Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 10:31:12 -0400
From: kmb2476@aol.com
Subject: Harem 16 Part 1

	Well it has been a while, hasn't it?

	I began work on this chapter well over a year ago and so much time
has passed that not only have Jennifer Garner, Gwen Stefani and Michelle
Branch had babies, but Britney Spears has gotten pregnant TWICE since I
started my first word of the chapter.  Hell Lindsay Lohan went from
fuckable to anorexic back to fuckable in the time it took me to write.  I
tried to make it as quick as I could, but hell you try writing 550 plus
page chapters in a timely fashion.  It aint easy, believe me.  Good thing I
got that Christmas story out before or else you probably would either have
thought I was dead or not writing anymore because of how long it's been
since chapter 15 was released.

 	A lot of things have changed since then, including this chapter
which was going to be dramatically different when I first sketched it out.
A lot of subplots were delayed or discarded and a lot of new fun was added
in its place.  I hope you do enjoy this chapter.  I think it's got a mix of
hot sex, weird plot (I've already received one "Now you're just being
silly" piece of feedback to this chapter, but I've always believed if
you're going to have soldier monkeys around, then damnit you should use
them) and some drama.  In fact there are two major revelations in this
chapter including the vital piece of information about what exactly
happened to Rose all those years ago that she's been protecting.

	But I wouldn't want to spoil that for you here, not with so many
surprises ahead of you to read.  So go forth and read.  This chapter has it
all, girls on girls, a little girls on guys, action, suspense, mystery,
singing, romance and heartbreak and of course the aforementioned soldier
monkeys.

	Before we get into it though, here are the standard disclaimers.
This story is fiction.  There is no mansion of horny lesbian celebrities
fucking each other silly day and night.  This is just a product of my
overheated imagination. Second, if you're under 18 then I'm afraid you
can't read this.  All age laws in your neck of the woods apply and must be
followed.  So click the back button.  Seriously do it.  Now.  I'm waiting.

	Ok good...now onto the fun for the rest of us.  But one important
reminder first.  I am the biggest whore for feedback there is.  I make
Kevin Smith look chaste and pure when it comes to begging for response from
people.  I will do a freakin dance in a top hat and tails for some response
and I need it from you fine and loyal readers.  I spent a year writing this
and weeks proofreading it.  If you could just drop me a note with your
thoughts or suggestions it would be much appreciated.  As always my address
is KMB2476@aol.com Really don't be shy about sending me that feedback
because it's what keeps me going and creating 550 plus page epics for you
loyal readers.

	Thanks as always to the talented and eagle eyed KayJay for finding
mistakes where I would never spot them.  He goes over this story with a
fine tooth comb and his only reward is getting to see this story a month in
advance of the rest of you as well as hearing all my ideas after they pop
into my head.  Come to think of it, that's a pretty sweet deal, but if Evan
Rachel Wood happens to pop into the fun in chapter 17 then you'll know it's
because I owe him big for all he's done since I took this sucker over five
years ago.

	Also thanks for the inspiration and encouragement I always get from
my lovely friend in L.A.  Fuck Disney. And thanks to Cara for giving me
ideas of how best to use her as well as painstakingly detailing her tattoos
and piercings to me.  You'll be seeing more of her in chapter 17...a lot
more.

	So thanks to everyone and send feedback or else I swear I will pull
a Dave Chappelle and leave you wanting for chapter 17 and more.

	With that out of the way, I've babbled far too long.  So now here's
something you'll really enjoy.






The Harem Episode 16 "Touch Me And I Will Follow" By KMB




       It was the middle of the night in Malibu, but Jennifer Love Hewitt
was still wide awake.  Usually she slept pretty well, especially because by
the time she closed her eyes her housemates or their guests had often
licked her into a state of exhaustion, but tonight sleep just wasn't
coming.

       Love had spent what felt like hours staring up at the ceiling trying
to will her eyes closed, but it wasn't helping so she eventually gave up.
If she wasn't going to be able to sleep, at least she could stare at the
woman sleeping next to her, which was a much more pleasant site for her
eyes.

	The covers rose and fell softly in time with Jennifer Aniston's
breaths.  She seemed so peaceful and beautiful that Love couldn't help but
stare at her.  Jennifer was curled up nude under the sheets, facing away
from her housemate, so Love had a great view of her friend's bare back.
She so badly wanted just to reach forward and caress her naked skin,
touching Jennifer's soft flesh while maybe, just maybe, tugging the sheets
a little lower to get herself a look at her ass.

	But Love didn't make her move.  She held back and just let Jennifer
sleep.  She deserved her rest and Love didn't want to disturb her.  Besides
everything in the room was so peaceful there was no reason to change it.
It was a lovely, calm night outside with just enough of a breeze coming in
off the ocean.

       Love had left the windows open in her room and the wind would kick
the curtains open from time to time, letting moonlight spill inside.  By
now Love was starting to get happy she couldn't sleep.  Being unconscious
would have made her miss this blissfully peaceful moment and she let the
serenity of it flow over her, bringing a smile to her face.

	So much had changed lately that it was wonderful to just have a
calm moment to breathe and relax.  Love wanted the moment to be free of
drama or complication.  She wanted it to be something as beautifully simple
as lying in bed with a girl she felt totally connected to and hearing the
sounds of the ocean hitting the beach.

	When it had been time to pick rooms when that first day in the
mansion, Love had run right for this one because of its proximity to the
ocean.  She could stare out her windows for hours watching the water and
feeling at total peace with everything.  It was so relaxing and at night
she loved the smells and sounds of the ocean.  It always calmed her in the
times when she felt angry or afraid and especially those times when she was
in the grip of despair.

	Trying not to think of the source of her sadness, Love focused
herself on Jennifer.  She knew things had been so rough for her friend
lately and she wanted to be there for her like Jennifer had always been
there for them.  She wanted Jennifer never to feel alone or abandoned.  She
wanted to make sure she knew they would always be there to support her.

       For so long Jennifer had been the rock they had all relied on at the
mansion.  She had been there giving advice and helping them out with their
problems, guiding them all when they needed her like some kind of surrogate
mother.  And it had been so hard for all of them at the mansion to see
Jennifer's pain and hear her tears as her marriage collapsed.

	Things had finally seemed so perfect between her and Brad after all
their struggles.  They had even talked for real about bringing him to the
mansion for a visit so she could show him her housemates in action and
allow him to join in.  Love knew she would have been lying if she had said
she hadn't been looking forward to that.  But then everything had fallen
apart and now Brad was with another woman.

	And just as Jennifer had started to get everything on track after
the divorce, the bombshell of Angelina's pregnancy had rocked her.
Jennifer had put on a brave face for her housemates, but they all sensed
she was hurting worse than ever.  Jennifer had talked so often about having
children with Brad.  And all of them knew seeing her dreams come true for
someone else had to be agony for Jennifer.

	Love just wished she knew how to make it all better for her friend.
There was such a connection between all of them at the mansion, but
particularly between her, Jennifer and Rose.  They had started this place
together and Love would have done anything in the world for either of them
without hesitation or question.

       Love wanted Jennifer to know it was all going to be ok and she would
have the life she had dreamed of, even if Brad wasn't a part of it anymore.
She just didn't know how to say it.

	So Love had done what she did best and made sure Jennifer never
went long without affection.  She was always ready with kisses, hugs and
much more for her friend and housemate so she'd know she was loved and
desired and that her happiness mattered.  She just hoped it was helping.

	 Since they'd returned from Jamaica, Love had found herself more
and more not wanting to sleep alone.  She wanted to be close to her
housemates as much as possible and while sometimes she worried they thought
she was being clingy, it brought her such comfort to be close to them.

       On those nights when they didn't all end up naked and entangled on
someone's bed, which happily still happened very often, Love found herself
crawling into bed to spend the night with Rose or Jewel or, particularly,
Jennifer.

       It wasn't even about sex at times like those.  Love just wanted to
feel close to them.  She wanted to sleep next to them and wake up with them
in the morning.  And on the nights she didn't slide into someone else's
room, Love would do all she could to entice one of her housemates into
spending the night in her room, just like she had tonight when, after an
evening of happy debauchery with her housemates and a few guests, Love had
stopped Jennifer before she had reached her room and talked her into
sharing a bed.

       It hadn't been hard to talk her housemate into giving in to her
request just as it had hardly been a challenge for Love to tempt Jennifer
out of her sleepwear and into a 69.  Love's pajamas and Jennifer's t-shirt
and boxers had quickly been cast to the floor to be forgotten as their
tongues had gorged on a midnight snack of pussy cream and Love could
happily still taste Jennifer's cum on her lips.

       Licking up little tastes of her friend's essence had Love's libido
resparking again and she stopped herself before she got too worked up.
Jennifer needed to sleep and Love forced herself to wait until morning,
when she planned to ravish Jennifer once again and whichever other sexy
girl, or girls, crossed their paths.

       But thinking of sex had Love's energy flowing and made sleep much
less of a possibility.  The more she thought of what she and her housemate
had done that night, especially how Jennifer had slid her tongue into her
asshole just as she was about to come from their 69, sending her orgasm
skyrocketing through her body, and all she wanted to do to Jennifer in the
morning, starting with returning the favor with a nasty little tongue play
of her own on Jennifer's beautiful ass, the more restless Love became.

       As peaceful as everything was in her room and as much as she enjoyed
it, Love knew simply lying there wouldn't do.  She knew she'd soon be so
antsy she wouldn't be able to stop herself from waking up Jennifer.  While
it would have been fun for her, it wouldn't have been very nice to her
bedmate.

       So, slowly and with great care not to disturb her sleeping friend,
Love slipped out of her bed and went off to find another outlet for this
excess energy.  The ocean seemed to be beckoning her this night, so a walk
on the beach seemed like a perfect late night activity.

       At first Love considered remaining undressed.  It always seemed a
shame to put clothes on when she was home.  Her girlfriends loved seeing
her naked body and Love could never get enough of showing it to them.  But
while it did give Love a little naughty rush to think about walking around
the beach with not a stitch on her body, it probably wasn't the most
sensible thing to do.  After all who knew who else was walking around at
this hour and the existence of this place was supposed to be kept very
quiet.

       As more and more girls were brought into their circle, the mansion
was becoming a bit of an open secret in Hollywood and was whispered and
speculated about, but that didn't mean anyone was about to take out a
billboard or anything announcing its presence.  So Love decided not to be
too obvious about things and got dressed.

       Grabbing some sandals and a sweatshirt and shorts, Love threw some
clothes on and crept out of her room, trying her best not to stir Jennifer.
The hallways were dark and even a little spooky, as most hallways tended to
be in the post-midnight, pre-dawn hours.

       They were eerily quiet and Love felt a smile tickle her lips as she
considered whether the mansion had any ghosts in it that they'd been
entertaining all this time with their wicked activities.  If there were,
the ghosts were getting quite a sexy show and Love wondered if the writers
for her show would mind if she pitched a voyeur ghost storyline for sweeps
month.  She already had some famous guest stars in mind.

       But Love's thoughts about ghosts disappeared and turned instead to
the very real spirit that still haunted the place as she passed by the
mansion's empty and untouched room.

       Even with her, Rose, Jennifer, Jewel, Jessica, Alyssa and Christina
having their own rooms, the mansion still had enough empty bedrooms for
their overnight guests to not feel crowded, but this was no mere unfilled
bedroom.  It had been Sarah's bedroom and Love couldn't help but peer
inside and feel her sadness return.

       Once the room had been full of life and energy, but it felt so cold
now.  By the time they had returned from Jamaica in the wake of finding
Sarah's note that she was leaving, the room had already been cleared out.
Sarah had obviously gotten there first and taken her stuff, compounding
everyone's sadness because she hadn't given them a chance to even say
goodbye, much less try and stop her.

       A few things had been left behind.  Little mementos of their times
together and even the little stuffed cat Sarah had kept in her bed,
strictly for decorative purposes she had always insisted, were still there
and remained untouched.  No one wanted to get rid of them and Michelle
still dusted and vacuumed Sarah's room, keeping it from getting dirty, but
also unintentionally giving it the feel of a museum exhibit.  Love half
expected to see a sign over the bed saying, "Sarah slept here."

       It just made it starker that she was gone and Love hated how the
room was an empty shell now.  She closed the door as quickly as she had
opened it and continued on her way out of the mansion, making sure to grab
her key before she walked out the back, trying to forget about Sarah and
how much it still hurt that she was out of their lives now.

       Love made her way down the path leading from the mansion over the
sandy slope to the beach below.  Things had been crazy lately with
everything from Sarah leaving to Jennifer's heartbreak to Christina and
Britney's dramatic split.  Love still got chills when she remembered how
furious Christina had been that day.  She had never seen someone that mad
before.  But at least some things hadn't changed.

       There was still love and affection behind these walls and,
thankfully, the hottest sex Love had ever experienced in her life.  Nothing
had stopped that and Love hoped nothing ever would.  Even though all the
drama had impacted things, everyone there was still just as horny for each
other as they had ever been.  Old friends like Gwen Stefani and Jennifer
Garner still stopped by whenever they could and new guests seemed to always
be a chance encounter away from joining in the lesbian hedonism that
defined the mansion.

       Rose still used Mr. Snappy as a blunt weapon to fuck her willing
girlfriends into happy submission as she and Alyssa remained locked in
their very sexy rivalry to try outdo one another.  Jennifer's tongue got
hotter every time Love felt it on her body.  Jewel still practiced her
guitar naked.  Jessica got more beautiful every day.  Christina still put
them all to shame with her insatiable desire to be fucked at all hours in
all conditions and in all holes.  And Michelle still was more eager to
shave her employers' pussies smooth than she ever was in any of her regular
maid responsibilities.

