love to," Cameron said.  She was practically drooling by this point as
she looked at Jennifer's flesh covered in sheens of perspiration and
arousal.  Jennifer had just done amazing things to her with her tongue and
Cameron was eager to show that she was paying attention.  She was planning
on making girl sex a regular part of her social life now and there was no
better time to learn how to eat pussy than now.

Cameron reached down and ran her palm over Jennifer's slit, really getting
herself her first good, long touch of another woman.  It was just like when
she touched herself but of course it was better.  She wasn't just giving
herself pleasure this time.  She was stroking the wet pussy of a beautiful,
bottomless woman and Cameron felt giddy when she saw Jennifer tremble from
pleasure.  A bead of sweat trickled down from under Jennifer's t-shirt and
Cameron leaned down to lick it up as she palmed Jennifer's snatch.

"Mmmm you've got a pretty good tongue yourself there," Jennifer moaned as
she felt Cameron swipe upward on her stomach.  "I can't wait to feel that
in my pussy."

"You won't have to wait too long," Cameron swore.  "I'm dying to taste you
right from the source."

All her troubles really were far from her mind now as Jennifer looked down
at the gorgeous blonde movie star rubbing her pussy and licking at her
belly button.  Her t-shirt was only getting in the way, so Jennifer propped
herself up and pulled it over her head.  She tossed the shirt away with the
rest of their discarded clothes and gave Cameron much more skin to play
with.

Jennifer had left her sports bra on and Cameron eyed how her nipples were
like rocks straining against it.  The bra clung to Jennifer's chest like
skin and Cameron could easily make out her tits from under it.  She was
going to reach up and take it off too, but she just couldn't pull her
attention away from Jennifer's wet pussy.

"You are so fucking sexy..." Cameron stated softly like a random thought as
she let her eyes soak in Jennifer's almost bare body while she tasted the
juice that was now coating her palm.

"Thank you," was all Jennifer could reply with before a series of moans
overtook her.  Cameron had begun kissing her thighs and was getting
tantalizingly close to her pussy.  Jennifer moaned her approval and Cameron
kept going, giving Jennifer little butterfly kisses all over her damp
thighs and hovering above her pussy.

Cameron stared right down onto Jennifer's wet lips.  This was it.  It was
what she wanted right in front of her.  Jennifer's pussy was one of the
sexiest things she'd ever seen and the thought of turning back now and
forgetting this ever happened was inconceivable.  Cameron let her instinct
take over and she dragged her tongue right over Jennifer's slit.

"Oooooh..." Jennifer moaned.  "That's it Cameron.  Start it off nice and
slow.  Mmmmm taste how wet I am.  That's just how I like it baby."

As she instructed Cameron in the fine arts of cunnilingus, Jennifer flashed
back to the first time she had eaten pussy.  It had been the day she,
Sarah, Love and Rose had moved into the mansion and they had just torn each
other's clothes off right in the foyer.  Rose had already licked her to
orgasm and then she got her first taste of pussy when Rose had pressed her
wet cunt to her face.  It had been absolutely wonderful and Jennifer wanted
Cameron to feel that good too.

It took a moment for Cameron to get used to the flavor of another woman,
but she quickly got into it.  Jennifer was sweet, but sharp at the same
time.  She loved it.  It wasn't bitter like she found most guys to be.  The
more she licked, the more she wanted.  She had thought this was just going
to be another normal day when she left the house, but now she was eating
her first pussy and relishing every solitary second of it.

With no experience for her to fall back on, Cameron just tried to repeat
what Jennifer had done before.  She opened Jennifer's legs a little and let
her tongue slide up and down.  It wasn't that much different in principle
to sucking cock.  It was like her running her tongue up and down a shaft or
over the head of her lover's dick.  It's just that this was a pink set of
lips covering a swollen pleasure center rather than a hard piece of meat
for her to get her lips around.  Aside from the difference in appearance,
it was a pretty similar experience.  You just had to find the right spots
and then hit them until an orgasm arrived.

"Lick it Cameron," Jennifer urged.  "Lick my pussy.  Mmmm I want to come
all over you.  I want to come like you just came.  Every class I get so
horny watching you that I have to go home and finger myself!  You're even
hotter than I imagined.  Make me come Cameron!  You're doing so good!"

Cameron appreciated that feedback.  She was assuming from Jennifer's moans
and from her wetness that she was doing a good job, but it was always good
to have that confirmed.  She loved knowing that Jennifer had been
fantasizing about her too.  Why had they wasted all this time when they
could have been doing this since the first day of class?  If only she'd
known Jennifer would have been receptive to a come on.  Cameron promised
right there and then to never doubt her impulses again.

The heat of Jennifer's pussy was increasing and Cameron could feel her
getting closer.  She'd been so worked up from class and from all they'd
done that it felt like she was going to come in no time.  Cameron wanted to
be there for that orgasm.  She didn't want to miss a drop of Jennifer's
cream.  It was hard for her to get comfortable though.  She had gotten on
her belly to lick at Jennifer's pussy, just like it had been done to her,
but it was difficult to maintain a consistent licking pattern on her.  She
was starting to hurt her neck a little.  Something had to change and
Cameron quickly realized what they could do.

"Get up Jennifer," Cameron requested.  "I want to get at your pussy
better."

Jennifer immediately realized what Cameron wanted her to do and she was
perfectly willing to do it.  Right now she just wanted to come and she
didn't particularly care what position she was in.  She could have been
standing on her head and if it had resulted in an orgasm then she wouldn't
have minded a bit.

As Cameron looked at her lustfully, Jennifer pulled herself off of her back
and got on her hands and knees.  She turned around so her ass was right at
Cameron's face.  The blonde admired her lover's bare bottom and her toned,
tight cheeks.  Cameron knew she had a great ass, but Jennifer's was right
up there too.  It looked so sexy sticking up like it was, waving in the air
and Cameron couldn't help but respond.

"Ow!" Jennifer yelped as Cameron smacked her ass with a firm slap.

