Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2019 11:26:35 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Starstruck Starstruck by Misty Meadow So here I am, head over heels in love with a woman who's been dead for close to three decades. About a year ago, my Mum came home from the library with a DVD. "We'll watch it after dinner, Misty," she said. I looked at the cover. It was in black and white and made in 1953, more than sixty years ago. Duh! "Do I have to watch it?" I asked plaintiffly. "You'll thank me," she said, a knowing smile on her face. It was called "Roman Holiday" and its Oscar winning star was Audrey Hepburn. I'd never heard of her. "Oh, Mum, that was awesome!" I gushed when the movie was over. "She's stunning! She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Thank you so much! What other movies is she in?" "Google her," Mum said. I did. I learned everything I could about her. I watched all her movies and read her biography, including her work for the United Nations and her death from colon cancer. I ordered posters of her and soon there was no more room on my bedroom wall. I read everything about her that was on the internet, printed it out and kept it all in a three ring binder. *** Almost a year has gone by and I'm in Starbucks buying a latte. I pay the cashier and turn to look for a table. Suddenly I feel like I've been kicked in the chest by a horse. My gut churns with excitement. There she is! It's her! It's Audrey Hepburn! I stand frozen, staring at her. She's sitting at a table and she looks up at me, a gentle smile on her lovely face. That famous long neck rises out of a black turtle neck sweater which fits her ever so slender body to perfection. Her eyes are huge and her hair has the bangs she wore in "Sabrina". Someone pushes past me rudely. "You'd better sit down," she says to me in her wonderfully cultured voice, indicating the chair next to her. "You're blocking the aisle." I'm trembling so much I spill coffee on my hand and the pain brings me back to earth. I sit. "You're supposed to be dead," I stammer, gazing at her beautiful face. "Is it really you?" She laughs. "I get this a lot. No, I'm sorry but I'm not Audrey Hepburn. I just happen to look like her. My name is Georgia. And you are . . .? "Misty." "A lovely name for a lovely girl. You're quite adorable, Misty." I feel hot. I must be blushing. "You're stunning! I've seen all your movies." I still can't bring myself to believe that it's not the real Audrey sitting in front of me. "My room is covered in posters and stuff and I've read your biography. I think you're a wonderful person." "I think you must have a crush on Audrey. That's okay, the whole world was in love with her back in the day, but you have to realise that I'm not her. I'm not an actress, I've never made a movie, I'm someone else." "What do you do?" "I'm a painter." "Like pictures and stuff?" "Yes, portraits, mostly." I lean forward, eagerly. "Have you done a self portrait? I'd love to see it." "I have, but I sold it to an Audrey fan, for quite a lot of money." "You should paint lots of them and get rich," I say, leaning back. Below her black cashmere sweater she has on a pair of beautifully tailored white linen slacks and low heeled Italian loafers. She reeks of class. She stands. "I have to go," she says and my heart sinks. I can't let her walk out of my life and never see her again. "Can I take a picture of you?" I ask, pulling out my phone. "Of course, go ahead." She sits again and I frame her head and shoulders, and click. Wow! The result is awesome! I show it to her. "Nice," she says, clearly used to being photographed. "Now can I take one of you?" I nod, eagerly. "My phone's dead, I'll have to use yours and you can email it to me." I hand her the phone and she takes the picture. "Oh, the camera loves you!" she breathes, staring at the screen. After a beat, she hands it back to me with a business card. "My email address is on the card," she says, looking right into my eyes. There's a long pause in which I wonder if I'm supposed to say something but she breaks the silence. "Misty, I'd like to paint you. Would you model for me? I can pay minimum wage." Pay me? She wants to pay me? I'd be happy to model for her for nothing. I'd even pay her if I had to. "Oh, Georgia, I'd love to model for you. I'll have to ask my mum, though. That shouldn't be a problem 'cos she's a fan of yours." "Of Audrey's." "Whatever. Shall I have her ring you?" "If you'd be so kind." She takes my hand and squeezes it gently, her touch sending electricity through me. "It's been really nice talking to you. Bye." She air kisses both my cheeks, turns and walks