       Most importantly everyone at the mansion was still ready and eager
to fuck each other silly at a moment's notice.  No drama or upheaval could
change that.  So many things had changed over the years, but that had been
the great constant that left them all smiling.

       As she walked the beach, Love thought back as to how much had
changed since they had first moved in.  When Jennifer had found the mansion
and told them all about it, she was still on Friends, with many more years
of Rachel Green to come.  Rose hadn't even seen an episode of Charmed back
then.  Sarah had still been Buffy and Love had been smarting from the
cancellation of Time of Your Life, with no thoughts of ghost whispering
anywhere near her brain.  But through all the ups and downs and career
highs and lows, they had always been there for each other, emotionally and
sexually.

	Thinking back on all the times they had been there for each other
sexually had Love smiling again and had her once more longing to be naked.
She glanced around and saw nothing but the ocean in front of her and empty
beach flanking her.  Her smile grew more wicked as she pushed aside any
nerves that might have been lingering and pulled her sweatshirt over her
head.

	When throwing on some clothes, the one thing Love had not grabbed
was a bra and her bare tits bounced free as she yanked the heavy shirt off.
The cool wind immediately stiffened her nipples and Love furthered that by
giving each of her swelling tips a naughty pinch before she kicked off her
sandals and lowered her shorts.  With a giggling squeal, Love ran right
into the ocean and shrieked happily as the cold salt water struck her naked
body.

	Having a pool and ocean nearby always gave the girls plenty of
skinny dipping opportunities and Love had been a frequent participant.  But
that was usually during the day when the bright California sun warmed
everything up nicely.  Love's late night Pacific swims had been far and few
between because of how cold the ocean could get, but after she had gotten
used to the temperature they had always ended up being fun and this time
didn't look to be an exception.

	The cold water on her naked body got Love's heart pounding and she
laughed and giddily shrieked to the night sky as she swam in the green-blue
Pacific and felt the waves carry her and toss her around like she was a
piece of very sexy kelp.  But try as she might, Love couldn't get her
thoughts too far from Sarah.

	It had been heartbreaking to wake up and discover that note and
then to come home and to then find Sarah had already come for her things
had just made it worse.  But no one had expected to never hear from her
again.

       Sarah had completely cut them all out of her lives and no one could
comprehend why.  She had given them all up.  And why?  For Freddie?  It
didn't seem like Sarah to do that to them and everyone had expected to hear
from her in the immediate days after Jamaica, begging for their
forgiveness.

	But that visit had never come.  They hadn't seen or heard one word
from Sarah since that night.  Not even a phone call or a Christmas card.
Nothing.  It was like she had dropped off the face of the Earth and if it
hadn't been for seeing her pop up in magazines or on E! it wouldn't have
been hard to believe she really had been sucked into another dimension or
something.

	No one could believe Sarah could treat them like this and just cut
them off cold.  It was as if nothing that had ever happened between them
had really meant anything to Sarah at all, like they were some diversion
for her before she settled down and got married.

       Love felt it more than anyone.  After all this had all started
between the two of them.  Her and Sarah had shared that first frenzied fuck
at the audition and everything here had grown from that first seed of
desire.  For Sarah to now act like that had been nothing important, when it
meant the world to Love, was heartbreaking.

	Love also carried the guilt from that night in Jamaica.  She had
never told anyone what had happened between her and Sarah after the orgy.
How she had begged Sarah not to marry Freddie and stay only with them.  As
soon as Love had heard Sarah was gone she felt she was the reason why.  She
had scared her off.  She had sent Sarah running off into the arms of
Freddie with her plea not to marry him.  She had ruined everything.

	Love didn't say a word about it.  She didn't want anyone to know
how she felt.  She knew her housemates.  They'd tell her it wasn't her
fault and how it was Sarah's choice to make and no one had forced her to do
anything.  But that didn't change the way Love felt.

       She couldn't shake the idea she had been the reason for Sarah
leaving. She had tried to forget and move on but, even with everything else
that was great in her career and life there to distract her, she hadn't
been able to.

	She just wanted her friend to come back.

       Love had always been terrible at holding grudges.  She was always
lightning quick to forgive and she couldn't force herself to be mad at
Sarah.  If Sarah came back tomorrow Love would have been ready to pretend
like nothing had happened and she had never left.

       Love wanted any sign from Sarah at all that she still cared.
Anything at all.  Every time the phone rang or someone came to the gate,
Love hoped it was Sarah.  But it never was.

	Sarah's name was barely mentioned around the mansion anymore.  They
hadn't even really talked about what had happened after the first few days
of adjustment, but it wasn't like Love wanted to reopen that wound again.
She knew her housemate's were hurting too from the Sarah's abandonment.
But pretending she had never been there wasn't making anything better
either.

	Thinking about Sarah was bringing Love's mood down and the water
was getting colder, so she ran from the ocean onto the beach again.  It was
there she realized two things.  First she hadn't even thought of bringing a
towel or anything to dry herself and second she wasn't alone anymore.

	Love stopped dead in her tracks and found herself unable to do
anything but stand there as one of her neighbors stood gawking.  It was
Franklin.  He was usually the quietest and most intellectual of the three
boys who housed themselves in what used to be the mansion's servant's
quarters but he was visibly struck dumb tonight by the sight of Love's
naked body.  The actress could easily see behind his glasses that his eyes
loved what he saw even if his mouth refused to work.

	The two of them didn't say anything to each other for a time.  They
were both shocked to have found each other and when Love crossed her hands
over her exposed tits, it was only because she was shivering and not
because of any modesty.

       Even in her surprised state, she remembered this wasn't the first
time Franklin had seen her naked, considering he and his friends had
accidentally stumbled into some serious lesbian lovemaking once before.  So
Love didn't do anything to cover up her pussy, freshly shaved from
Michelle's touch up the morning before.  She just stood there wrapping her
arms around her body and shivering with her teeth beginning to chatter
slightly until Franklin spoke up.

	"I'll go get you something," Franklin said before disappearing.  It
was a much shorter run to his house than the mansion and he quickly came
back with a blanket for Love.  It wasn't quite a towel, but it would do and
since he didn't seem to mind, Love used it to dry herself.

	"Thanks," Love said, starting to feel a little embarrassed now that
she was warming up.  "Ummmm I didn't...didn't know anyone was around."

	"I heard screams," Franklin said, referring to Love's shrieks from
the cold water.  "I thought someone was in trouble.  I uhhh...didn't know
you were going to...going to be like that."

	"What's the matter Franklin, don't you like naked girls?" Love
asked, trying to end the embarrassed tension with some humor and not quite
succeeding.  If anything it made Franklin more uncomfortable and seeing
that made Love feel the same way.

	"Well I'm not in danger or anything, so you can relax," Love said,
trying another tactic.  "I was just having some fun in the ocean.  I didn't
wake you guys up or anything, did I?"

	"No," Franklin immediately replied.  "It was my turn to stay up on
watch.  Someone's got to supervise the soldier monkeys as they patrol the
perimeter.  You never know who's out there.  By the way are you sure you're
you?"

	"Huh?" Love asked.

	"I mean are you sure that you're really Jennifer Love Hewitt,"
Franklin explained.  "You could actually be a clone, programmed to kill and
not even know it.  Perhaps a cyborg replacement.  Or maybe just a
brainwashed assassin?  Would you mind if I scanned you?"

	"Yes, I'd mind," Love sighed.  She didn't mind the boys' weirdness.
She liked it.  But she wasn't up for any kind of scanning right then.  "I'm
me.  I'm sure I'm me.  I'm not a robot or brainwashed or anything.  At
least I think that I'm not..."

	Love actually paused and found herself thinking over the question.
If she was actually a robot clone would she even know it?  Or would she
just think she was real?  Wait...that was crazy!  Now they had her thinking
like them.

	"Thanks for the blanket," Love said, feeling it warm her up as she
drip dried onto the sand and tried to change the subject away from if she
really was who she thought she was.  "I didn't think to bring a towel."

	"No problem," Franklin said, apparently accepting Love's claim she
was in fact herself.  "You looked like you needed it."

	Franklin nervously smiled and Love couldn't help but join him.
When Love had first met the boys and found out they all lived together she
had kind of thought they might be gay.  But that didn't seem to be true.
They had been friends since they were kids and nothing more.

       Plus Love had seen Tara Reid hanging out there a lot lately and she
had heard she was Delbert's girlfriend or something and seeing how Franklin
was looking at her showed he at least liked looking at naked girls.

	Love sat down on the stand to continue drying herself and when
Franklin sat down next to her she found her mind wandering.  She had never
seen any of the boys with girls before.  She wondered if they were virgins.
Had any of them been with a girl before?  Franklin had seemed very
flustered by the sight of her body.  How would he react if she leaned over
and kissed him?  Would he faint?  What if she gave him a blowjob?  Would
that give him a heart attack?

	The randomness of that thought struck Love by surprise.  Where had
that come from?  She hadn't been exclusively lesbian or anything these past
years, her and Rose's jailhouse adventure in New Mexico had been proof of
that, but she had certainly never had felt any kind of sexual impulse
toward the boys before.  But now her mind was wandering.

	Maybe it was the late hour.  The full moon.  The adrenaline from
the cold water on her naked body.  Or her own restlessness.  Whatever it
was, Love found herself wondering what would happen if she took Franklin
back to his place, stripped him naked and did things to him to make his
glasses completely fog over before having Waldo and Delbert strip down too
so she could devirginize them all and give them the thrill of a lifetime
and get herself a little stoner gangbang action in the process.

	The thought of doing that wasn't exactly making her horny, but it
was definitely intriguing.  Brad Pitt might never have had the chance to
visit the mansion, but these boys could.  She and her housemates could
absolutely blow their minds.  What would have happen if she kissed Franklin
and made it happen?  Would the world tilt off its axis if she brought some
cock back for her friends all to share?

	Love looked over at Franklin and wondered if he was thinking the
same thing.  He seemed to have something on his mind.  He looked like he
was dying to say something and if in fact he did make a move on her, Love
wondered how she'd react.  Would she brush him off politely?  Or explore
these new thoughts and let him ravish her right there on the sand?  It was
a weird choice to have in front of her and Love soon found herself leaning
one way over the other.

	"Love?" Franklin finally spoke up.  "Can I ask you a question?
It's kind of personal."

	"Yes Franklin...anything..." Love answered, having already decided,
as strange as it was, that any sexual request would have met with no
resistance.

	"Do you want to...you know...come on up to our house and..."
Franklin nervously stammered.

	"What?  What do you want Franklin?" Love wondered as she considered
whether or not she'd want him completely naked or have him leave his
glasses on.

	"Do you want to...come and...and play Laser Tag with us?" Franklin
asked.

	Love nearly swallowed her tongue.  She was ready to offer up
orifices to him and his friends and that was all he wanted?  Laser Tag?
Love couldn't help but smile and laugh and immediately reply.

	"I'd love to," Love answered.  "Just don't zap me too quickly.  I'm
kind of rusty at this game."

* * * * *

	There were no games at the offices of L.A. Beat Magazine.  The
business going on there was deadly serious as the night had disappeared
into dawn and the morning began.

       With so many magazines following the celebrity beat all at once, the
competition was so fierce it made the law of the jungle look like the teddy
bears' picnic.  Getting a scoop was a bloodsport and reporter Scotty Taylor
had the scoop of all scoops in his grasp.  But investigating that scoop had
taken months upon months of scraping and digging and the young man looked
quite worse for the wear.

	His fresh out of journalism school face looked haggard and drawn
out now.  He had several days growth of beard and had the dead look in his
eyes and hand shakes of someone who had been living on nothing but coffee,
Red Bull and Jolly Ranchers for the last few days.

       Since beginning work on this story he had more or less taken the
magazine's conference room as his own and the place now looked like it was
a mad scientist who worked there and not a journalist.

	The room was filled with papers strewn about.  Press releases,
previously published reports, first hand accounts and second hand
conjecture.  It was all on paper and it littered the table and floor of the
room like a file cabinet had burst apart at the seams and exploded.  A dry
erase board was filled with the names of some of the most famous and
beautiful girls in movies and music with arrows connecting some to others
along with the scribblings of how they were supposedly all connected.

	As he stared at the scene from the door, Horatio Paza thought it
reminded him of Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind when he was really
starting to crack up and lose it as he was haunted by unsolved equations.
He looked at the names on the board and some of the ones that jumped out at
him the most were Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Jennifer Love Hewitt,
Gwen Stefani, Sarah Michelle Gellar and Hilary Duff.  What form of madness
could connect all those names together?

	"I tell you he hasn't left this office in days," the night janitor
said as he pointed at Scotty as he remained hunched over his laptop,
furiously typing away.  "Every night I come in to clean and he's there.
Then when I go to punch out in the morning, he's still there just clicking
away on that damn keyboard and he never lets me in to clean.  I don't think
he's even moved in days.  I thought I'd tell you because you seem to be his
friend."

	"Thanks Rafael," Horatio said as he patted the janitor's shoulder
and walked inside the conference room.  He wouldn't exactly call himself
Scotty's friend.  He'd been his photographer on a few stories and he
supposed he talked to him the most of anyone there.  But he had no idea how
to handle something like this.  This was veering into dementia territory.

	"So ummmmmm how's it going there Scotty?" Horatio asked as he
stepped around the piles of papers and half expected some kind of tentacled
creature to grab at him like the garbage pit creature in Star Wars.

	"Horatio!  I'm so pleased to see you!" Scotty declared, his eyes
frenzied and wide all of a sudden as he had his first human contact in
days.  "I'm close!  So very, very close!"