"Sorry," Cameron blushed.  She had done that on instinct and hadn't
considered whether or not Jennifer would actually like it.  She didn't want
to ruin this now.

"That wasn't a complaint," Jennifer smiled, turning her head so she could
look right at Cameron.  "Do it again."

Cameron grinned wildly when Jennifer said that.  She loved being spanked,
but she had always wanted to spank someone back once.  None of the guys she
had been with had been willing, but now Jennifer was asking for it in more
ways than one.  As Jennifer's pussy lips glistened before her, Cameron
spanked her ass, leaving pink handprints on her flesh that quickly
disappeared.

"Ohhhhhhhhh yesssss..." Jennifer groaned sensuously.  "Spank my ass!  Show
me everything you fantasized about doing to my body!"

If I did that, we'd be here for hours, Cameron thought to herself with a
smile.  Not that that would have been a bad thing.  She had fantasized
about doing so many things to Jennifer.  Spanking was the least of them.

As Cameron's hand continued to smack the giggling cheeks of her ass,
Jennifer continued to moan.  Since she had moved into the mansion, Jennifer
had picked up a love for a good spanking.  It made her feel naughty and
tingly all over.  As long as it wasn't too rough, Jennifer found it to be
excellent foreplay and the more Cameron spanked her, the more her pussy
began to drip down her legs.

"Ohhhhhh fuck Cameron you're making my pussy soooooo wet," Jennifer hissed
after another firm smack.  "Mmmmm oh gawd...I love how you're spanking me!
Do it like we're slutty strippers up there putting on a two-girl show."

That idea sounded really good to Cameron and she gave Jennifer a series of
firm, but not harsh slaps, to her pink ass.  She didn't want to go too far
though.  This wasn't about discipline.  It was about pleasure and she
didn't want to forget about that.  Cameron leaned down and began kissing
the cheeks of her butt, easing the pain on the tender flesh she had just
smacked.  Jennifer was on the verge of purring from feeling those soft lips
on her ass.  She wiggled her butt some more, hoping for more and also
hoping that Cameron would notice how wet her pussy was.

Cameron would have had to have been blind and without the sense of smell to
not notice Jennifer's arousal.  While it was fun to spank the girl she
watched every Thursday at 8:00, it was going to be more fun to lick her and
make her come.  With that wetness running down Jennifer's legs, Cameron
wanted it on her tongue more than ever.

As Jennifer cooed happily, Cameron let her hands rest on her sore ass
cheeks as she pushed her mouth back onto the wet pussy before her.  She
licked at Jennifer's wetness, letting it drag up and down as she separated
her slit and got inside her folds.  Cameron was in a much better position
now and she let her tongue fly inside Jennifer's pussy.  She licked at her
sweet pink parts, lapping up the juices that were already there and causing
more to be generated onto her tongue.

"Mmmmm ooooooooooooh Cameron," Jennifer moaned.  "Ohhhhhh that's it
sweetie.  Lick that pussy up!  Lick all those juices!  Ohhhh fuck I'm going
to come!  You want that Cameron?  You want me to come all over your tongue?
You want my juices covering your face?"

"Oh fuck yes," Cameron declared in between licks.  "Come for me Jennifer!
Soak my skin like I soaked you!"

The moans coming from Jennifer got louder now as Cameron got her tongue
back inside and really began to work it against her clit.  Cameron was
surprised at how easy it was to find her clit.  She had thought Jennifer
was exceptionally skilled before, but now she just realized that a lot of
the guys who had tried unsuccessfully to find her clit her just blind.

Cameron moved one of her hands off of Jennifer's ass and slid those fingers
against her slit.  She used her fingers to spread her labia open even more
so her tongue could really give it to her clit.  While her fingers kept her
pussy open, Cameron slid another finger inside Jennifer so she could finger
her while she licked her.

"Ohhhhhh I'm close Cameron!" Jennifer announced.  "Sooooooo fucking close!
Lick me baby!  Make me come!!!  Ohhhhhhh I need to come Cameron!"

Cameron loved hearing those frenzied cries for orgasm and knowing she was
the one making Jennifer feel that good.  She didn't want to make Jennifer
suffer though.  She wanted to make her come.  She fingered her a little
harder and tongued her clit a little faster now.  Jennifer responded by
beginning to lurch back and forth, fucking Cameron's finger and tongue and
bringing herself closer and closer to the sensations she craved.  The
sports bra kept Jennifer's tits from bouncing, but she didn't dare take it
off.  She liked being fucked like this with some of her clothes off.  She
loved that she and Cameron were still in their sneakers.  It made her feel
nastier to know they were so into each other they hadn't even bothered to
get completely undressed.

Jennifer had come so many times last night, but she was ready for it again
now.  She loved what Cameron was doing to her and she loved how her eager
tongue and finger just licked and touched her in all the right places.  She
was going on instinct and doing a great job of it.  She was so close.  She
just needed a little bit more.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Cameron..." Jennifer wailed.  "PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!
MAKE ME COME!!!"

Cameron responded by moving her tongue into Jennifer's cunt a little deeper
so the widest part was against her aroused clit.  The pleasure bud was
twitching inside Jennifer's pussy and when Cameron began giving her a hard
tonguing she lost it.

"YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Jennifer cried in ecstasy.  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
CAMERONNNNNNNNNN!!!"

Hearing her name cried out like that almost had Cameron coming herself.
She so badly wanted to just push her fingers inside her pussy and fuck
herself, but she didn't.  She kept her focus on Jennifer and licking up all
the girl cream that was now hitting her face.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" Jennifer screamed, gripping the mat with her nails as she
pushed her ass into Cameron's face and let her tongue stab into her again
and again, drawing out her orgasm.  When she just couldn't take even one
more orgasmic tremor, Jennifer fell right onto her belly on the mat with a
happy smile on her face.

"Was I good?" Cameron teased as she moved over to help Jennifer up off the
mat.  She lifted her new lover into her arms and they held each other.