away. "Bye, Georgia," I call, then in a whisper, "Bye, Audrey." * * * Mum looks at the picture on my phone. "Holy cow, it's her!" "See what I mean? I really thought it was her. Everything about her's the same, her voice, her figure, the way she dresses. She's fantastic! She wants to paint my portrait, Mum and here's her phone number. She wants you to ring her." "Me?" "She'll want your permission if I'm gonna model for her. It pays minimum wage. It's only four pounds an hour 'cos I'm under eighteen but if she paints slowly it might add up to quite a lot." "It's too much for an eleven year old. I'll take fifty percent for your living expenses." I'm not going to argue, 'cos I want her to okay it. She skypes Georgia and is just a blown away as I was. "I never thought I'd be talking to Audrey Hepburn," she says to the screen. "I was a huge fan. I had a crush on her for years." Georgia shows her some portraits she's done, mostly of teenage girls and young women in outdoor settings. "I want to paint Misty in my studio," she says, "so I can control the lighting." "What should she wear?" Mum asks, already sold on the deal. "A bikini or one piece bathing suit to show off her figure." More like a stick figure, I think to myself. I'm just a skinny kid with no tits. "Can she start on Saturday morning? The address of my studio is on the card." "Absolutely!" Mum says, enthusiastically. "Thank you, it's been a privilege to talk to you, even though you're not her." Georgia chuckles and hangs up. "Yippee!" I call, dancing round the room. *** The studio is in a mews in Kensington. Georgia lives downstairs in a small apartment and the whole upper floor has been converted to a studio. A large skylight in the ceiling illuminates the room, its furniture and some half finished paintings propped against one wall. In the middle is her easel, a blank canvas set on it and under the skylight is a bed, with a dark blue bedspread. She's wearing a short silk dressing gown, belted at the waist. "I've brought my bikini," I tell her. "It's yellow. Is that okay?" She sits me down on the bed and kneels in front of me. "Misty," she says, taking hold of my hands, "if this is going to be a real work of art, I think it would be better if . . . well, let me put it this way, I'd like to do a nude portrait? Would your mum mind?" "She wouldn't know until it's finished, then it'd be too late." "I hope you're not too shy." Me, shy? I think not. I love being naked. I hang about the house naked, at least in summer. I strut around the changing room at school naked, proud to show off my body, even if I am just a flat chested little girl. I stand in front of my mirror admiring my naked body, spreading my legs to look at my vagina. No, not exactly shy. Sensing that I have the upper hand, I say, "On one condition." "Which is?" "I want you to let me call you 'Audrey'. I want to pretend that you're really her." She smiles. "Alright. Now I'm Audrey. I'm afraid I don't have a screen for you to undress behind. If it'll make you feel more comfortable, I'll take my robe off and we can be naked together." My heart leaps. I'm about to see her totally nude. "And I don't want to get paint on this robe." "That's okay,' I say, unbuttoning my dress from bottom to top and shrugging it off my shoulders. She unbelts the robe and spreads it open, waiting for a beat for me to look at her, then lets it all from her shoulders. She takes my breath away. She's awesome! It's the only word I can think off. I'm gonna have to work on my vocabulary. Her body is superb, so deliciously slender, her hips as narrow as a boy's, her tiny tits so firm, her nipples disproportionately large, her legs long and, best of all, her pubic hair is all shaved off. In a way, she doesn't look much older than me. I feel self conscious in my white cotton schoolgirl knickers, but Audrey seems to be enjoying the view, watching as I slide them down my thighs and step out of them. "Oh, my God, Misty, you look adorable! You have a lovely body. I'm going to take some preliminary photos so that I can work when you're not here. Come, lie down on the bed and we'll try some poses." I lie down and she arranges a pillow under my head. There I am on my back, naked, my vagina in full view, letting Audrey look at me. My body tingles all over and I can feel my heart beating. This is so thrilling! She has a real camera, not just a phone so I imagine the definition will be better. "Smile." I don't really need to be told to smile. I'm so happy and excited that my smile never leaves my face. She aims the camera at me and the flash goes off. "Now lift your right leg and put your hands behind your head. Oh, yes! That