	"Close to what?" Horatio asked.

	"Proving the lesbian celebrity conspiracy!" Scotty triumphantly
declared with a fist pump.  "I owe this to Mr. Malloy, God rest his soul!
He wanted me to prove this and I'm going to do it damn it!  I'm going to
expose them all!"

	"Oh man you're not still working on that story are you?" Horatio
sighed.  Before his untimely death from a masturbation triggered heart
attack, Duncan Malloy, late publisher of the magazine, had filled his
staffs' heads with his paranoid right wing conspiracies for years.  One of
his favorites had been about how lesbian celebrities were working together
to corrupt the morals of decent Americans.  "That story's a bunch of bull!"

	"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?" Scotty shouted in both shock and awe before
taking his voice down an octave.  "You were there that day at the press
conference!  You saw Britney and Christina kiss too!"

	"No only you saw that," Horatio reminded the writer.  "I was with
the rest of the press.  You had just been thrown into a garbage can by
their bodyguard.  And I still think you hit your head.  Christina Aguilera
and Britney Spears are not involved in any kind of lesbian conspiracy."

	"Ohhhhhhhhh but they are...and it goes deeper, much much much
deeper," Scotty declared before maniacally rubbing his hands together.
"I've been seeking the truth on this.  I've been seeking it with every
ounce of my energy and every breath I can muster.  They're just the tip of
the iceberg.  The tendril of this conspiracy runs deep through Hollywood
and it's up to me to bring it to light.  I will stop them!  I will stop
them from corrupting and converting more innocent girls to their deviant
cause!  Only I can do it!  I have to do it!  I must do it to honor
Mr. Malloy's memory!"

	"No, Scotty, you need to go home, have a shower cause man you
stink, eat some real food, get a few weeks worth of sleep and then give up
on this story," Horatio said.  "There is no lesbian conspiracy."

	"Oh yeah?  Then how do you explain this?" Scotty demanded before
taking a pointer stick and slapping it against the dry erase board where
all the names were scribbled.  "Before the One World, One Love concert
Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera were the most bitter of enemies.  But
then suddenly they're like girlfriends, partnering up and kissing like
debauched little whores!  That's the day they became willing disciples in
the lesbian celebrity conspiracy!  I talked to people backstage that day!
They said the two were assigned the same dressing room by chance and there
was a fight inside it.  They could hear the screaming and it sounded like
things were broken inside it, like they were wrestling each other or
something and then all of a sudden the sounds change and it's a much more
intimate and friendly sound if you get my meaning.  Do you get it Horatio?
Do you get my meaning?"

	"Yes Scotty," Horatio sighed.  "A moron would get your meaning."

	"Well after that suddenly they're partners," Scotty continued to
explain.  "I think that was when Christina converted Britney into a lesbian
and got her involved in the conspiracy.  Now here's where it gets
interesting!  Before Christina converted Britney she was seen talking with
Jewel and Gwen Stefani!  This concert was a hive for the lesbian
conspirators.  I'm sure Christina converted Jewel and Gwen into her
depraved cadre of lesbian fanatics then."

	"Wait, you can make someone a lesbian just by talking to them?"
Horatio asked, trying to follow Scotty's thinking.  But the reporter didn't
respond.  He just kept on talking.

	"After Christina sunk her lesbian fangs into those two, Michelle
Branch was seen going into Gwen and Jewel's dressing room and not coming
out until significantly later by several witness accounts!" Scotty
continued.  "That poor girl probably had no idea what was waiting for her
inside, but by the time she left she wasn't herself anymore.  She had been
converted into a lesbian celebrity conspirator, just itching to spread it
to all the impressionable young girls in America and the world beyond.
Meanwhile Christina was later seen talking to Jennifer Love Hewitt at the
concert and they also disappeared.  No doubt this is when Christina
converted Jennifer.  And to think she's got a show on prime time television
where impressionable Americans watch.  Now after this Jennifer reportedly
gets into an altercation with another girl who claims she was being hit on
by this living, breathing lesbian celebrity.  So Rose McGowan sweeps in and
brutally blinds the boyfriend bravely coming to his girl's defense.  Rose
must be one of them too!  Now later on that night, Sarah Michelle Gellar
and Alyson Hannigan are mysteriously attacked in Malibu in a mansion
registered to a mystery company by what police call a stalker, but I think
was really one of the brave soldiers in our fight against lesbian
celebrities and their destructive ways.  I'm sure police are covering up
the truth so the nation doesn't panic.  How do I think they're connected?
Jennifer Love Hewitt, Alyssa Milano, Jennifer Aniston and Jewel were all
seen by numerous witnesses at the hospital visiting Sarah and Alyson in the
hospital.  Sarah and Alyson are probably ringleaders.  We already know
Jennifer and Jewel have been converted, so obviously Jennifer Aniston and
Alyssa are too.  That must be why Jennifer's marriage fell apart.  Brad
needed to be with a woman who wasn't a lesbian.  So I've heard rumors that
after her recovery, Alyson was later arrested at a bondage club with
Shannon Elizabeth and Mena Suvari.  Their publicists managed to quell all
press reports, but I talked to a cop at the scene that was there and he
said they were there and they all got busted.  No doubt they were looking
for more victims to seduce that night. That same day, Hilary Duff was seen
at a music video set with Britney and Christina.  Maria Menuonos was there
too interviewing them and we have no choice but to assume they got them
both too and converted them into lesbians.  Those poor innocent girls.
They had no idea what was in store for them until it was too late The net
keeps growing wider and wider.  I just need to find the center of it.
Where do they meet?  Where do they plan their strategy?  Don't you see?
DON'T YOU SEE WHAT THEY'RE PLANNING HORATIO?  THEY'RE TRYING TO TURN ALL
HOT GIRLS INTO LESBIANS!!!  MEN WILL DIE OFF AND THEY WILL RULE THE
WORLD!!!"

	"Yeah I see...I see there Scotty," Horatio said, humoring the
insane ramblings.  With each name he had mentioned, Scotty had smacked the
board with the stick, pointing to the corresponding name and highlighting
the connection.  It had made quite the impression even if it was
delusional. "Tell you what, why don't you just get yourself a little rest
and the lesbian conspiracy will still be there when you wake up."

	"Can't sleep...can't do anything but find story..." Scotty groaned.
"It's taken months, but I'm so close...just a few pieces of the puzzle left
to find.  So close to getting the truth and exposing them all...must expose
conspiracy...must save America...must do it for Mr. Malloy...must stop
perverted lesbian celebrities from corrupting fine virginal girls...mmmmm
fine virginal girls...so sweet and tight and young...must save them from
lesbians...Must find center of conspiracy to tie it all together...must
find their headquarters...must find the missing pieces...must do it
soon..."

	"Yeah whatever," Horatio said, not believing a word of it.  Didn't
he know Britney and Christina had had a huge falling out?  How could they
be in a conspiracy if they weren't even speaking?  "You just relax.  Here
I'll put on Adam Carolla and you can have a few laughs."

	As he was walking out of the office, Horatio flipped on the radio
on a shelf and tuned it to KROQ.  Early morning laughs weren't available at
the moment though and a commercial was playing as Horatio left the
conference room and Scotty behind.

	"Do you or a loved one have a habit or trait that needs to be
changed?" the commercial blared.  "Then Total Transformation is for you.
Our term of certified behavior experts can make things the way you want it
with just the simplest of modifications. It's as easy as a phone call to
arrange a free consultation..."

	But though he was in the coveted advertiser demographic of white
males aged 18-35, Scotty took no notice of the ad.  He was too busy falling
asleep at his computer, the keyboard making an impression on his face as he
muttered dreamily about unmasking the conspiracy.

* * * * *

	Meanwhile, Scotty would have been dismayed to know, despite his
efforts, the lesbian celebrity conspiracy was alive and well in Malibu as
Jessica Alba made her way to get her morning shower.  Of course she had no
idea she was involved in any kind of conspiracy.  In her mind, she was just
having fun and enjoying every moment she was able to spend in this sexual
paradise.

	Jessica might have been the newest housemate, but she had been
there for that first wild party by the pool and since that day part of her
heart had always called this place home even when she'd lived elsewhere.
She had good friends and great sex here, what more could she want?  Add to
that a blockbuster movie franchise and her pick of scripts these days and
she didn't think life could be any better.

	Of course there was always a way things could get better and that
would have been if Jennifer Garner had been here with her.  Jessica knew
what happened to her didn't compare to everything that had surrounded Sarah
and Britney and Christina lately, but she had her own fair share of drama
lately.

       In the space of one day in Jamaica, she'd had Jennifer suddenly
thrust the hope of a relationship on her, a fight that had nearly split
them up for good, a huge orgy, an attack that had bordered on flat-out rape
by Avril Lavigne and then a long, tender make up session with Jennifer.  It
had been too much by far and Jessica had returned home to Malibu longing
for stability.

       Of course with everything that followed with Sarah and Britney,
stability had been a far away dream.  And then the cherry on top had been
Jennifer's pregnancy.  It had taken them both by surprise, but Jessica
didn't hold any grudge against her friend for making the decision she did.
She would have done the same thing if she'd been the one who was pregnant.

       Jennifer loved her daughter and being a mother was the most
important thing to her now.  Jessica could easily see why, too.  Every time
she was over to Jennifer's house and spent time with Violet, Jessica just
wanted to stick the kid in her bag and take her home with her.  The little
baby girl was one of the most beautiful things Jessica had ever seen and
every time she was over, she left with a daze in her eyes, entranced with
the desire to go out and spawn with the first worthy guy she found.

       Of course the feeling was fleeting and Jessica would quickly snap
out of it.  But at least it helped her understand Jennifer's perspective,
even if it had meant putting aside any effort at a real relationship for
them, at least temporarily.

       They didn't have to be a clone version of Eliza Dushku and Kirsten
Dunst to be happy and both of them knew that now.  All the drama had given
both Jennifer and Jessica some needed perspective and, besides, it wasn't
like they weren't still fucking each other silly every chance they got.  It
just meant they were both going into things with more maturity.

       Jessica at first had resisted the idea of any kind of relationship
outside of just sex and friendship, but then Jennifer had made her feel so
safe and loved after what had happened with Avril and she had reconsidered.
Then the pregnancy came, but they had been able to overcome that.

       They still talked every day, but they had their separate lives and
just as Jennifer didn't stand in Jessica's way when it came to being with
as many girls as she wanted, Jessica didn't interfere with her friend's
home life with Ben and Violet.  They made sure they were there to support
each other at all times and Jennifer made sure she got to the mansion for
some serious fun whenever possible.

       The former Alias star had become quite a fixture in Malibu and was
quite popular with all the housemates, but when she slept over she always
ended up in Jessica's bed.

       As for Avril...well they had come up with a suitable punishment for
her after what she tried to pull.  The young Canadian had undergone a
serious attitude adjustment and was more compliant now.  Much more
compliant.

	Jessica just wished everyone's problems could get solved like hers
had.  Part of Jessica was mad at Sarah for running off like she had.  She
hadn't had any right to do that to them.  But she also knew this couldn't
have been easy for Sarah and Jessica didn't want to hate her.  Like many
others, she just wanted her to come home.

	How could anyone pass up living at a place like this?  She was
still a relative newbie around here as a housemate and Jessica was still
getting a little used to all the quirks of the mansion.  Exploring the
place was actually her new hobby.  Love had once told her that the place
had used to be a high-class bordello and Jessica could believe it.  It
certainly wasn't like any other place she had ever lived.

	One of the stranger quirks of the place was the set up for the
showers.  While each bedroom had a private bathroom, there weren't any
showers.  There were hot tubs and bathtubs, but Jessica didn't always have
the time for a long soak in the tub.  Sometimes she just needed to grab a
quick shower and run out the door, but being able to do that required a bit
of a hike from her bed.

	The mansion's showers were located past the private gym and every
time Jessica walked past the exercise machines she blushed and remembered
all the times that she'd gotten a real workout in the gym without touching
any equipment.  Whenever she had exercised with any of her housemates or
their friends it had never taken long for their workout clothes to be cast
off, allowing for the best kind of exertion to begin.

	Jessica paused her journey for a moment to run her fingers over the
row of weights neatly organized in a row and recall the time she'd been
pressed against them, completely naked, as her leotard lay on the floor and
Jewel's tongue traveled up from her pussy to tease and enter her needy ass,
sending her into creaming convulsions of orgasm.

	With an unconscious lick of her lips, Jessica treasured this memory
as she did every other one of the naughty experiences she had indulged in
between these walls.  How could anyone give this up?

	But before she could get melancholy about Sarah, Jessica pulled
herself away and got back to heading for the showers.  They were set up
like this place was a standard health club and not a place where people
lived, but Jessica never minded the layout.  She actually preferred it
because it encouraged group showering and all the orgasms that went along
with it.

	It was impossible to hide your presence in a shower room like this
and, as she walked inside, Jessica quickly realized she wasn't the only one
in the mansion up at this morning hour.  The sound of rushing water and
feminine humming betrayed the presence of another and Jessica felt her
libido flutter a bit as she wondered which beautiful girl she was about to
catch soaping herself up.

       Tiptoeing for no good reason other than she felt like being a little
coy, Jessica softly approached the sound of the soft morning shower
singing.  The woman was turned around under the water so all Jessica could
see was her bare back, but the woman's short brunette hair and collection
of tattoos left no mystery as to who she was.

       As her pussy began to slightly stir under her bathrobe, Jessica
gazed upon Alyssa Milano in all her nude glory, her eyes naturally moving
down to her housemate's awe inspiring ass as it glistened for her from the
hot water streaming down her back.