"Mmmmmm yesssss..." Jennifer grinned, giving Cameron a big, grateful kiss
to show her just how good she was.

"That was definitely the best class of strip cardio ever," Cameron joked
before moaning from Jennifer's tongue cleaning off her face.

"Think you might like a workout like this more often?" Jennifer inquired,
ready to reveal the details of her previous experience.  From what she had
just seen, Cameron was going to love visiting the mansion.

"Why?  Do you know a place?"  Cameron asked.

"As a matter of fact I do," Jennifer smiled, her eyes twinkling over the
secret she knew was going to blow Cameron's mind.

* * * * *

It looked like it was glowing.  It wasn't, of course, but to Britney
Spears' eyes it was.  She was almost afraid to touch it.  It was like it
was exhibit in a museum and if she grabbed it she half expected alarms to
go off and armed security guards to rush in.  Britney couldn't help herself
though.  She had to touch it.  She had to hold it in her hot little hands.
It was shiny.  It was beautiful.  It was...her precious...

Britney reached out for it, but her hand actually started to tremble and
she pulled it back.  She took a deep breath to relax herself and then she
tried again.  This time she was able to grasp it and she brought it forward
to examine it.

"Best New Artist: Christina Aguilera."  The words shone off of Christina's
Grammy.  It was incredible to hold it.  Britney remembered that night.  She
and Christina had both been nominated in the category.  Britney had wanted
the Grammy so bad and, even though she had put on a brave face afterward,
she had been devastated to lose to Christina.

Now she finally had a Grammy in her hands and the fact that it was
Christina's and not hers made scant difference.  It only made her want one
of her own that much more, but on the other hand it did hit home what she
had learned first hand recently.

The desire for awards and accolades had lessened over the last few weeks.
Even though it felt really, really good to hold the Grammy in her hands and
even though Britney couldn't help but go over in her head the acceptance
speech she had memorized for when she did win one, she knew there were more
important things in life.  The past few weeks of her life had been so
amazing and Britney felt as if her eyes were really open for the first time
ever.  All the pressure and all the fighting and clawing of the music
industry had really taken a toll on her and now she felt as if it was more
important to appreciate the pleasures of life.

A few weeks back, Britney had felt so miserable.  She was mired in the
gloom of her breakup with Justin Timberlake and she viscous backlash
against her that she was caught in had reduced her to tears on more than a
few occasions.  It felt to her like she couldn't do anything without being
criticized.  Everyone seemed to be relishing her misery and story after
story in the press made fun of her, ridiculed her success and wondered if
she'd "lost it" at the ripe age of 20.  The stress had just built and built
until Britney had just felt like she couldn't take it anymore.

But that had all changed on her last trip to New York City.  Britney had
been booked to perform on "Late Night With Conan O'Brien" but the real
action had taken place backstage.  The last thing in the world Britney had
expected to happen had happened and she had found herself seduced into
lesbian sex with Jessica Alba.  Britney had never been with a girl before,
but Jessica had made her feel pleasure she didn't think was possible.  She
had resisted at first, but Jessica stripped away her inhibitions along with
her clothes and soon enough she had been an enthusiastic participant in
what had been the best sexual experience of her young life.

Being with Jessica had made Britney forget all about Justin and all the
people who took such pleasure in her problems and it had only been the
beginning.  A few days later Britney had found herself sharing a dressing
room with Christina at the "One World One Love" concert and their simmering
rivalry had turned into something else entirely.  They had literally fought
to the point where they were rolling on top of each other on the floor, but
then Britney had kissed Christina on impulse and it had been nothing but
pleasure since.

They had fucked right there on the floor of the dressing room.  It was a
blunt way to put it, but it was exactly what they had done.  All the heat
of their feud had boiled over into lust and they had been fucking ever
since.  Britney had wanted to rekindle the friendship she had once had with
Christina when they were on "The Mickey Mouse Club" together and they had
done that and more.  It wasn't what she had expected, but Britney felt like
she had finally found someone she could trust completely.  She felt as
though Christina knew what she was going through and could help her
overcome her problems.

Now Britney was in Christina's home where she had been crashing for the
last couple of days.  She and Christina had done everything best friends do
with one another and there was the bonus of the endless sessions of girl
sex that always left Britney with her head spinning and her pussy dripping.
She had never thought the secret to her happiness would be by becoming a
lesbian, but she felt peace for the first time in what felt like forever.

That peace was suddenly shattered when Britney heard the unmistakable sound
of a glass breaking.  It so startled Britney that she dropped Christina's
Grammy from her hands.  Britney gasped and caught it in mid-air before it
crashed to the ground.  Sighing in relief, Britney put the Grammy back on
the shelf as she heard the noise again.

Britney was understandably curious about what was going on and when she
heard the smashing again and what sounded like cursing, she went looking
for the source.  She wandered through the house and was quite surprised to
see that it was coming from an otherwise empty room in the house where
Christina was standing and hurling champagne glasses against the wall.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!"  Christina screamed, chucking a glass against the wall
and ducking out of the way of the glass shards.

"COCKSUCKER!!!" Christina screamed as she picked up another glass and sent
it flying toward the wall.

"Chrissy?  What are you doing?" Britney asked, announcing her presence.

"Hey sexy," Christina grinned when she saw Britney.  She had her hair
pinned up and the new tattoo on the back of her neck was revealed.  It read
"Xtina" and it was the name Christina had given herself recently, to
christen her new identity, one that was far removed from the pop princess
she had been when she had hit the scene.  "What's up?"

"Well...I heard the noise and I wanted to see if everything was ok,"
Britney said.

"Oh yeah, it's fine," Christina replied.  "This is just stress relief."

"Stress relief?" Britney inquired.

"Yeah it's great," Christina explained.  "I mean there's just something
about breaking shit that feels sooooo good.  I mean next to fucking it's
the best feeling I can get offstage.  I mean you can just take all that
rage and frustration and sadness and just fucking shatter it against the
wall.  It really gets the blood flowing."