looks perfect! Sit up and pull your knees up to your chin." "Can you see my vagina?" I ask. "Just part you feet a few inches, yes, now I can see it. So you call it your 'vagina'? Isn't that a bit clinical." The flash is going off every few seconds. "What do you call yours?" "It's my cunt." For a second, I'm shocked that the world famous film star Audrey Hepburn would use the word "cunt', but then I laugh. "That's a naughty word." "I know. I like being naughty. Now sit cross legged. This is nice, your cunt's in full view. Now lie back, roll on to your side and lift your left knee up so your foot is beside the other knee. Perfect! Oh, that's a good one! Here, take a look." She hands the camera to me and wow, there I am, lewdly showing of my cunt. Mum's not gonna like this, but fuck it, she's not here. I giggle. "This looks like child pornography," I say. "When I start painting, I'll give you a fan or something and you can hide your cunt if you want. Meanwhile, I'll be doing some sketches from these photos." She comes and sits on the bed beside me. I roll on to my back and lace my fingers behind my neck, holding my head up. "I wonder if you're aware of how beautiful you are," she murmurs, running her gaze up and down my body. "You're the one who's beautiful, Audrey. The whole world's in love with you." "I wish! You're how old? Eleven? You might think that you're not old enough to be sexy, but you're wrong. I'm getting very excited from just looking at you." She reaches out with one hand and runs her fingertips lightly from my waist, up to my shoulders, then down to my chest, circling my nipples with a featherlike touch then down to my tummy. I'm trembling with excitement. "I think I could fall in love with you, Misty," she whispers. I can hardly believe that I've heard her correctly. She used the word "love"! I have to respond and the only thing to do is tell the truth. "I love you, Audrey," I whisper back. "I have a huge crush on you." Her fingers move down, across my hip to my thigh, gliding down to my knee then up again to my tummy, brushing my cunt lips as it passes. Was that an accident? No way! I lie there, smiling up at her and her fingers circle my nipples again, the flat of her palm runs over them. I can feel them getting erect. Then her hand heads south again, past my belly button and brushes my cunt again, this time lingering for a second. I let out a contented sigh. She caresses the other thigh, then comes back up to my cunt, her fingers just a little firmer. I feel as though my cunt is on fire. She strokes my little slit twice, three times and is about to move away when I put my hand on hers, holding it in place. "I like that. No one has ever touched my cunt before. I never thought it could feel so good!" "Don't tell anyone!" she whispers, her voice urgent. "I won't, not ever, cross my heart!" With her hand on my mound, her fingers still touching my treasure, she lies down beside me. "Can I kiss you?" she asks. I feel as though my heart is about to burst. Without bothering to reply, I reach my arm across her and pull her body on top of mine. Our lips meet in a warm, soft collision, and I float away in a heavenly dream, in the arms of the most beautiful woman in the world. Her hand is still down between my legs, and at the same moment that she pushes her tongue between my lips, one of her fingers goes into my cunt. What's the opposite of violation? There's no word for it. Penetration, yes, but that only describes the physics of it. I've just let her in to my most private space, loving it, wanting more, surrendering to her probing tongue and exploring finger. Yes, Audrey, I think, enter me! Do it! Do whatever you want to me! I'm your obedient slave! I spread my legs, signalling that her hand is more than welcome and I feel another finger slide in beside the first. I know my cunt is wet and I'm breathing through my nose so I can smell the pungent aroma of sex, just like when I lie in bed at night and finger myself, only stronger. Some of it is hers, most of it, maybe. After what seems like an age, we come up for air. "Oh, my darling Misty, you're driving me crazy," she say, a look of adoration on her lovely face. "I'm not doing anything," I say. "Would you like to? Would you like to explore my body, look at me all over, touch me, caress me and do whatever naughty thing you like to me?" My head is swimming. I roll her off me and prop myself up on one elbow to look at her. Close up, she's utterly flawless, her skin perfect from toe to head, her figure just as skinny as mine. I can count her ribs. Her tits, such as they are, have flattened under the pull of gravity so that her chest is almost as