       Trying not to reveal her presence to the unsuspecting bather,
Jessica hungrily stared at Alyssa, focusing on the sacred heart tattoo on
her ass and wondering if her friend would mind if she just walked up and
pressed her lips to it.  Alyssa had such beautiful tattoos all over her
body and many times when they were together Jessica hadn't been able to
help lavishing love all over the colorful designs with her tongue.

       Doing that had always left Alyssa writhing on the bed, so Jessica
felt a grin tug at her lips as she reckoned that her housemate wouldn't
mind a surprise kiss to her heart at all, or to the rosary beads on her
back or even around front to the fairy on her hip.  No she definitely
wouldn't mind at all and Jessica was thinking about doing just that.  But
first she wanted to stare a bit more.

       Alyssa was a vision under the steaming water as she continued her
soft singing, showing off the voice that had made her a superstar in Japan.
Her black hair was soaked against her head and water just flowed down her
gorgeous body giving her a wet glow from head to toe.  Jessica just wished
she had a camera to take a picture of this.  She had never been more turned
on by Alyssa before and she couldn't even see the front of her.  But with
no recording device in sight, Jessica knew she was going to have to settle
for the mental image seared in her memory.

       Just watching Alyssa soap herself up under the shower head was
getting Jessica juicing up in all the right ways and she couldn't help but
open her robe just enough to slide her fingers over her already slippery
slit.  Jessica's body stiffened as she touched the smooth, sensitive lips
of her pussy.  She wanted Alyssa so bad, but still she didn't move.  She
was having too much fun just standing there and staring, completely
undetected...or so she thought.

       The sexual trance Jessica was putting herself into was suddenly
interrupted when Alyssa spoke up, her back still turned on the horny
voyeur.

       "You know if you stare any harder you're going to burn a hole in my
back," Alyssa said with a little giggle in her voice as she revealed she'd
known all along someone was there.

       Upon being discovered, Jessica let out a slight gasp and dropped her
hand from her pussy.  Even though Alyssa clearly didn't mind being watched,
and it wasn't like the two of them hadn't been a lot more intimate than
that before, Jessica's first impulse was still to apologize.

       "Sorry...I...I...uhhhh..." Jessica began stammering before she was
cut off.

       "Don't apologize," Alyssa grinned, turning around and showing off
her nudity in all its full frontal glory as soap bubbles both dripped and
clung to her body.  "Just get in here with me."

       In a flash, Jessica's bathrobe was on the floor and she was under
the water with Alyssa, just as naked as her housemate was.  Now both girls
were giggling as Alyssa pressed her wet body to Jessica's and kissed her
tenderly, rubbing their tits together as the blonde actress got wet in both
senses of the word.

       "Mmmmm now isn't this better than just staring," Alyssa smiled in
between kisses to Jessica's needy lips.

       "Much better," Jessica immediately agreed.  "I just couldn't help
it.  You looked so good that I needed to just look at you for a while."

       "Well I'll take that as a compliment," Alyssa remarked before
reaching down between Jessica's legs and helping herself to a feel of her
friend's pussy.  "Oooooh but this is an even bigger compliment.  You got
yourself nice and wet watching me, didn't you, you sneaky little thing?"

       "Yessssssssss..." Jessica moaned from the contact with her
wetness. "Mmmmmm I was getting so turned on.  Your body is just incredible
Lyssa.  I wanted to get in here with you but I couldn't stop looking.
You've just got a perfect body."

       "And you're pretty easy on the eyes yourself sweetie," Alyssa smiled
as she made the understatement of the year.  Alyssa kept rubbing Jessica's
pussy, feeling the growing wetness start to coat her fingers as the hot
shower water beat down on their nude bodies.

       The two girls let their lips push together for lingering kisses that
allowed for plenty of soft tongue explorations of each other's mouths.
Their kisses were hot but tender with neither girl getting too aggressive.
They were both perfectly happy to stand under the water and indulge in
their mutual lusts.  Their bodies kept touching in all the right places and
neither girl was eager to stop the kissing.

       Finally it was Jessica who cracked and made a grab for some girl
flesh.  Alyssa had kept up a steady rhythm on her pussy and she returned
the favor by reaching around back to grip the ass cheeks she had been
admiring so.

       "Ohhhhhh..." Alyssa softly groaned.  "Good to see you're in a frisky
mood this morning."

       "How could I not be when I've got this bod of yours to play with?"
Jessica laughed before getting another squeeze of Alyssa's cheeks.

       "Mmmm flattery will definitely get you more of this," Alyssa smiled
before stealing another long kiss from her lover.  "Too bad you don't have
that friend of yours with you though.  When's Jennifer going to get her
sexy ass back to Malibu?"

       "Oh?  My ass isn't sexy enough for you?" Jessica playfully shot
back.  "Always gotta have more, don't you Lyssa?"

       "Hmmmm I think you'll do," Alyssa smirked before using her free hand
to give Jessica's ass a quick slap, her palm making a rather impressive
sound against the girl's wet flesh.  That got a playful yelp from Jessica
and another long kiss.

       "Do it again," Jessica urged with a moan when their lips broke
apart.  "Slap my ass Lyssa!"

       Alyssa was quick to comply, sending her hand crashing down on
Jessica's soaked flesh.  The sound of the spanking made both of them wet
and they were quickly moaning in unison as Alyssa gave Jessica's ass a
third slap.

       "Mmmmmmm yesssssss spank me for spying on you Lyssa!" Jessica
sighed, her eyes closed as dreamy sensations of pleasure ran over her body
like the hot water cascading down from the shower.  "I love how you feel on
my ass.  Spank it and make it sting!"

       It required no convincing for Alyssa to do that.  She had spent many
years in the study and enjoyment of female asses and she was utterly
convinced that Jessica's was perfect.  A heart shaped piece of sculpture
that Alyssa never could get enough of.  Any chance she got to play with it
was eagerly taken, especially when Jessica was begging for it.

       "Naughty spy," Alyssa grinned as her hand slapped Jessica's bare ass
again.  "Staring at me in the shower and getting that sweet little pussy of
yours all wet.  I know just what to do with pervs like you."

       "Mmmmm what?" Jessica asked, her smile wide and bright as she played
the helpless victim to Alyssa's wanton desires.  "What are you gonna do to
me Lyssa?"

       Alyssa didn't say a word in reply.  She didn't have to.  She just
gave Jessica's ass one last squeeze before placing her hands on the girl's
shoulders.  One little push, gentle, but insistent, was all it took for
Jessica to fall to her knees in the shower and line her gorgeous face right
up with Alyssa's pussy.

       "Oh no please...not this," Jessica giggled while breathing in the
intoxicating scent of aroused womanhood.  "Please don't make me eat your
pussy Lyssa.  Anything but that!  Don't punish me like this!  I'll be good!
I promise!  Just please don't make me get my tongue inside your tight,
delicious pussy until I swallow all your yummy cream."

       "Sorry, I have to be tough with you," Alyssa replied, joining
Jessica in giggles over the kneeling girl's entirely unconvincing protests.
"If I don't punish you then you'll never learn your lesson!"

       Alyssa's hand then moved to the back of Jessica's head and her
fingers hooked into the blonde locks, pushing her face forward.  Jessica
dropped her unwilling act immediately and let the heat and taste of
Alyssa's pussy overcome her.  The scent was better than any perfume and the
flavor sweeter than candy.  Jessica didn't hesitate to unleash her
well-practiced tongue and it was only seconds before sharp gasps of ecstasy
started flying from Alyssa's mouth.

       "Ooooooh fuck yeah!" Alyssa grunted.  "Take your punishment Jess.
Get that fucking tongue to work!  This'll teach you to spy when you just
should toss off those clothes and start fucking!"

       That was a lesson Jessica never tired of learning and she took full
advantage of her chance to do some serious tongue worshipping of Alyssa's
pink folds by licking her with gusto.  She hadn't eaten a thing yet that
morning and to Jessica's mind there was nothing better for breakfast than a
helping of some hot girl cream.

       But while Jessica was quick to accept the lesson Alyssa was
attempting to teach about forgetting voyeurism and just joining in, it was
completely lost on Elisha Cuthbert.  Of course she did have the excuse of
having been shocked into standing still by what she was watching.

       Elisha told herself that she shouldn't be surprised.  This wasn't
her first trip to Malibu and it wasn't her first time staying overnight.
She had done things here that made two girls in the shower seem like
children holding hands on the swing set.  But there she was, frozen stiff
and gawking at Jessica's oral appreciation of Alyssa.

       She was pretty new to all of this relatively speaking and it still
took her by surprise to see such beautiful, famous women openly indulging
in carnal lust for one another.  Girls like Jessica and Alyssa and all
their friends could have any man in the world, but what they wanted most of
all was each other and it blew Elisha's mind each and every time she saw
it.  It also always made her wet and Elisha opened her robe just enough to
slide her hand inside to cop a feel of her own pussy.

       Having just woken up, the blonde had been looking for a shower and
nothing more but she had obviously found something much hotter.  Staring at
those two stunning nude bodies had Elisha tingling from head to toe, but
she didn't know what to do.  Should she pretend she didn't see anything and
continue on her way?  Keep watching Jessica kneel before Alyssa and work
her pussy over with furious tongue strokes?  Or toss off her robe and get
her tongue into Jessica's splayed pussy, which was so tantalizingly close
to her as the big screen superheroine kneeled down and spread herself open
to the audience she didn't know she had?

       If there were rules and protocols at the mansion, Elisha didn't know
them.  She wished Cameron was here with her to guide her as to what to do.
The other times she had come to the mansion her friend and, now mentor in
all things lesbian, had come with her.  But this time she had been on her
own, which had it's benefits and drawbacks.

       It meant she had a chance to play with the new friends she had met
at Sarah's bachelorette party and keep their sexy, sweet pussies all to
herself.  She had spent the last night playing with Jewel and Gwen and had
actually woken up feeling like she was in heaven sandwiched between their
nude bodies.  But it also meant she felt a little bit like the girl who had
transferred to school in the middle of the year.  Everyone seemed to know
exactly what they were doing and Elisha was still getting her feet on solid
ground.

       The feelings that her experience at the party turned orgy had
inspired in her were still new and occasionally nerve wracking.  But Elisha
didn't want any of them to stop.  She loved how seeing a sexy girl now made
her heart pound and her pussy quiver.  She loved how good it felt to open
herself up for another girl's tongue or fingers or even the sexy toys that
always seemed to be in abundance here at the mansion.

       Since returning from Jamaica, Elisha hadn't been able to get enough
pussy.  She and Cameron had fucked each other ragged so many times and
Elisha had looked for any excuse to get herself down to Malibu for more
fun.  But it hadn't even been close to enough.  Each lesbian orgasm had
left Elisha wanting another one.

       Her former fiancée was a distant memory now.  It hadn't taken long
for her to end things after she had gotten back from having her eyes opened
to the true possibilities of sex.  He hadn't been a bad guy, but he
couldn't possibly compete with this new pleasure she had found.  Now all
Elisha wanted now was girls...lots of them feeding her their pussies and
their asses and fucking her until she couldn't even think straight.

       And right now Elisha wanted Jessica and Alyssa.  They both looked so
beautiful under the water, so naked and wet as Alyssa moaned from Jessica's
tongue, and Elisha had already learned there was nothing hotter to look at
than women having sex.  She felt like she could watch them for hours and
never grow tired of their kissing and touching and fucking each other's
nude bodies.

       Alyssa had her eyes closed and Jessica was obviously occupied so
neither of them saw her.  Elisha was torn about what to do.  She wanted to
join in so badly, but she also didn't want to overstep her bounds and
interrupt what might have been meant to be a private moment for the two of
them.

       Fortunately, when Alyssa's eyes opened, Elisha's decision was made
for her.

       "Well well well," Alyssa smirked, shaking her head.  "Another spy.
What is it with you girls?  You think you gotta wait for an engraved
invitation to get some pussy around here or something?"

       "Sorry...I...just..." Elisha began stammering before she was
interrupted.

       "Jesus, stop fucking apologizing and get naked," Alyssa groaned,
half in frustration and half in pleasure from Jessica's tongue.  "Get that
goddamn robe off and get in here before I drag you in by your hair."

       Elisha had no doubt Alyssa would make good on that threat and part
of her was quite willing to have her do it.  But even a newbie like Elisha
knew it was much simpler to just jump into the shower.  With a grin,
Elisha's robe was on the floor next to Jessica's and she was under the
water with her friends.

       "About time," Alyssa remarked, as she assumed the role of mentor to
her younger lovers.  "You kids need directions on everything sometimes.
Now get over here and kiss me."

       Elisha was a little embarrassed about having been caught sneaking a
peek and Alyssa's chiding made her feel like the brunette regarded her as
someone inexperienced and unworthy.  But Alyssa's kiss made those feelings
disappear fast.  It was passionately tender and had Elisha moaning in no
time.

       The taste of Alyssa's pussy had been so demanding of her complete
attention that only now did Jessica look up to see who it was that had
joined them in the shower.  Something like Alyssa's sopping sex wasn't
something you just got distracted from at the sight of the first bright,
shiny object to bounce along, but Jessica decided she was at a good point
to take a peek.  When she saw it was Elisha who was now in mid-make out
with Alyssa, Jessica's girl juice coated smile got even wider.

       "Morning," Jessica said to Elisha, getting a happy moan back from
the blonde in response, before she got her tongue back to work on Alyssa.
The few seconds she had been away from Alyssa had allowed her cunt lips to
get a fresh layer of juice on them and Jessica took care of that with a
hungry lick that sent shivers right up Alyssa's spine.