"Maybe I need to try that," Britney said.

"Hey go ahead," Christina said, gesturing toward a box of glasses that was
labeled "Xtina's Breakables."  Britney picked up a glass and tossed it
against the wall, chipping the glass but doing no serious damage.

"What the fuck Britney?" Christina asked, shaking her head.  "You throw
like a girl.  You've gotta fucking smash it!  Pick it up and scream out
while you do it.  Here, watch..."

Christina then proceeded to take a glass and hurl it while screaming
"FUCKWAD!!!"

"Wow," Britney said, a little shaken by Christina's rage.  "I guess that's
just not my kind of stress relief."

"And what is?  Smoking cigarettes and flipping the bird to photographers?"
Christina teased.

"Hey, I'm trying to quit," Britney defended herself.  It was true.  She
hadn't smoked a cigarette since she and Christina had gotten together.
"And those guys deserved it."

"I know they did Britney," Christina said, walking away from the box and
embracing Britney.  She kissed her lover passionately and Britney eagerly
surrendered to the kiss, sucking in Christina's tongue and reveling in the
sensations.

"So what were you stressing from?" Britney asked.

"Oh it's just my fucking label," Christina muttered, frowning as she did
so.  "They want me to tone down my image.  They say I'm too sexual...as if
you could ever be TOO sexual.  I mean Jesus Fucking Christ, this is me.
I'm not some image they can just ship out there so I can appear at a mall
in Utah.  If they want that so fucking bad they can go find Jessica Simpson
and the fucking Olsen Twins.  Not like they're busy being relevant these
days."

"I get the same thing," Britney sighed.  "I feel like they want me to be
someone and I don't even know who I am these days.  I'm tired of being who
they want me to be.  My label plots my every move.  They have me scheduled
down to the second.  That's why I took this time off.  I just wanted to
relax and find out who I am.  I don't want to be their version of Britney
Spears anymore.  I can't wait to see the look on their face when I tell
them about us."

Britney's last statement almost had Christina choking on her tongue.

"What do you mean 'about us' Britney?" Christina demanded.  "What are you
talking about?"

"I'm going to come out," Britney declared.  "I mean I have to tell my mom
and everything first.  But after that I'm probably going to be interviewed
a lot...you know about being a lesbian and everything.  I'm not sure how I
should do this.  What do you think Chrissy?  Should I do a magazine
interview with People?  I don't want to do US because they totally took
Justin's side in the breakup.  Or should I just go on Barbara Walters?"

"Britney...listen to me very carefully," Christina said, her hands on
Britney's shoulders.  "Have you told anyone about this yet?"

"No silly," Britney smiled.  "I haven't had time with all the fun we've
been having."

Christina exhaled a visible sigh of relief.  That was the last thing she
needed right now.  She wasn't ashamed of who she was and what she liked,
but if she was going to tell the world about it, she was going to do it on
her terms.  Besides, it wasn't their business who she was fucking and what
sex they were.

"Britney, you do know I still fuck guys right?" Christina asked.  Britney
frowned and took a step back.

"But I thought...you and I..." Britney said.

"Britney, I really love being with you and I love fucking you," Christina
explained.  "But I'm not a lesbian.  I love pussy and I love cock.  I'm
bisexual.  I'm only fucking girls these days, but if I went out to a club
and met some hot guy with flava and a 10 inch cock, baby I would be all
over that.  You understand?"

"Sure," Britney said.  She supposed she shouldn't feel as hurt as she did,
but she couldn't help it.

"Just because you like pussy doesn't mean you're a dyke," Christina said.
"You can like both.  I mean you still think guys are hot, right?"

"Yeah," Britney admitted.  It had been bothering her that she still found
guys cute even though she was supposed to be a lesbian.  Everything
Christina was saying made sense.  She wished she'd seen it that way before.
She guessed she had just been so excited, she forgot to look at things like
that.  She did that sometimes.

"So there you go," Christina said.  "You're bi, just like me Britney.  Tell
you what, I'll bring home a stud sometime and we can share him.  I'll show
you what being bi is all about.  It means if you see someone you like, you
can fuck them.  It's as simple as that.  Believe me Britney, you can have a
lot of fun like that.  You were just saying you don't know who you are.
Let me help you find out."

"I'd like that," Britney replied with a smile.  She knew Christina would
help her figure things out.  She felt like part of her was all grown up,
but the rest of her hadn't caught up yet and she could sense that Christina
felt the same way.

"That's my girl," Christina said, kissing Britney again.  She had never
expected anything like this to happen.  Not with Britney.  But she found
herself really liking the time she spent with her old friend.  Britney was
the personification of everything she wanted to distance herself from, but
she was just so fucking cute that Christina couldn't help herself.  She
would watch Britney walk around the house naked and her pussy would just
melt.  She just wanted to eat her up and she did...whenever she could.

"It's gonna be you and me Britney," Christina promised.  "And everyone who
doesn't dig that can just go fuck themselves.  Now if only we could get my
fucking record label off my back."

"Yeah, they're nothing but pains in the ass," Britney agreed.  "Hey, the
way we're talking, we should just go and form a record label of our own."

"Yeah we should," Christina said, chuckling over the idea of her own label.
She'd be the worst executive ever.  Most record label heads should get up
sometime before three in the afternoon.

"So what are we gonna do today?" Britney asked.  "It's noon now.
'Spongebob Squarepants' is on.  You should totally watch that with me.
It's like the best show ever."

"Yeah I think I've watched that with my little brother," Christina teased.
Britney was so into that show.  She never missed it.  "Maybe you can watch
it with him and the rest of his third grade friends."

"Quiet bitch," Britney playfully shot back.  "You're just jealous cause
you're not cool enough to get it."

"Whatever," Christina dismissed with a smile and a wave of her hand.
Suddenly a light bulb popped on over her head.  She knew the perfect way to
spend the day.  It would help broaden Britney's horizons a little.  Plus,
it would help burn off the rest of her stress too.