flat as mine, and I can't resist lowering my head and taking one of her nipples between my lips and sucking on it. "Oh, my sweet little baby!" she breathes. "You're making Audrey very happy. My nipple's getting hard." I can feel it between my lips and I probe at it with my tongue, then nip it gently between my teeth. She gasps and I feel a great sense of power wash over me. In a way, I have her at my mercy, but at the same time, I'm totally available to her. I'll do absolutely anything she wants me to. I lift my head and gaze into those big dark eyes, then our lips meet and this time it's my tongue pushing into her mouth, sweetly violating her, penetrating her and she gently sucks, welcoming its intrusion. I put one hand on her other breast, toying with her erect nipple briefly before travelling down her body, over the ridges of her ribs, across the flat of her belly, lingering to feel the smoothness of her shaved mound until finally it arrives at her cunt. Unlike mine, hers has lips and a clit, things I can play with. I run my flat hand over the whole area, and she shivers with excitement. I seem to be in some other dimension, having travelled back in time to when Audrey was worshiped by the whole world, and I'm at the centre of the universe, free to do whatever I want to the fabulous Audrey Hepburn. I slide a finger into the wetness of her cunt, finding there's enough room for a second one, and push them as deep as they'll go. Then I retract them and move up to explore her clit. She moans. "Misty, Misty," she whispers, "my darling little girl, I'm in heaven. Don't stop!" I slide down the bed until I can rest my head on her tummy. The sharp aroma of sex is overpowering and I inhale deeply, letting her pheromones arouse me even more, if that's possible. I know what I'm gonna do. I don't need any teaching for what I'm about to embark on. I don't really have a choice. It's as though an irresistible force is lifting my body over her leg so I'm lying between her thighs, pushing my head down until my lips meet her cunt lips and I kiss her again, kiss her warm, wet pussy lips, licking inside them, dragging my tongue from the bottom, past her vulva, up to where her swollen clit waits. I grip it with my lips and suck it into my mouth. Her hands are on the back of her head, pushing it into her and I feel her hips thrust upwards, her cunt hungry for my tongue. "Sweet Jesus!" she gasps, "you're going to make me cum! Any second now! Fuck! This is so good! Oh, God! Fuck!" The sound of Audrey using the "F" word, talking dirty to me triggers something deep inside me and suddenly all the desire in my body is rushing towards my cunt, like a torrent of lust, and I know that I, too, am about to cum. "Oh, my God, Misty! I love . . . Oh! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming, my darling, I'm cumming!" With my face crushed into her cunt, I can hardly breathe, but I suck in air through my nose so that I don't pass out, but the crashing wave of my orgasm takes me out of this world for I don't know how long until I slowly come down from the mountain of ecstasy, gasping for air, bursting with pride, awash with happiness. "Holy shit! You little fucking teaser, you made me cum!" Audrey says as I look up at her. "I've never cum that fast and hard before. You have a special kind of magic. Your mouth on my cunt was absolutely electric." I crawl up her body until my head is level with hers and we kiss again, this time without the urgency, just our lips pressing against each other in quiet adoration. "I came too, Audrey," I whisper. "It was my first cum." "Oh, my sweet little darling! I'm so happy for you, so proud to be the one to bring you to heaven. So you've never cum before, not even alone at night in bed when you finger yourself down there? All girls do it. I do it. I touch myself and think about little preteen girls showing their little cunts to me, until I cum, then I start over and do it again and from now on it'll be you, Misty, that I'll be fantasising about." "I do that, too. I think of you, Audrey and I get all wet and excited, but I haven't cum. Not yet, but from now on, well, I know I will." Her arms tighten round me and then I drift off to sleep. I waken to find myself lying on my back and Audrey is at the foot of the bed with her camera. Without waiting to be told, I spread my legs, then lift my knees and let them fall apart as the camera flashes ever few seconds. I pull my knees up to my ears, lifting my bum up in the air, then I roll over on to all fours, lower my upper body and offer my rear end for her to photograph and do anything else she wants to it. On my back once more, I spread my legs