       The sexy lick caused Alyssa's tongue to reflexively push into
Elisha's warm, wet mouth, where it was happily welcomed.  Their kiss
deepened and Elisha hands soon moved to Alyssa's breasts and she gave the
sexy mounds of girl flesh a passionate squeeze.  That produced another long
moan from Alyssa into Elisha's mouth as their tongues wrestled.

       Elisha and Alyssa were into some deep tongue kissing and the feel of
the blonde's hands on her tits had Alyssa kissing her even harder, but the
brunette's main thoughts were on the girl working over her pussy.  Alyssa
swore that Jessica got better at eating pussy every time she did it and
Alyssa felt pulses of pleasure shoot through her with every sexy lick her
lover took.

       The hand that Alyssa had on Jessica's head was far from necessary
since Jessica had her own hands gripping Alyssa's ass cheeks, making sure
that the pussy she was feasting on could never get too far from her mouth.
Alyssa let Jessica's soft, wet hair go from her grasp and the kneeling
girl's tongue continued on its merry way, lapping away at her pink wetness
with furious, skilled strokes.

       "Oooooooooooooh fuck mmmmmmmmmmm yessssssss drill that pussy with
your tongue!" Alyssa groaned after breaking away from Elisha's kiss.
"Fucking get that tongue deep inside me!  Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh lick me
dry Jessica!  Bury that nasty tongue inside me and get all those wet
juices!"

       Committed to proving herself to Alyssa, Elisha then pulled the horny
actress into another long kiss.  She kept her hands latched to Alyssa's
breasts, massaging the firm mounds and making sure her nipples were at
their maximum hardness.  Elisha didn't want Alyssa to doubt her or think
she was some shy kid.  She might have been new and unsure of what all the
rules were, but Elisha wanted there to be no doubt of her lust for women.

       Alyssa happily returned the kiss, taking her fingers and running
them through Elisha's blonde hair.  All three of them were soaked now, but
the water could have suddenly shut off and none of them would have noticed.
They were too lost in each other.  Alyssa moaned into Elisha's mouth again
and again, the pleasure from Jessica's tongue rolling through her with no
signs of it slowing down anywhere in evidence.

       After running her fingers through Elisha's wet mop of hair, Alyssa
moved down to her tits, using one hand to play with them while the other
grabbed the forgotten loofa she had been using on herself before and
squeezed soap bubbles all over the blonde's chest.  Elisha squealed a
little bit as Alyssa made her tits very slippery and began doing some
serious moaning of her own as the brunette's hands got busy on her body.

       The two naked girls eagerly played with each other's tits, squeezing
and massaging the sexy girl flesh before them as they kissed.  Alyssa let
soapy water drip all over Elisha's body, running down from her breasts all
over her stomach and onto her pussy.  Elisha gasped happily as Alyssa took
a hand and worked the loofa over her cunt and her moans deepened.  She was
totally soaked and it wasn't from any water.

       The soft kissing and Alyssa's sexy touch had Elisha almost ready to
pant from horniness.  She loved the feel of the water streaming over her
bare body and the sounds of Jessica licking away while she and Alyssa made
out.  It was all turning her on and Elisha had only two words to offer.

       "Fuck me," Elisha groaned.  The words passed her lips almost as a
whisper but Alyssa had no trouble hearing them.

       "Not yet sweetie, you gotta earn that," Alyssa wickedly declared,
loving the horny disappointment that passed over Elisha's face.

       "How?" Elisha inquired, desperate to earn the privilege of having
her needs tended to by these sex goddesses.

       "Mmmmm take care of Jess for me," Alyssa ordered with a smile.
"She's being so good to my pussy that she deserves some fun of her own.
Don't you think so, Elisha?"

       "Oh yeah," Elisha agreed with a smile of her own as she cast her
eyes downward to the naked beauty lapping at Alyssa, her face fused to
Alyssa's pussy to give her tongue maximum opportunity to play.

       "Then go show me what you can do," Alyssa told the blonde.  "Make
that sexy little thing come and I might just do the same to you afterward."

       The promise of erotic pleasure to come wasn't needed to convince
Elisha to go down on Jessica, but it didn't hurt either.  Already dreaming
of the orgasm she knew was in her future, Elisha pulled away from Alyssa
and sank down the shower floor next to Jessica.  Water was all over the
cool tile and Elisha splashed softly as she moved closer to Jessica.

       Elisha didn't waste time when she reached her target.  She got right
behind Jessica's back and ran her fingers over the girl's wet slit.  This
made Jessica stiffen up and let out a happy moan, but she didn't stop
licking.  She remained bent over and in perfect position for Elisha to get
her tongue to work.

       Because of the angle of her body, Jessica's pussy lips were
naturally spread open and Elisha could see the drops of girl cream that
clung to them.  It was an enticing invitation that no one could have passed
up.  With Jessica already open and waiting for her, Elisha just had to lick
and that's exactly what she did.  She ran her tongue over Jessica's slit to
lick up her cream and let it tickle her taste buds.

       An ecstatic cry came from between Alyssa's legs as Jessica reacted
most favorably to Elisha's efforts.  The sounds of Jessica's appreciation
were muffled, but her intentions were clear and Elisha responded by licking
faster.

       Soon Jessica and Alyssa were both crying out their pleasure and the
wet hiss of the water falling from the shower head was completely
overwhelmed by the sounds of pleasure cries and wet tongues snacking on
even wetter pussies.

       Jessica always found it so hard to concentrate when she was being
licked at the same time she was eating out another girl, but it was a
problem she loved having to deal with.  The struggle to focus on one over
the other was more than offset by the ecstasy that could only come from
having a pussy against your face while a tongue was buried in your own
cunt.  Jessica loved it when everything timed out perfectly so she was
tasting an orgasm while having her own and she certainly hoped that was
going to happen here.

       Elisha didn't have the experience at eating pussy that Jessica and
Alyssa both had, but, as she had shown off both in Jamaica and here in
Malibu, she was a quick learner.  Elisha rubbed Jessica's quivering slit
with her fingers and spread her pussy open wider so she could really get
her tongue to work.  The kneeling blonde lapped at Jessica's pinkness,
swallowing her juices with greedy gulps as she moved toward her clit with
every lick.

       The sound of Jessica's muffled sex cries pushed Elisha on, but not
nearly as much as the taste of her pussy did.  In all her times with girls,
the thing that Elisha had loved the most had been how good they'd tasted
against her tongue.  Each girl she'd licked had her own distinctive flavor
and Elisha loved tasting and comparing them.  Some girls were spicier, some
were sweeter and some were tangier.  But they were all delicious.  Jessica
had a spicier pussy than girls like Cameron and Love and Elisha couldn't
get enough of her.

       The more she tasted, the more Elisha craved and she began working
her tongue furiously over Jessica's pussy.  Elisha was rewarded with
increased juices from Jessica's overheating cunt and she licked up every
drop while smiling from ear to ear.  Elisha's fingers kept Jessica's folds
spread wide for her tongue to explore all her hot spots and when the newbie
pussy licker got to her clit, Jessica lurched on her knees and cried
happily into Alyssa.

       Jessica felt her brain fill with the addictive sex endorphins that
kept her from ever getting enough girl sex.  Nothing else on this earth
could make her feel this good.  The sensation of a horny girl licking her
was such an intense pleasure that Jessica sometimes wondered how she'd ever
survived without it.  Elisha's tongue was doing everything right and it
just made Jessica want to get Alyssa off even harder.

       "Yesssssssssssss oooooooooh fuck that pussy Jess!" Alyssa groaned,
humping herself hard as her lover's tongue picked up speed and passion.
"Ahhhhhhhh so fucking good!  Mmmmm more baby more!  You're gonna get a
mouthful of my cum so soon if you just give me more!"

       Alyssa's promise and the rich taste of her juices, a surest sign as
any that she was close, had Jessica giddy with horny delight.  Her brain
was fogging over with ecstasy from the feel of Elisha's tongue between her
legs, but Jessica never let her focus leave Alyssa.  The beautiful pink
pussy before her face...so pink and so wet...demanded her absolute
attention and Jessica gave it good to Alyssa.

       Jessica's tongue had been licking fast and licking hard and Alyssa
had rewarded her with taste bud soaking gifts of her juices, but now that
she knew she had her lover right on the verge, Jessica let her tongue fall
back.  Instead she got her lips to work, sucking first on Alyssa's pussy to
draw out even more of her juices while she nursed on the tender, fuckable
folds of Alyssa's cunt and then moving onto her clitoris.

       Just as Elisha was starting to work her clit over, Jessica did the
same to Alyssa.  Her own eyes were starting to water with tears of pleasure
from Elisha's tongue touch to her swollen pleasure bud and Jessica
desperately wanted Alyssa to feel that good too.

       It was getting harder and harder to push her own pleasure to the
side to concentrate on Alyssa, but Jessica summoned her strength and sucked
on Alyssa's clit with a greedy clamp of her lips, relishing the feel of it
between her lips and the rapturous cries she got from the beautiful
television star.

       "Fuck!!!" Alyssa screamed out in a short burst of ecstasy shooting
past her lips.  "Ooooooooooooh yessssssssssssss you horny little bitch!
That's how you fucking eat pussy!  Mmmmmmmm suck on my clit Jess!  Ooooooh
suck on it hard while I fuck your beautiful face!  You're on every fucking
magazine cover these days you nasty slut and if they could only see you now
burying that face in my wet cunt and fucking me so goddamn
goooooooooood!!!"

       That was all Alyssa got out before her words turned into sharp cries
of sexual bliss thanks to Jessica sucking even harder on her clit.  The
thought of all those people who bought the magazines she got all dolled up
and sexy for seeing her like this, naked in the shower while she licked a
perfect pussy and another beautiful girl tongued her from behind, nearly
had her creaming in Elisha's mouth.  Jessica loved having this secret side
that no one but her famous girlfriends could ever dream she had.

       She teased everyone with her body and enticed them to buy magazines
and movie tickets but Jessica never gave it up to them.  They got to see
her wrapped in bed sheets and held back by bikinis.  But here nothing was
holding her back.  Jessica's body belonged to her beautiful friends and
there was nothing they couldn't take from her.  No one who ever saw her on
screen or on a cover could ever picture her getting her mouth and pussy
fucked by other beautiful women and that made the pleasure even sweeter for
Jessica.

       Not letting herself get distracted by her own thoughts, though,
Jessica just closed her eyes to let the pleasure wash over her like the
water flow cascading on their naked bodies from the shower.  She kept
sucking on Alyssa's clit while her hands squeezed the tight cheeks of her
ass.  Alyssa's hips were rocking as she fucked her face and Jessica made
sure her lips held steady, drawing the orgasm out of the brunette from pure
clit stimulation.

       "OHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSSSSSS!!!" Alyssa roared, pushing coherent
words past her lips for just a moment before the ecstasy overtook her
again.

       Alyssa's whole body was burning with the familiar fire that only
girl sex could give her.  Tilting her head back, Alyssa cried out her
rapture and let the streaming water coat her face and fill her mouth.  But
the shower's flow was nothing compared to the pleasure she was bathing in
and Alyssa couldn't even feel a drop as she let her passion go and came
with a series of piercing cries against Jessica's face.

       The orgasmic screams that flowed out of Alyssa's mouth rained down
on Jessica and Elisha, but Jessica could barely hear them.  She was far too
occupied with swallowing down as much of Alyssa's cream as possible.
Alyssa flooded her mouth with girl cum, much to Jessica's insatiable
delight and she swallowed it down quickly, letting her tongue slide back
into Alyssa's pussy for more.

       As she came, Alyssa's thrusts against Jessica's face sped up and her
soft, tan skin was soon coated in girl cream.  Jessica's lips were covered
in her favorite kind of gloss and whatever she couldn't swallow covered her
chin and, when some of it began dripping down to her tits, Jessica cooed
and felt her pussy respond with her own juices starting to ooze into
Elisha's hungry mouth.

       Her orgasm had left Alyssa's head spinning and a wide smile crossing
her lips as the sex daze overtook her.  She pulled away from Jessica's
freshly fucked face to get her bearings back and Alyssa's smile grew even
bigger when she saw how beautifully nasty her housemate looked covered in
her cream.  Slumping down onto her ass in the shower, Alyssa couldn't help
but give her still quaking pussy a few rubs while she looked at Jessica's
sticky, gorgeous face as Elisha continued to tongue her from behind.

       Now that Alyssa had gotten off, Jessica felt free to get selfish and
concentrate on herself and, more specifically, what Elisha was doing to
her.  The girl's tongue had felt exquisite inside her pussy, licking away
at her wet folds before she had gone after her clit.

       Jessica had almost wanted Elisha to ignore her clit.  She knew that
having her clit licked and sucked would have gotten her off for sure and
deep down Jessica hadn't wanted that.  She had wanted the pleasure to keep
growing until she couldn't take it anymore and then, only then, would she
have wanted to come.

       As Alyssa had sat back smiling and moaning, Jessica had grabbed the
chance to change her position.  Jessica loved being licked from behind, but
that position denied her the treat of seeing Elisha's beautiful face
between her legs and Jessica wanted her eyes to soak in that visual.

       Elisha was surprised at first when Jessica pulled away from her
tongue.  Her first instinct had been to think she'd done something wrong
but that illusion was put to rest when Jessica grabbed her face and planted
a long kiss right on her juice covered lips.  Elisha closed her eyes and
let out a long moan of desire as she kissed her gorgeous lover and allowed
Jessica's tongue to push into her mouth.

       The kiss deepened as Jessica seemed ready and willing to taste all
the juice she had just fed to Elisha, but Elisha didn't just want to kiss.
Her taste buds were dying for more of Jessica's flavor and there was no way
she was going to let this girl move away from her before she tasted her
orgasm.