"Hey Britney," Christina said.  "I think it's time you met a few friends of
mine.  What do you say about taking a little trip to Malibu?"

* * * * *

Even though the hands on the clock showed it was past noon, Rose was still
in bed.  She wasn't quite sleeping, but she wasn't quite awake either.  She
was in that light doze limbo between consciousness and un.  Her door was
closed, which certainly wasn't normal.  Rose had once kept it wide open,
hoping people would peek in and get ensnared in her web.  But it was closed
now and, for the most part, it had been that way since the incident at the
concert.

Some of the girls tried to talk to her about what had happened, but Rose
didn't want to talk.  She thought the actions spoke for themselves.  Love
was in trouble and she went to help her.  It should have been as simple as
that, but she knew it wasn't.  She knew they were looking at her weird now.
She felt like they were walking on egg shells around her, like they were
afraid.  That was the last thing she wanted.  She would have rather
withdraw then have them look at her like she was crazy.  So there she was,
in her room as everyone else was up and moving around.

Rose felt like her body was slipping back into sleep when she heard a soft
knock on the door.

"Rose?"  Sarah asked from the other end.  "Can I come in?"

"Sure..." Rose mumbled, sitting up in bed and allowing the sheet to drop
off her body.  One thing that hadn't changed from before was that Rose
still insisted on not wearing a stitch of clothing to bed, so when Sarah
walked in she got an excellent view of Rose's bare breasts.

"The phone's for you," Sarah said, handing the portable phone to Rose as
she unabashedly stared at her tits.  "I think it's your lawyer."

"Thanks," Rose said, taking the phone.  Once she would have just tossed the
phone in the garbage and let Sarah crawl under the sheets with her, but
things were different now and she wasn't into it.  Rose wasn't upset about
what she had done to Love's attacker.  She was upset about how she felt she
had changed since then.  She now felt uncomfortable around her housemates
and what was nothing but a happy, lustful stare from Sarah made her feel
self conscious and anxious.  This wasn't who she was and Rose hated it.

Part of Sarah wanted to stay and just listen in to the conversation.  She
knew so little about what was going on with Rose these days.  She had
always been secretive before, but now it was like there was an iron gate
and a piranha filled moat around her.  She couldn't remember the last time
Rose had kissed or hugged any of them, much less fucked them.  But Sarah
knew she couldn't stay.  If she was going to find out what was going on, it
was going to have to be because Rose wanted her to know.

Deciding on the polite course of action, Sarah backed out of the room.  She
didn't want to wander off too far though.  She wanted to talk to Rose
before she left and she didn't know if now was going to be her last chance
or not.  So she just waited around the corner for Rose to finish her phone
call.

"What do you want?" Rose asked Jason.  Her lawyer paused.  Rose knew she
made him uncomfortable and she kind of liked that.

"Ummmm...well...we've got to prepare Rose," Jason explained.  "The
prosecutors want to meet tomorrow.  They're probably going to offer some
kind of plea bargain...."

"No deals," Rose said firmly.  "I'm not doing anything like that."

"Well I think we should at least hear them out first," Jason contended.
"Who knows what they might offer?  I've been giving this some thought and
if we do go to trial I think we have a real shot with a temporary insanity
defense..."

"No," Rose declared, interrupting Jason again.  "I am not going to hide
behind some chicken shit trick.  I did it.  I'm glad I did it.  I want
everyone to know what a fucking scumbag this guy is.  Now just do whatever
it is you have to do and leave me the fuck alone Jason."

"But Rose...." Jason protested.

"Just leave me alone..." Rose repeated before hanging up the phone and
pulling the covers back over her head.  That didn't last long, because just
as soon as she'd gotten comfortable, Sarah walked back into her room.
Sarah seemed a little nervous, like she was rehearsing something to say in
her head.

"Rose, can we talk?" Sarah asked hopefully.  She wanted to try and break
down some of these walls.  She wanted Rose to know that she didn't have to
hide.

"Whatever...talk...I don't have to listen," Rose replied dismissively.
Sarah couldn't believe Rose could block her out like this and it caused her
to lose her cool and drop her prepared speech.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Rose?" Sarah demanded.  "You never talk to
us anymore!  We barely see you!  It's like you're a prisoner in your room.
You don't want to have fun with us anymore!  What the hell is your
problem?"

Sarah's flash of frustrated anger certainly got Rose's attention.  She sat
up in bed and looked right at Sarah.

"I just want to be left alone," she sighed.  "I don't need help.  I just
need to be left alone."

"Well tough shit, cause that aint gonna happen," Sarah shot back.  "We're
all worried about you Rose!  It's like you're barely part of this place
anymore and it's not the same without you.  We miss you and you just sit up
here like a lump all the time.  It's not healthy and if it was Love or Jen
or me who was pulling this, you'd be the one dragging us out of bed."

"You don't understand," Rose claimed.

"Yes we do," Sarah insisted.  "Something terrible happened that night and
we know why you did it.  It was the worst fucking night imaginable for all
of us and we got through it.  We know why you hurt that guy and we would
have done the same for Love."

"No...it's more...you...you just don't understand," Rose said, feeling the
weight of Jaime and all she represented bearing down on her pale shoulders.

"Then make us understand," Sarah said, sitting beside Rose on the bed and
gently taking her hand.  "Whatever it is Rose, it won't change how we feel
about you.  You can tell us anything."

At that moment, more so than at any other time in her life, Rose felt like
she could just tell everything.  She could reveal to Sarah the details of
her life that few others knew.  She wanted to do it so badly.  Here was
here chance let them in.  Rose's body ached with the desire to tell, but
she didn't.  She couldn't.  She was too afraid of how Sarah would react.
Rose knew her housemate would put on a brave face, but inside all Sarah
would want to do is run and have nothing to do with her ever again.

"I can't..." Rose said softly and sadly.

"Please Rose..." Sarah begged.  "Don't be scared.  We're all here for you.
We don't want you to hide.  We want you to be bold and happy and fearless.
We want you to be Rose..."