as wide as they'll go, practically in a straight line from foot to foot and Audrey moves in for a close up of my cunt. I close my legs as she comes and sits beside me, showing me the pictures on the camera's screen. They're nothing less than utter child pornography. In the last one, my cunt fills the whole frame, my pink grotto seeming to draw the viewer into me. "I'm gonna put this on my computer and connect it to my big sixty inch TV downstairs in my bedroom, then I'll have a huge cunt looking down on me all night, your cunt, my darling Misty." My tummy churns with delight. She moves to the bottom of the bed, kneels, takes hold of my ankles and pulls me towards her until my bum is right at the edge of the bed, my thighs parted to accommodate her. Her huge eyes seem to be even bigger as she stares at me. "Oh, sweet cunt! Oh, delicious warm, wet cunt, so inviting, waiting just for me, I love you so much. I'm going to kiss you, my darling cunt, kiss you and lick you and put my fingers deep inside you and suck on your little clit until Misty screams for mercy." She sucks in a lungful of air through her nose. "You smell wonderful, my darling little cunt. Your aroma is making my head spin. You're so nice and wet, so eager for me to touch you. I worship you. I'm totally in love with you and with Misty, too, my darling new girlfriend. Now, I'm going to kiss you!" Her lips meet mine, her tongue probes, her fingers explore and I writhe in pure ecstasy, gasping and groaning, calling out her name. "Audrey, oh Audrey! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck me with your fingers! Fill me up! Oh, how I adore you, my darling Audrey! Fuck my cunt!" I cum again, this time with less intensity, but it lasts longer, seeming to be forever, but it's probably only fifteen seconds or so before I come down to earth. Audrey looks up at me in total adoration, her face dripping wet from my cunt juice. She licks her lips, then finds my cotton knickers on the floor and wipes her face with them. Then she fits them over my feet and pulls them up my legs. I lift my hips to let her slide them all the way. She presses her fingers against my crotch and now my knickers are wet just about all over. She stands and looks down at me. "You look almost as sexy in your knickers as you do with nothing on." She takes a picture of me. "They're nothing special, just ordinary little girl knickers." "When you're inside them, they're special, Misty. You're special. You're the most beautiful girl in the world." I feel like my heart is going to burst with joy. "Let me take a picture of you," I say, digging my phone out of my backpack. "How do you want me?" I scramble off the bed. "Lie on your back and spread your legs nice and wide and hold your arms out as if to welcome me." I take the picture. *** I'm walking home through the gray London afternoon, walking on air with the knickers under my skirt still wet with Audrey's cunt juice and my own. The streets of Kensington are sparkling, paved with diamonds. The sound of traffic and planes overhead is music, the odour of vehicle exhaust is sweet perfume. I'm in love, head over heels in love with Audrey Hepburn, and she loves me back. The people I pass seem to look through me as though I'm not there. Can't they tell that I've just been to heaven and back? Can't they see how happy I am, how wonderful the world is? Mum is upstairs when I let myself in. I go to the utility room, take off my knickers and bury them at the bottom of the laundry hamper. She comes downstairs and I meet her in the kitchen. "How did it go?" Before I can reply she says, "Oh, I can see from your face it was good. You're glowing!" "She just did some preliminary sketches. I think she wants the portrait to be a nude." Mum looks a bit shocked. "I'm not so sure about that." "Come on, Mum, it's art. She says I can cover my vagina with a fan. She said same time next week. Oh, and here's the money." "I suppose it's okay then." Oh, Mum, you've no idea. You can't begin to imagine what we did, how intimate Audrey has been with my eleven year old cunt, how I made her cum, how she sent me to the stars, how good it felt to spread my legs for her to look at me, how thrilling it was to press my face to her wet pussy. I go upstairs to my room, lock the door, take my dress off and look at myself in the mirror. Audrey's right, I may be just a little girl with a flat chest and no pubic hair, but I'm beautiful and I'm sexy. I lie on my back on the bed, my phone in one hand, my other hand between my legs. I look at Audrey on the screen, showing her cunt just for me. My fingers start their work. Let me know if you liked this story. The end.