       When the girls broke for a breath, Elisha asserted herself and
gently pushed Jessica down.  Jessica offered no resistance and lay herself
down on her back with a giggle and spread her legs with a lewd lick of her
lips to show off her pinkness.

       "Want some more of this, huh?" Jessica grinned as she rubbed her
fingers over her slit and then pushed them into Elisha's mouth.

       "Mmmhmmm," the blonde enthusiastically answered, sucking Jessica's
fingers clean in the process and then letting them go from her mouth with a
wet pop.  "I want a lot more.  Give me that pussy Jess.  I want to suck all
those yummy juices right out of you."

       Jessica squealed in delight at the sound of Elisha's words and gave
her another passionate kiss before settling back and guiding the blonde's
head down to her wetness.  The hand in her hair was unnecessary as Elisha
certainly knew the way, but she loved any touch she got from Jessica.  As
she pressed her lips to the woman's pussy, Elisha smiled to herself when
she thought about how far she'd come since freaking out at the discovery of
Cameron's secret.

       She had never had this much fun with sex before and it was all
because of this incredible mansion and the beautiful women in it.  The
ecstasy of a woman's touch was like nothing she had ever experienced before
and Elisha knew she never wanted to leave this place and go back to her
old, non-lesbian sex, life.  Nothing she had ever done could match the
pleasure of just being naked with all these gorgeous girls.

       With Jessica's glistening, pink pussy spread wide for her it
couldn't have been simpler for Elisha to get to work.  She just pressed her
face to Jessica and started licking.  Elisha didn't go straight for
Jessica's clit again.  Rather she let her tongue lap up the juices that had
collected while they had been kissing, much to her lover's delight.

       Jessica cooed happily as Elisha's tongue got to work, filling her
ears with wet licking sounds of tongue against girl flesh.  Now it was
Jessica's turn to be in the line of the showerhead's spray and get her
naked body completely soaked, but just like Alyssa had, she could barely
feel a drop.  All that mattered was Elisha's tongue.

       She had just what she wanted.  Elisha hadn't gone back to her clit
for the quick orgasm.  The blonde was letting the pleasure and desire build
and Jessica was reaping all the benefits.  She knew she wasn't going to
come too quickly and she would be able to enjoy Elisha's lustful licking.

       "Oooooooh yessssss baby lick that pussy," Jessica moaned as her
fingers played with Elisha's hair while her other hand snaked up to her own
tits and started to squeeze.  "Mmmmmm you're so good at this.  Ohhhhhh God,
I love how that tongue feels inside me.  Lick up all those juices and make
me cum Elisha!  Tongue my pussy just like that!  Ohhhhh it feels so fucking
good!  Mmmmmm Camie is so lucky she gets to fuck you whenever she wants!"

       The compliments had Elisha smiling as she fed off Jessica's wetness.
She desperately wanted to make her lover feel good and to have Jessica
praising her while she tasted her made things even better for Elisha.  Her
own pussy was dripping down her legs as she remained bent over on the
shower floor.

       Her position had spread her lips open just like Jessica's had been
before and Elisha relished the feeling of hot juice tickling her flesh.  It
made her feel so nasty and horny that she couldn't help but use her free
hand to reach around back and stroke her own pussy.

       Now Elisha had both her hands at work.  One hand was working over
her pussy, sliding in and soaking two of her fingers as she fingered
herself from behind, and the other was spreading Jessica open.  Just as she
had before, while her tongue pushed in and lapped away at Jessica, Elisha
used her fingers to splay her pink folds and give her even more to lick.
Elisha's fingers were coated by Jessica's juices and it just it made her
lick even harder.

       Jessica's cries were coming out in short, ragged gasps as the
building pleasure began to push her toward orgasm.  Her shortness of breath
was making her chest bounce, which naturally caught Alyssa's attention.

       The brunette was still tingling from her afterglow but she wasn't so
far out of it that the sight of Jessica Alba's jiggling tits didn't make
her crave a touch and a taste.  With a wide smile, Alyssa got up off her
back and crawled over to her housemate with lust in her eyes.

       Alyssa grabbed Jessica's tits into her hands and began massaging
them with a firm grip as she planted a long, wet kiss on Jessica's lips.
Jessica's tongue shot right into Alyssa's mouth and she groaned wantonly
from her touch, arching her back to push more of her chest into her
housemate's grasp.

       "Mmmmmm I swear to God Jess, you've got the best tits in the whole
mansion," Alyssa declared with sexy admiration while she played with the
firm, tan breasts before her.  "They're just so perfect.  Your whole body
is so goddamn amazing I wanna fucking clone you."

       Jessica just moaned some more in response, a slight blush crossing
her face from the compliment.  She didn't want to go around comparing
bodies with her housemates.  Everyone there was so beautiful and Jessica
had never given any thought to who had the best tits or the hottest ass or
the prettiest face.  She didn't want to be competitive with her friends.
She just wanted to fuck them.

       But even as she brushed off Alyssa's compliment, it didn't mean
Jessica didn't like hearing it.  She worked hard to get her body like this
and getting praise from someone like Alyssa, especially as she pawed at her
tits and leaned down to suck and bite her nipples, was much appreciated.

       "Ooooooh fuck Lyssa...mmmmmmmmm bite them," Jessica hissed, loving
the little sharp pings of pain mixing with the sweet pleasure of Elisha's
tongue on her pussy.  "Fucking bite those nipples!  Mmmmmm make em swell in
your mouth while I'm getting my pussy licked!  Ohhhhhhhhhhh yessssssss you
can make it hurt a little!  Ooooooh it's making me so wet!  Don't stop
Lyssa!  Don't stop playing with my tits!"

       Alyssa's smile could have lit up all of Malibu as she heard
Jessica's desperate cries and she didn't hesitate to give her housemate
what she was after.  She kept her hands rubbing Jessica's amazing breasts
while she moved her mouth back and forth on her nipples.  She would lick
and suck and bite one swollen pink point and then move to the other one
before happily starting all over again.

       As Jessica's moans got louder and more frantic, Alyssa continued
worshipping her tits.  She made sure Jessica's nipples had constant
stimulation, using her tongue and teeth as a tandem to mix pleasure with
pain and give her housemate plenty to cry out about.

       Jessica was the one moaning, but she was far from the only happy
girl in the shower.  Elisha was feasting off her pussy, juicing up her own
fingers as she got Jessica closer with every lick.  Nothing ever got her
higher than the taste of a girl right before orgasm and Elisha was drawing
out every drop she could get from Jessica.  She didn't want to miss a bit
of this ambrosia and her tongue licked fast and deep in between greedy
sucks from her lips against Jessica's spread cunt.

       "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gawwwwwwwwd yesssssssss mmmmmmmm!"
Jessica screamed as her body's nerves all stood on edge and pleasure
gripped her.  "Morrrrrrrrrrre!  Mmmmmmmm fuck me you beautiful bitches!
Fucking lick that pussy Elisha and don't you stop sucking my tits Lyssa!
Don't either of you dare fucking stop!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss
gonna come!  Ooooooh gonnnnnnna fucking come all over your tongue Elisha!
Fuck yessssss you're licking me so gooooood!!!"

       Peering up from between Jessica's splayed pussy lips, Elisha treated
her eyes to the vision of the cover girl movie star tossing her head back
and crying out indecipherable sounds of pleasure while her tits were
hungrily devoured by another gorgeous woman.  Jessica's body glistened with
the glow of a goddess from the water and the sex and just from everything.
Elisha loved seeing her like that and knowing her tongue was the reason
Jessica looked that way was a rush that nearly set her own orgasm off.

       But Elisha wasn't going to get selfish now.  She knew her own
pleasure could hold.  She didn't want to make Jessica wait and suffer while
she got her own rocks off.  Jessica's clitoris was ready and waiting for
her and Elisha finally moved in to address its throbbing arousal.

       As soon as Elisha's lips clamped down on her exposed clit, Jessica
felt a wave of ecstasy roll through her body.  She tried to scream out but
nothing came from her mouth but garbled sounds that could only hint at how
good she was feeling.  Jessica's back arched up and the pleasure pulses
continued rushing through her as Elisha sucked on her clit and gave her the
orgasm she'd been wanting since the first glance she'd gotten of Alyssa in
the shower.

       Jessica's orgasmic cries were loud, dramatic and incoherent and
Alyssa loved it.  She kept at Jessica's tits, drawing her pleasure out
while shooting Elisha a slightly jealous look from above.  Having lived
with her these past months Alyssa knew full well how delicious Jessica's
orgasms tasted and no one had to tell her how lucky the kneeling blonde was
at that moment.

       Elisha moaned from her own rapture as Jessica's cream filled her
mouth and coated her face.  At first she tried to keep up with Jessica's
orgasm, but soon Elisha gave up.  She pulled her tongue back and let
Jessica frantically fuck her face as she came.  Jessica's hips bucked
against her and Elisha held her face steady, swallowing as much of her sexy
lover as she could and making sure to leave plenty on her tongue so she
could share her prize with Alyssa.

       And when Jessica finally fell back, a happy, quivering mess of
orgasmic girlflesh, that was just what Elisha did.  She pulled herself up
into a sitting position and gave Alyssa another deep kiss, making sure her
friend got plenty to taste.

       That gesture was much appreciated and Alyssa showed it by sucking on
Elisha's tongue and giving her tits a lustful squeeze.  Elisha groaned at
the hard and very welcomed grasp of her firm breasts.  Alyssa's touch was
making her even wetter and Elisha wouldn't have been surprised if just
sitting here, getting felt up by Alyssa would have gotten her off.
Alyssa's strong, but soft hands just kept playing with her tits and Elisha
closed her eyes to let the pleasure fill her needy body.

       "Like that, huh?" Alyssa teased after breaking off the kiss.  "You
like me playing with these hot tits of yours Heesh?"

       "Mmmmmhmmmmmmmm..." Elisha replied with a wanton groan.  "Don't stop
Lyssa.  Oooooooooh your hands feel so good on my tits.  Mmmm squeeze them
and play with them.  Make me feel good like you just made Jess feel.
Ohhhhh yessssss fucking play with my tits Alyssa."

       "Oh yeah, you're definitely fitting in real nice here," Alyssa said
with a grin while her hands continued fondling Elisha as she began kissing
all over the blonde's neck and down to her pale shoulder.  "You're perfect
for this place Heesh.  Another nasty lesbian slut who can't get enough."

       "Yessssssssss I can't...can't get enough," Elisha agreed with a
moan.  "I can't ever get enough of you...of any of you.  Don't stop!  Don't
ever stop fucking me and licking me and mmmmmmm just touching me like that!
Ohhhhh I'm so fucking horny around you guys and I never want it to stop!"

       "It will never stop," Alyssa promised, more for her own benefit than
Elisha's.  "Nothing's going to stop us from fucking hot sluts like you,
Heesh.  Now get on your back baby.  It's your turn to have some fun."

       Elisha didn't mind Alyssa using the nickname that only those closest
to her got to use.  She was plenty to close to all the girls here now and,
besides, if it meant she was going to get her pussy eaten then Elisha
didn't care what Alyssa called her.

       With a giggle and a moan, Elisha fell back onto the shower tile,
right near where Jessica had been.  She didn't even have the chance to
spread herself open before Alyssa was on top of her, pressing their nude
bodies together as the brunette planted her lips on Elisha's.

       That got moans from both of them and Alyssa didn't hesitate to start
rubbing her body against Elisha's, thoroughly enjoying the feel of being
naked and on top of the younger girl.  Alyssa continued pressing down on
Elisha as she helpfully used her hands to part the sexy Canadian's legs and
spread open the pink treasure between them.

       "Mmmmmm Lyssa...I'm so wet for you," Elisha moaned.  "I need you
now.  I need you to fuck me!  Please!"

       "Good girl, you remembered to say please," Alyssa said with a sexy
laugh.  "Mmmm but I would have fucked you even if you'd forgotten.  Jess
might be down for the count, but my tongue is ready to play.  I haven't had
any breakfast yet and your pussy looks so yummy right about now."

       As Elisha moaned in anticipation, Alyssa began kissing her way down
her body.  She gave some sugar once more to the sexy Canadian's lips before
moving back down her neck, her shoulders, her gorgeous chest and down her
stomach.  With each kiss, Elisha's moans grew more desperate and Alyssa
delighted in the sight of the blonde practically humping air as she got
closer and closer to her pussy.

       By now the clouds were starting to part from her brain and Jessica
was able to appreciate what was going on in front of her.  She didn't say
or do anything though.  With so many beautiful women around her all the
time, Jessica had gained quite an appreciation for just watching and right
now she wanted to enjoy Alyssa's work.  She'd get involved when the time
was right.

       "Ohhhhhh Lyssaaaaaaaa...Lyssa...Lyssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...." Elisha
groaned with need, her horniness on the verge of becoming too heavy a
burden to manage.  "Don't tease me!  Please fuck me.  I'm already so wet.
My pussy needs your tongue baby.  Please don't make me wait."

       As much as Alyssa loved hearing Elisha mewing for her like that, she
didn't have a mean enough streak to force her to keep it up.  Besides she
hadn't been lying about wanting to make Elisha's pussy her breakfast.
Alyssa's stomach was growling and Elisha had just what she wanted to snack
on to start her morning right.

       Hovering above Elisha's pussy, Alyssa delighted in seeing the glaze
of girl cream that coated her slit.  Elisha's pussy was quivering for some
attention and Alyssa made sure she got lots of it, running her tongue over
her labia with a long, wet stroke to suck that cream right into her hungry
mouth.