"I...I just can't be like that anymore..." Rose said.  Her body shivered a
little and Sarah reached out to hug her.  Rose pulled away though and
slipped back under the covers.

Discouraged, Sarah sighed and got up.  She didn't want to push anymore.  If
Rose didn't want to talk, she couldn't force her.  But now Sarah was really
worried for the first time that she had lost her friend.

* * * * *

	Rachael Leigh Cook could remember when she was a teenager and would
have to try and psych herself up to call someone.  When she'd have to
summon all her courage and all her nerve to call that boy she liked and see
if maybe...you know...he kinda wanted to hang out and stuff.  Now she found
herself in a completely different situation and it wasn't something she was
used to.

	"Don't call him...don't call him...don't call him..." Rachael
repeated over and over again as her mantra.  She held her phone in her
hands and she could hear the hum of the dial tone like a siren's song
urging her to dial the number she knew by heart.

	She wanted to call him.  She wanted it more than anything.  But she
couldn't.  She knew it wasn't right.  They had agreed not to do this
anymore.  Of course that hadn't stopped them the last bunch of times they
had gotten together for some sweaty naked action. They kept saying they
wouldn't do it again, but then they'd just go off and fuck.

	That's all it was...fucking.  She didn't love him and he didn't
love her, but she sure loved being with him.  She didn't know why
sometimes.  It wasn't like he was her type.  But sometimes it didn't make
sense and things just happened.  This was one of those times.  This had
been going on for years and Rachael still couldn't find the desire to stop
doing this.

	She had had boyfriends and he had had girlfriends during the time
they'd been together, but that sure as hell hadn't stopped them.  Now he
was committed to someone else and that still didn't quell their desire for
each other.  It wasn't right...but it felt sooooo good.  Her mother had
warned her about getting involved with guys in relationships, but of course
she had ignored it and look where she was now.

	Rachael really felt like she needed him today.  She'd hit a bit of
a dry spot lately.  She had had her fill of losers who just wanted to fuck
someone they saw in a movie once so they could brag to their loser buddies.
Rachael knew she deserved more than that.  Besides when those guys got
inside her they usually just shot their loads and didn't even bother to
make sure she got something out of it too.

	So since she was avoiding people like that, the field for her had
been narrowed considerably.  The guys who wanted relationships were either
involved, gay or both.  It was like there was nothing out there for her.
Rachael supposed "sexually frustrated" was the clinical term for what she
was feeling right now, but "horny" was the better word.  She needed some
attention and right now the person she wanted to give it to her was the
person she was trying to talk herself out of calling.

	She placed the phone down and walked away from it, pacing around
her house.  She needed to get out of here for a few hours.  She needed to
get her mind off of him.  Rachael knew she had to think about him like
there was a barbed wire fence and attack dogs around his body.  But it was
so hard for her to be as keyed up as she was and then deny herself what she
knew she needed.

	Maybe she could sneak over to see him today, Rachael thought to
herself.  That wouldn't be so bad, would it?  She and him could have some
fun, she could get the relief she needed and then it could be the last
time.  Yeah, that was exactly what she could do.  It would be one more fun
time and then that would be that.

	Rachael was about to reach for the phone when she caught herself.
She couldn't do this!  She couldn't fall into the same trap again.  She
began to back away from the phone when it suddenly rang.  Rachael couldn't
help herself and she screamed in surprise.  That was too freaky!

	"Hello?" Rachael said, a little nervously since she half expected
it to be him on the other end.

	"Hey...Rach?" a female voice replied from the other end.  "It's
Tara...Tara Reid."

	"Oh...hey Tara," Rachael greeted her "Josie and the Pussycats"
co-star.  "What's going on?"

	"Nothing much," Tara said, as she wondered whether or not Rachael
could sense the excited grin she had on her face from the other end of the
phone.  "It's just that we haven't seen each other in a while and I was
thinking we might hang out today."

	"Really?" Rachael asked in surprise.  She and Tara had been
friendly when they filmed the movie, but they hadn't hung out together in a
long time.  They ran into each other now and then, but this was kind of out
of the blue.

	Rachael did think Tara was nice though and she had liked the time
she spent with her.  Why not?  It would be a good way to get her mind off
of him.

	"Sure," Rachael replied.  "I'd like that."

	"Great," Tara squealed, taking Rachael aback a little with her
enthusiasm.  "Come on by my place whenever you can.  I've got something I
want to show you."

* * * * *

	Love hated feeling bored, but that's what she was feeling now.
She'd been lounging around in her room most of the morning and now that it
was the afternoon, she was getting restless and needed something to do.
She glanced at the clock, but it wasn't time yet.  It was close, but her
guest wasn't expected yet.

	Unfortunately, Sarah hadn't yet come back to deliver on the promise
she had made that morning.  Love was starting to get impatient with her
friend, but Sarah had promised and she was going to make sure she kept her
word before she boarded that plane for New York.

	Love couldn't wait for her guest to come over.  They weren't
friends yet, but Love hoped that would change soon.  Love had definitely
picked up vibes from her when they had first met and she hoped her
instincts were right.  If they were, then Love knew she was going to be in
for quite a good time today.

	However, it wasn't time yet, so she had to find a way to occupy
herself.  Luckily one quickly occurred to her.  She hadn't checked her
email in a few days.  So that was a good way to kill some time.

	Love clicked on her computer and patiently waited for it to hum on.
She thanked the techno gods for their invention of the DSL line.  She was
never someone who had a lot of patience for modem problems and being able
to connect directly was a nice creature comfort for her. Love was no
computer expert, far from it.  So when it worked with ease she was
ecstatic.

	Logging onto her account, Love was greeted with the comforting
sound of "You have mail..."  Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot there she
wanted to read.  There were a few notes from friends and family that she
saved to read later, but most of it were just stupid ads.  God, she hated
this stuff and there was always so much of it.