       "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Elisha loudly hissed as the pleasure from Alyssa's
tongue shot through her.  She'd been getting wetter and wetter by the
second since she'd first dropped her robe and Elisha knew it was only going
to take a few well placed licks to get her creaming.  Alyssa was so good at
this and Elisha couldn't wait to feel the rapture she knew was close.

       "Ooooooooooooh oooooooooh oooooooooh fuck yesssssssss mmmmmm
ahhhhhhh Lyssaaaaaaaa lick meeeeee!" Elisha squealed.  "Ohhhhhh fucking
yessssssss you're sooooooooo goooooooood!  Making me cream your mouth and
fuck your hot tongue!  Ahhhhhhhh babyyyyyyyyy yesssssssss make me come!
Make me pant and scream and come so hard against your face!  Mmmmmmmmmm
yessssss!!!"

       Lying back for Alyssa and her well practiced tongue had Elisha's
body coursing with energy.  Her hands flailed about at first, splashing
into the collected water pool on the shower floor, before they found a home
on her own tits.  Elisha played with her jiggling breasts the way Alyssa
had, rubbing her nipples and making them tingle with pleasure.

       Elisha had always envied the way some of the bustier girls she'd
been with were able to lick their own nipples.  It had always seemed like
such a hot thing to do, but she'd never tried it on herself.  She'd assumed
her tits were too small.  But Elisha was feeling frisky and flexible that
morning and, as she squeezed and pushed her own breasts up, she leaned her
head down and managed to successfully slide her tongue over her own hard
nipple.

       The success of her act had the blonde squealing in horny giddiness
and she did it to herself again.  But before she could go for a third
round, she was stopped.

       "I think it'll be easier if I do that," Jessica purred as she
lowered her head down to Elisha's chest and started tonguing her nipples.
The already swollen points were more than ready for some playtime and
Jessica batted them around with her tongue, moving from tit to tit, before
she got her soft lips around them.

       "Ohhhhhhhhhh Jesssssssss mmmmmmm yessssss get your mouth on my
tits!" Elisha cried.  "Give my tits a slutty tongue bath while I'm getting
licked!  Oooooooooh yessss you're both driving me wild!"

       "Mmmmm really baby?" Jessica teased, letting Elisha's throbbing, red
nipple fall from her lips with a sexy pop.  "You gonna come already?  You
get your pussy nice and worked up from getting me off?  You ready to cream
Lyssa's hot face?"

       "Yessssssssssss I'm so ready!" Elisha immediately answered.  "I'm
gonna fucking explode on her tongue!"

       "Oooooh no...not yet," Jessica mischievously replied.  "Not until I
give you a reward for being so good to me."

       That got Alyssa's attention and she pulled her mouth up from
Elisha's pussy just long enough to get to the bottom of her housemate's
statement.

       "What kind of reward is this little slut gonna get?" Alyssa asked,
grinning all the while.

       "Get her on her hands and knees and I'll show you," Jessica replied
before giving Elisha another kiss.

       Alyssa quickly complied with the request, adjusting Elisha's
position until she was in the classic doggie style pose.  Even though she
was being moved around like a puppet, Elisha didn't mind.  She knew
whatever Jessica had planned was going to feel good and she couldn't wait
to find out what it was.

       "So sexy," Jessica said with a lick of her lips as she fondled
Elisha's bare, glistening ass.  "A little birdie told me that you love it
up the ass Elisha.  She told me you had a lot of fun at the party getting
Maria Menounos to fuck this pretty little hole."

       Elisha blushed and giggled over Jessica's words.  She knew that she
had to be talking about Cameron and Elisha was already planning on finding
a way to thank her friend for spreading the word about how much she'd loved
what Maria had done to both of them.

       "I do love it," Elisha panted in need, her voice almost a growl.  "I
love being fucked up my ass.  Mmmmm I liked it when guys did it but girls
are so much better.  Are you gonna do it to me Jess?  Are you gonna finger
my ass?"

       "Even better," Jessica replied before spitting into Elisha's
puckered hole and then diving in with her tongue, licking up her own saliva
and drooling even more wetness into her blonde lover.

       "Oooooooooooooh!" Elisha cried giddily as Jessica began rimming her.
That was followed by even louder, happier cries as Alyssa got her tongue
back to work at her pussy.

       Pleasure shook through Elisha's naked body as her pussy and ass were
licked by two skilled, horny tongues.  What had been a burning fire of lust
inside her before was now a raging cauldron.  Elisha knew there was no way
she could withstand this pleasure and she tossed her head back to scream,
sending her wet hair flying back and then right back onto her forehead.

       Elisha didn't bother to brush it out of the way once it landed.  She
didn't care if she couldn't see.  She just cared that she could feel each
wet lick Alyssa and Jessica took against her wet holes.  She felt their
nails scraping against her ass cheeks as they grabbed a hold of her,
spreading her open so they could tongue her even deeper.  They both lapped
away at her, working her over completely with their tongues and making her
pant and scream and rock back and forth on her hands and knees.

       "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!" Elisha
roared as her orgasm began to set off chain reactions of ecstasy inside
her, making her tits shake wildly while she rocked back and forth on the
shower floor.  "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODAMNNNNNNN YESSSSSSSSSSSSS
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!"

       Elisha cried her pleasure in happy shrieks but even though they had
already set her off, Alyssa and Jessica didn't stop licking.  Alyssa
plunged her tongue deeper into Elisha's pink, using her stiff tongue like a
cock and letting it get completely soaked in feminine essence while Jessica
was more tender in her licking, rimming Elisha's tight, sexy asshole with
sizzling wet licks.  Jessica let her tongue slide all over the tender hole,
teasing and tantalizing Elisha's sensitive hot spot until the blonde's
knees gave out and she fell to the floor, still creaming and crying.

       "Oooooooooooh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ooooooooooooh ooooooh..." Elisha
panted and mewed as her chest heaved from lack of breath and her orgasm
sent its final tremors through her.  Elisha's brain was mush now from the
pleasure, but she didn't mind.  Water from the shower rained down on her
face and all she could do was smile in utter satisfaction.

       "Don'tcha just love a good shower," Alyssa laughed before giving
Jessica a long kiss, returning the cum sharing favor from before.

       "Mmmmm everything's better with friends," Jessica agreed after
happily accepting Jessica's gift.

       The two kissing girls then turned their attention to the blonde,
giving Elisha some love as she cooled down from her sexual high.  Alyssa
and Jessica trapped her between them, kissing her everywhere they could
reach with quick, wet pecks as Jessica pressed her body against Elisha's
front and Alyssa took her back, sandwiching the young Canadian.

       "I am so crashing on your couch from now until eternity," Elisha
sighed dreamily, her orgasm caused smile not fading a bit while pleasure
tremors traveled through her from Jessica's tits pressing against hers and
the feel of Alyssa's still hard nipples on her back.

       "If you stick around then you're gonna get more than my tongue up
that tight little ass of yours," Jessica wickedly promised as she reached
down and gave Elisha's butt cheeks a sexy squeeze.

       "Yeah a tongue is good, but nothing beats a hot chick with a strap
on fucking your ass," Alyssa agreed.  Having both fucked many a girl up the
ass and also spread her own cheeks for a waiting fake cock too many times
to mention, Alyssa made that statement from experience.

       Elisha had never been fucked up the ass by a strap on and the
thought obviously turned her on as she squirmed a little on the shower
floor, grinding herself against her lovers.

       "Ooooh someone likes the sound of that," Jessica giggled, already
thinking about taking Elisha by the hand and walking her naked up to her
room so she could dive under her bed and pull out her strap on.

       "Maybe," Elisha coyly replied.  "I've never done that before though.
I've let guys fuck me up the ass but I've never had a girl really fuck me
there, except with fingers oooh and tongues of course."

       "Poor baby, you're missing out," Alyssa teased, her hand caressing
Elisha's wet face as water continued to pour down on them.  "Having a cock
up your ass that can never go soft is one of the best feelings in the
world.  You're depriving yourself."

       "Well maybe you can help change that," Elisha suggested her
horniness not fading even after her orgasm as she began grinding her ass
against Alyssa, loving the feel of her soft pussy against her cheeks.

       "Or maybe we should just send you up to Rose's room," Jessica evilly
suggested.  "She'd give you an assfucking you'll be feeling every time you
move for the next week."

       Elisha's eyes grew a little wider at the sound of that promise and
she quickly glanced at her two girlfriends.  She saw the faraway look in
both Alyssa and Jessica's eyes as they thought back to past experiences
with Rose and she knew they were telling her the truth about how hard she'd
feel it.

       "Have you had Mr. Snappy inside you yet?" Alyssa asked after
breaking free of the memory she'd conjured up of the first time Rose shoved
that glorious toy of hers up her ass.

       "No," Elisha shyly admitted.  "I've seen her use it and everything
and I've heard stories but I've...you know...never..."

       "Never gotten those tight holes of yours stretched out by it?"
Jessica asked, attempting to finish Elisha's thought.

       "Right," Elisha said, a nervous blush overtaking her.  She'd heard
plenty of things about Rose and her toy and she'd actually been a little
intimidated by the prospect of submitting herself to the Rose treatment.
But that fear hadn't stopped her from also getting turned on at the thought
of giving it all up to the mansion's raven haired sex goddess.

       "Well then you're not really one of us then," Alyssa laughed.

       "What do you mean?" Elisha inquired.

       "She means you haven't had your initiation yet," Jessica replied,
immediately catching on to where Alyssa was going with this.

       "Initiation?" Elisha repeated, playing along with growing interest.

       "Mmmmhmmm you haven't really become one of us till Rose fucks you
with Mr. Snappy," Alyssa declared.  "All the girls here had to be initiated
before they were allowed to play.  Jewel...Jen...Christina...me..."

       "And me," Jessica added, her pussy tingling at the memory of the
time Rose had come to her room naked except for her toy and had ordered her
down on her knees to start sucking.

       "But you haven't been initiated yet Elisha," Alyssa pointed out.
"Under the mansion rules we really should throw you out of here without
your clothes and make you walk naked to the bus stop to get a ride out of
Malibu."

       "No please...not that," Elisha begged, playing helpless.  "I'll do
anything.  Initiate me!  Please!  I want to follow the rules.  What do I
have to do?"

       "Welllllllll I don't know, do you think we should make an exception
for her Jess?" Alyssa playfully asked.  "Do you think we should overlook
the fact that this slut hasn't been initiated?"

       "She does eat pussy really well," Jessica giggled.  "It would be a
shame to throw her out and never let her back in.  Hey, do you think we
could get her initiated this morning?  I mean if we get her good and fucked
then she won't be breaking the rules anymore."

       "Yessssssss...initiate me...please..." Elisha groaned, grinding her
body back and forth between Jessica and Alyssa, loving the direction this
was going in.

       "I think that's up to Rose," Alyssa said.  "We'll just have to go
see her and find out.  Maybe if you're really nice to her Elisha, she'll
have mercy on you and pound that pretty pussy of yours instead of tossing
you out."

       "Oooooooooh and my ass too?" Elisha hornily asked.

       "You'll just have to come with us and find out," Jessica grinned as
she got up and shut off the water.  "I've got to warn you though, Rose can
be very rough.  I think Lyssa and I should come with you and make sure your
delicate bod can take it."

       "If you insist," Elisha smiled, her heart beating a little bit
faster now as she and Alyssa both got up.  She was getting a bit nervous
about this "initiation" thing, but it was an excited kind of nervous
because she knew that no matter how rough things got around here, there
were always orgasms waiting at the end.

* * * * *

       Up in the mansion's bedrooms, many of the girls were still just
stirring awake and the ones that were up were in no hurry to leave their
beds.  Jennifer Aniston fell into the latter category.  She'd been up for
awhile but she hadn't moved out of bed for two reasons.  The first was that
she was way too comfortable between the sheets to start the day and second
she didn't want to disturb her bed partner.

       There were far worse ways to start off a morning than staring into
Love's sleeping face and Jennifer couldn't help but smile as she kept her
eyes locked on her gorgeous housemate.  This had been a common vision for
her to wake up to for the last few months and Jennifer once again gave a
silent thank you for whatever force had blessed her with her friends.

       These past months had been so difficult for Jennifer and there had
been moments when she had felt almost overwhelmed with despair and regret.
But those moments had never defeated her because of girls like Jewel and
Rose and Gwen and Love.  She still felt the deep ache that could only come
from a broken heart, but there was one thing she was sure of.  She wasn't
alone and never would be as long as she had her housemates.

       Everyone at the mansion had felt loss lately and while Jennifer
wasn't the type to get caught up in her own ego and think everything was
about her, she believed that no one had lost as much as she had.  No one
else had lost a husband and seen the dreams she had created for a family
disappear into dust.

       She and Brad had worked so hard to try and get things right again
and to have everything explode was so disheartening.

       Jennifer recognized she had started these troubles by hiding her
secret life at the mansion from Brad.  And after she'd been caught there
had been so many times that she'd felt she'd lost her husband for good.
But then there had been reconciliation and a renewed hope for Jennifer that
the life and family she'd envisioned was still possible.  She felt it was
possible for her to have it all...a loving husband and beautiful female
lovers.

       But those hopes had just led to more heartbreak and what had plagued
Jennifer the most about what had happened was that she couldn't shake the
feeling she had been responsible.  It had been her idea to start bringing
her two lives together by bringing women into her bed with Brad.

       Since everything had fallen apart for good Jennifer had asked
herself again and again why she hadn't gone the simple route.  There were
so many girls in the mansion who would have been eager, even desperate, to
have a threesome with her and Brad.  Jennifer had fantasized about that so
many times, but when it came down to making an invitation it hadn't been to
any of her housemates and Jennifer had been wondering since then what had
possessed her.