	"SAVE ON AIRLINE FARES" one ad blared.  No thank you, Love thought
to herself as she pressed the delete key.  "IS THERE PORNOGRAPHY ON YOUR
COMPUTER?" another ad demanded.  You bet your ass there is, Love giggled as
she considered her collection of video and picture files that could make
anyone's head spin while she deleted the ad.  "ADD EXTRA INCHES TO PLEASE
YOUR WOMAN" another ad promised and Love just shook her head.  Did they
even know who they were sending this shit to?  Love deleted that one too
and was about to click off when she noticed a familiar email address and
eagerly went to read the note.

	Since they had met backstage at the "One World One Love" concert,
Love had traded a few emails back and forth with one of her favorite adult
film stars, Jenteal.  The notes had professed mutual admiration and had
definitely been more than a little flirty.  Love knew Jenteal wanted her
and she wanted her to know the same thing.  Love would have liked nothing
more than to have Jenteal pay a visit to the mansion, but so far things
hadn't progressed past the notes stage.

	The email was short and to the point.  "Love, here's a little
present for you.  Merry Christmas.  XXXOOO Jenteal."

	Love looked and saw there was an attachment and she quickly clicked
on it to download.  She saw it was a video file and her mind whirled with
the possibilities.  It seemed like it took a lifetime for the file to
download.  It just inched along and Love agonized over every little bit
that was left to go.  She had to see what this was and she hated waiting
for it.

	Finally the file was downloaded to the last little byte and Love
immediately clicked to view it.  Once the file was loaded, Love saw that a
digital camera was trained at what she could only assume was Jenteal's
bedroom.  After seemingly adjusting the camera a little, Jenteal walked
into view and, to Love's delight, she was only wearing a towel around her
body.

	"Hey cutie," Jenteal smiled and said to the camera.  "I was just
going to send you a note and wish you Merry Christmas, but I thought you
might like this a little bit more.  I saw something today and it got me so
worked up I just had to show you."

	Jenteal then picked up a bunch of pictures and brought them close
to the camera, so Love could see them.

	"Do you know what these are?" Jenteal asked and Love certainly did.
She almost gasped in amazement.  They were her pictures for Playboy.  The
issue wasn't even supposed to come out for months, but Jenteal had her
pictures!  How did she get them?

	"A friend of mine knew I would be interested in seeing these,"
Jenteal explained, as if she could hear Love's mental question.  "So he
sent them to me.  You look so beautiful Love."

	Love blushed at the compliment.  She did think she looked pretty
sexy.  So far she had kept her housemates from seeing them and she couldn't
wait to show them the finished product.  Knowing that someone like Jenteal,
who made being sexy her business, liked them really got Love's heart
pounding and her pussy dampening.

	"You look so good naked," Jenteal said as she took the pictures and
lay down on her bed with them.  "I love your shaved pussy.  Seeing you like
that...all naked and beautiful...mmm Love it got me so wet.  I got so wet
that I just had to play with myself."

	Oh my gawd, Love moaned to herself.  She couldn't believe this!
Jenteal had masturbated over her pictures!  Love's pussy was juicing up so
much she felt like she was going to have to start humping her computer
soon.  Love watched in stunned arousal as the video continued to play on
her monitor.  Jenteal pulled her towel back and exposed her naked body.
Love had seen her naked in her videos before, but this was so much better.
It was like a porn movie for her eyes only.

	"I just get so wet looking at these pictures," Jenteal moaned as
she began tracing her hands over her bare breasts.  "I look at them and I
wish I was naked with you.  Would you like that Love?  Would you like to
get naked with me?"

	Even though there was no way for her to communicate with this file,
Love found herself nodding her head and whispering "yes."  She was totally
under this woman's spell and perfectly happy to be there.

	"I'll bet your pussy is so sweet, Love," Jenteal said.  "I'd love
to taste it for myself.  I'd get you all nice and naked and then I'd just
get my tongue on your pussy so I could taste you.  I'd lick you all up,
Love.  I'd let my tongue dance on your pussy and get it nice and wet so I
can go after your clit.  Then I'd lick and suck on that clit of yours just
like you're one of the girls in my movies.  I know you like my movies,
Love.  Would you like me to fuck you like I fucked Kobe and Janine and
Heather Hunter and all those girls you like?"

	Once again Love found herself nodding and whispering her
acceptance.  Her pussy was really juicing up under her shorts and Love had
to do something about that.  Since she wasn't wearing any panties
underneath she easily slid her hand inside and touched her bare pussy,
rubbing it softly as her eyes remained locked on Jenteal's movie.

	Love's mind was filled with the delicious pictures Jenteal was
creating for her.  She could see herself at the center of a girl orgy of
porno stars with all of their tongues and fingers working to make her come.
She remembered how she and Sarah had played with Felecia in the champagne
room of the strip club.  That had been such an intense experience.  Would
Jenteal be better?  What if she could have all of her favorite girls from
her video collection?  The possibility was almost too much for her to
envision.

	By now Jenteal was really pawing at herself on the bed and the
camera caught all of it.  She had one of her hands massaging her breasts
while the other was buried between her legs as she fingered herself, Love's
pictures all over the bed.

	"Mmmm ever since I saw your pictures all I've been able to do is
think about fucking you," Jenteal said in between gasps.  "I've wanted you
since the first time we met.  You looked so adorable that night, but now I
know what a sexy little thing you are.  Mmmm you are so fucking hot, Love.
You and I...we're the same now.  We're both porno chicks."

	"Yesssssssss..." Love hissed as her hand hit a sensitive spot in
her rubbing.  She wasn't really fingering herself, just massaging her slit
with her hand.  Her other hand had pushed up her t-shirt and was pinching
her nipples as the shirt rested above her bare tits.  Love once again was
grateful she rarely wore underwear around here.  It just made moments like
these all the more easy.

	Hearing Jenteal say that sent waves of pleasure throughout Love's
body.  That was her biggest fantasy.  She watched those movies and thought
of being the girl on screen to be fucked like that for everyone who cared
to see.  It was the one fantasy she knew she could never live out and that
just made it hotter for her.  It was so forbidden and Jenteal's words
turned her on so much.  She wished Jenteal were here now.  She would show
her how much of a porno chick she could be.

	"Ohhhhhhh Love, I wish you were here getting naked with
me...putting on a show for me like I'm putting on for you," Jenteal moaned
as her fingers continued to play.  The camera had zoomed in and it gave
Love a nasty little close up of Jenteal's fingers plunging in and out of
her splayed cunt.  Love had no idea if Jenteal was controlling the camera
by remote or not or whether there was someone holding it and adjusting it.
All she knew was that she certainly appreciated the view she was being
given.

	Love continued to watch, spellbound, as Jenteal pleasured herself.
She could see the wetness on the adult star's fingers and how her enhanced
tits bounced with every thrust she gave herself.  From her trips to
Jenteal's website, Love had seen her masturbate before but this was just
for her.  She repeated that in her head over and over again and it made her
so flushed with desire.  This was just for her.  None of Jenteal's other
fans got treatment like this.

	"Do I look good to you cutie?" Jenteal asked, her voice getting
more and more ragged and passionate with every touch of her fingers to her
dripping pussy.  "Does it turn you on to see me naked and fucking myself?
Are you getting naked too Love?  Are you playing with your pussy for me?  I
want you to.  I want you to get naked with me and finger your sweet pussy
so you can imagine it's my fingers in you...pushing into your pinkness and
working over your clit..."

	Jenteal then began a series of moans that had Love moaning too.
Love was still only touching herself in the most basic of ways.  She was
getting more turned on watching Jenteal get off than by anything she was
doing to herself.  It was such a rush to know that this famous porn star
was fantasizing about her and Love wanted her more than ever now.

	With the camera picking up every groan and gasp, Jenteal continued
to pleasure herself for her audience of one.  She had moved her other hand
away from her tits down to her pussy.  She worked herself over with both
hands as she pushed herself closer and closer to orgasm.  Jenteal had three
of her fingers inside her pussy and the other hand rubbed her slit
vigorously at the same time.  She was dripping down her thighs and Love
licked her lips at the thought of lapping up all that girl juice.

	"Fuck me Love!  Fuck me!"  Jenteal growled with desire.  "I want
your fingers in me instead of mine!  I'll bet you're such a hot fuck Love!
I can't wait until I find out for myself!"

	At that moment Love would have given anything to make that
possible.  Jenteal probably thought Love was just a star struck fan, but
she didn't know what went on here.  Love hadn't shared all her experience
yet.  She had told Jenteal she was into girls, but she hadn't told her
about all the tricks she knew and all the ways she had to make another
woman feel good.  She was planning on surprising her with that when they
got together, just like she'd surprised Pamela Anderson once before.  Love
knew they underestimated her sluttiness and she loved proving these sex
goddesses wrong.

	"FUCK!!!" Jenteal cried out as she began to finger herself harder,
working her three fingers in and out of her own pussy like a piston.
"Ohhhhhhhh I want your fingers in me so fucking bad Love...I want your
fingers...I want your tongue...Mmmm I want you to use toys on me...Oooooh
would you like that Love?  Would you like to put on a strap on and fuck my
hot pussy?"

	Love shuddered over the vision of that image.  She wanted to close
her eyes and imagine it fully, but she didn't dare take her attention away
from the screen.  Of all the things Love had done here, the one thing she
had never done was wear a strap on.  She had always let girls like Rose
fuck her.  She had never returned the favor.  Now Jenteal was making her
want to change all that.

	"Yessssss...yessssssssssss....yesssssssssssss..." Jenteal cried out
over and over again.  Her beautiful naked body was flailing all over the
bed, just like Love had seen in so many of her movies.  Love could so
easily picture her own face buried in Jenteal's pussy, licking her where
her fingers were now playing.  She wanted to be slutty with Jenteal.  She
wanted to be a porno slut just like her.

	"I'm gonna come Love!" Jenteal declared.  "Gonna come all over my
fingers!  Mmmmmm yesssss...I wish you were fucking me Love!  I want to come
for you!  I want to come on you!  Ooooooooooh yessssss!!!"

	The mansion could have caught on fire right then and Love wouldn't
even have been fazed.  Her attention would have stayed right where it was,
on her computer monitor and on the beautiful woman coming for her.  Love's
shorts were completely soaked and she was still barely touching herself.
She didn't want to lose a single bit of the concentration she was focusing
on Jenteal.  Touching herself would have only been a distraction and she
couldn't have that.

	"Ooooooooh...oooooooooh yessssss Love yesssss..." Jenteal cooed as
she came all over her fingers.  She fucked herself up and down the bed,
tossing her California girl body up and down on the mattress, her blonde
hair flying into her face and her porn star tits jiggling like mad.  When
she finished creaming her digits she quickly brought them up to her mouth
and cleaned them off with satisfied licks.

	"Mmmm if only you could taste this Love," Jenteal sighed.  "It's so
much better when it's someone else tasting your cum, isn't it?"

	Once again Love had to agree and she grinned from ear to ear at
this sexy sight.

	"I want you to watch this and come for me," Jenteal requested.  "I
want you to think about fucking me and then I want it to actually happen.
I don't want to wait much longer for you cutie."

	The file then ended, but Love's broad smile didn't stop with it.
She was still in the sexual trance Jenteal had cast upon her.  Love had
every intention of making good on Jenteal's requests, especially the part
about watching the file and coming for her.  Her shorts were sodden with
desire and she couldn't remember the last time she felt this horny.  She
was just about to watch it again when Love was suddenly reminded of the
time.

	"Love!" she heard Sarah shouting from the stairs.  "She's here!"

	Love gasped at the surprise interruption, but still her smile
didn't fade.  Her guest was here.  She could watch this file again later.
Right now Love hoped she was going to get an even better opportunity to put
to use all the horniness she felt pumping in her veins.


TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 4