       Brad had been just about to start filming Mr. and Mrs. Smith and,
after the fun she had had with her in New York and at Sarah's party in
Jamaica, Jennifer had decided to ask Angelina Jolie to join them.  She had
thought bringing in Angelina to their bed was one of the most erotic
possibilities and that it would have been naughty and fun for Brad to get
it on with one of his co-stars while she watched.  But all it had led to
was one night of pleasure and months of pain.

       Jennifer had never dreamed that her fantasy threesome could end like
it had.  She had expected Angelina to come in and pleasure them both until
they couldn't move and give them unimagined ecstasy, not steal her husband.
Now Brad and Angelina were together and had just had their first child.
Every magazine she saw just seemed to remind Jennifer of her pain.

       It was like she couldn't escape it.  Everything was "Brangelina" or
"How is Jennifer coping?"  None of the tabloids had even come close to
getting the story right, but that hadn't stopped them from running every
wild story they could come up with and each one had hurt Jennifer more.  It
just reminded her of what had really happened and made her wish even harder
that she had never introduced Brad and Angelina.

       If it hadn't been for her friends, Jennifer knew she would have been
lost in her heartbreak.  As it was, it felt like there had been a cloud
over her head since Brad had left, but that hadn't stopped her friends from
trying to cheer her up and she loved them for trying.  They had tried
everything to make her smile and make her feel good, but all the things
they'd tried had only worked temporarily.  Though she had to admit the sex
they offered her was a hell of a fun distraction.

 	Jennifer wasn't so far gone that she didn't see light at the end of
the tunnel.  She knew her funk wouldn't last forever.  Her wound was deep,
but hearts did heal and Jennifer didn't feel so sorry for herself that she
could imagine never being right again.  She knew all she needed was a
catalyst to force things along.

       She didn't know what form that catalyst would take, but Jennifer was
confident that it would come along, even if it was later rather than
sooner.

       As she reached forward and gently played with Love's hair, Jennifer
thought back to that night in Jamaica.  By pure dumb luck she had been the
first one to find out Sarah's intentions when she had run into her in the
hall just as she was going for the elevator.

       Jennifer knew she could have prevented all this by stopping Sarah or
running for everyone else to go after her and bring her back.  But instead
she had done nothing.

       She had let Sarah just walk away with only the most basic of pleas
not to.  Jennifer had replayed that decision in her mind hundreds of times
since that night and each time she came to the same conclusion.  She had
done the right thing.

       It hadn't been her place to force Sarah into staying. This had been
her decision to make and Sarah had made it.  Jennifer hated what she had
done, but she understood at least why Sarah had done it.  Sarah was making
the decision she felt was best for her marriage and Jennifer had seen just
by one look at her face how much it was hurting her to leave.

       Jennifer hadn't wanted to add to Sarah's pain.  So she had done
nothing that night and had never told her housemates what had happened.
She knew what they never could, at least not yet.  Everything that had
happened with Brad had given Jennifer the maturity to make the decision to
let Sarah choose her own path and as much as she wished Sarah had made a
different choice, Jennifer had never felt guilty for not stopping her.

       Love eventually began to stir and groan softly, indicating she was
waking up.  She shifted slightly on the bed, trying to fight it off, but
she soon lost the battle and her eyes blinked open.  When the morning
blurriness subsided, Love saw Jennifer staring at her and she smiled.

       "Morning," Love said, her voice groggy but clear.

       "Hey sleepyhead," Jennifer replied tenderly, still playing with her
bedmate's hair.  "I see you had a late night."

       "Did I wake you up last night?" Love asked.

       "Just a little when you got back into bed," Jennifer answered.  "I
went right back to sleep though.  Don't worry about it sweetie.  What were
you up to?"

       "Mmmmm Laser Tag," Love said with a little giggle.

       "Is that some kind of euphemism?" Jennifer wondered, searching her
mind for any sex act she could associate with that expression.

       "Nope," Love replied with a smile.  "It was really Laser Tag.  I was
playing with the boys next door.  I hadn't played that game since I was a
kid with my brother and the neighbors and it was soooooooo much fun.  I
even got a few of them before they zapped me.  I'm sorry I woke you though.
I tried to be really sneaky and quiet about getting back into bed.  Did you
sleep ok?"

       "Oh I tossed and turned a little bit too much, but other than that
it was fine," Jennifer stated.  "I'm surprised I didn't wake you in the
night when I was rolling around and tugging on the sheets."

       "I was up anyway, so I wouldn't have minded if you had," Love
replied, playfully pulling herself on top of Jennifer and making sure she
could feel how her nipples were starting to swell.

       "So I can see," Jennifer said with a smile, her own nipples
beginning to have a similar reaction in response to her sexy bedmate's
actions.

       Love leaned her face down and kissing Jennifer right on the lips.
Her kiss quickly won the older woman over and Jennifer kissed her right
back.

       "I'm still a little sleepy," Love declared with a giggle. "Mmmmm
wanna wake me up some more Jen?  I owe you some fun after last night, you
know."

       "You don't even have to ask," Jennifer answered as her hands moved
down to squeeze Love's bare ass.  This was a wake up jolt that was better
than any cup of coffee.

* * * * *

       While others were just getting up, Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan had
stayed within the pattern they had established over the past few hours
since the morning sun had first stirred them both.

       They would fuck then doze off then wake up again and fuck again and
then doze back to sleep and then wake up and start it all over again.  If
it had been possible to subsist just on sleep and sex then neither girl
would ever have left the guest room they had turned into their love nest.

       But unfortunately life had demands that neither girl, especially
with so many eyes on them, could escape.  So, as she tried not to wake the
softly sleeping Lindsay, Hilary started getting up.  She wiggled herself
away as gently as she could from her fellow teenager's embrace, wishing she
never had to leave and she could stay here forever.

       The trip down to Jamaica had truly been paradise for Hilary.  Not
only had she been a guest at an orgy with the most beautiful girls in the
world, giving her a dream chance to fill her belly with girl cum from all
those hot, pink pussies and quench the thirst for other girls she had been
addicted to since her first visit to the mansion, but she had found herself
a kindred spirit in the process.

       Since they had gotten back home, Lindsay had been Hilary's partner
in lesbian crime and things had been better between them than Hilary had
ever dared imagine they could be when she had first placed that call to the
redhead inviting her to the party.

       As far as the world was concerned, the two teenagers still had a
cold rivalry.  But the truth was that the ice had been melted a long time
ago by hot lust.

       No one, save for their circle of friends in Malibu, had any idea
that each and every second of free time the two girls had was spent with
each other, kissing and touching and licking and doing all the fun things
horny girls desperate for pussy did.  It was hard to find chances
sometimes, but they never let a single one go by wasted.

       None of the gossip reporters ever dared picture the truth that
Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan were no longer at each other's throats.
Their hands were too busy ripping off each other's clothes whenever they
could.  Every chance they had, the two girls hooked up and there was no
better place for them to sneak away too for their secret rendezvous than
Malibu.

       They stayed over as often as they could, enjoying not only each
other's bodies, but the flavors of all the sexy girls there.  Each teenager
had a lust for girl sex that nothing could satiate and they had fit right
into the flow of the mansion lifestyle, so much that they each had an open
invitation to stay whenever they could.

       Hilary wished she could make good on that invitation and never
leave.  Everything she had worked for all her life seemed meaningless now.
She didn't want to live under her mother's rules anymore and the demands of
trying to be an actress and a pop superstar were now nothing more than
distractions from what she really wanted...to do nothing but fuck beautiful
girls and lick them dry again and again until she passed out with a happy,
cummy smile on her face.

       Hilary longed to run away from her mother's constant orders that she
do this and sing that and act in this and do a commercial for that and live
here at the mansion and bring Lindsay with her so they never had to leave
this beach paradise.  But she knew she couldn't do that.

       Deep down Hilary couldn't see herself standing up to her mother and
that if she did, her mother would do anything she could to keep her away
from her sexy friends.  It was a fight Hilary was too afraid to take on.

       Knowing that her mother would soon be looking for her, Hilary
decided she had to leave before things got too late in the morning.  She
had told her mother that she had been staying at a friend's house and that
simple story would hold as long as Hilary didn't give her mother any reason
to be suspicious.  That meant getting home when her mother wanted her to be
and since she had to fight freeway traffic, Hilary knew she couldn't delay
her departure even if all she wanted was to stay.

       She and Lindsay had tossed their clothes all over the room last
night almost as soon as they had gotten there and had happily hopped from
room to room naked as babes before ultimately crashing where they'd
started.  Hilary quickly located her panties on the floor near the side of
the bed and she didn't have to reach far to grab them.

       Hilary sat up on the bed and, as she pulled her panties up over her
otherwise naked body, she ended up waking her bedmate.  Lindsay's eyes
flickered open and she smacked her lips, smiling when she still tasted girl
all over them.  She rolled over expecting to find Hilary next to her and
when all she got was empty bed, the redhead sat up and made a dive for her
panty clad lover before she was able to get her feet on the ground.

       "Noooooooooo..." Lindsay protested playfully as she dragged Hilary
back into bed with her.  "You can't leave me!  I won't let you!"

       Hilary reacted with a giggle and a kiss to Lindsay's waiting lips as
soon as she turned around.

       "I have to," Hilary insisted before helping herself to another kiss.

       "No you don't," Lindsay countered most effectively before sucking
Hilary's tongue into her mouth and rubbing their bare tits together.
"Mmmmm you have to stay here and play with me.  There's so much more I want
to do to you."

       Lindsay then added to her statement by reaching down to grab Hilary
through her panties.  She squeezed the teen's cheeks, getting happy squeals
from her mouth while they kissed.  The two girls rolled around the bed,
never stopping their kiss, and ground their bodies together, the desire
they had for each other's bodies not even close to being quenched despite a
morning of orgasms.

       Now that Lindsay's eyes were opened to the pleasure of sex with
girls not a chance had gone by without her grabbing it.  Paris Hilton had
been shocked when Lindsay had made a move on her, but that hadn't stopped
the two of them from spending hours getting very wet and naughty in a hot
tub.  A script conference with Samaire Armstrong on their movie set had
ended up in what felt like a day long 69.  Virginia Madsen had been eager
to offer to advice to Lindsay on the set of Prairie Home Companion and the
teenager had given her back so much more with her tongue and fingers.  And
it seemed like every night out at a club offered endless opportunities for
chances to sneak away to dark corners for play time with horny, willing
girls.

       But the girl Lindsay had the most fun with was right here in bed
with her.  She couldn't get enough of Hilary.  She loved how the blonde
teenager seemed so wholesome to the world and was so very not in private.

       Lindsay had often thought to herself over these past months how
Hilary was the one getting all the good press and she was the one
constantly being made into the slut of the year and while in reality, the
truth was Hilary had been the one to corrupt her.  It was one of life's
ironies but all Lindsay really cared about was how good it felt to fuck her
former rival and all the beautiful girls she was friends with.

       The first time Hilary had brought her to the mansion, Lindsay felt
like she had died and gone to heaven.  It was just like the party in
Jamaica every night, albeit on a much smaller scale.  There had been
beautiful girls willing and ready to not only satisfy all of Lindsay's
desires but give her new ones as well to leave her pussy dripping all day
and all night for female flesh.

       Lindsay had never had a bondage fantasy in her life before Rose had
taken her down to the dungeon, chained her up by her wrists and subjected
her to the sting of a whip for the first time and now there were times when
all she wanted was to surrender control and play slave to Rose's mistress,
begging the raven haired sex goddess to beat her and fuck her without
mercy.

       Lindsay had never dreamed about having her pussy and ass stuffed
full of hard plastic at the same time before Jewel and Christina had double
penetrated her tight holes with their strap ons and now there were times
when she didn't feel satisfied until she was double fucked.  Just last
night, Love and Jessica had filled her just like that with their strap ons
and Lindsay was already wet with desire to feel it again.

       And that didn't even cover how much she had learned to love new and
kinky uses for candle wax, bananas, ball gags and, of course, school girl
outfits one size too small.  She loved playing dress up games with her
friends here, getting into her sluttiest outfits to play like she was a
hooker for them to pick up off the streets to buy the services of her
tongue or a cheerleader who forgot her panties under her skirt and had to
be punished.

       One time she had even dressed up like a cop and had put on a show
for everyone by "arresting" Hilary and making sure she was thoroughly strip
searched and interrogated until the blonde "confessed" to being a dirty,
pussy loving whore.

       But the deliriously amazing sex wasn't the only reason Lindsay loved
this place.  It was also where she felt the most safe and happy in the
world.

       Her life was so crazy.  She couldn't escape the pressure or the
stress at work, at home or even when she was out at play.  But here was her
escape and the girls had been there for her when she had needed help the
most.

       Over the past months everyone had seemed obsessed with Lindsay's
weight and her partying habits and whether or not she'd done drugs.  If
only they'd known the truth was that she didn't want to eat.  She didn't
want to sleep.  She just wanted to fuck and, looking back, she admitted
that she might have let things get out of hand for a bit.

       Hilary had gotten really worried for her, told the others how she
felt and finally it had been Jennifer Aniston and Alyssa Milano who had sat
her down one night at the mansion and told her that she needed to take care
of herself so she didn't just burn out before their eyes.  She had brushed
their concerns aside at first, but by keeping at her and showing they
really had her best interests in mind above all, Lindsay had given in and
let them help her.  Now she could see how right they had been.  She had
been wasting away before their eyes.

       Lindsay had only been too happy to place herself in their capable
hands.  They insisted she sleep more, spend more time with them and less
with Nicole Richie and start gaining her weight back on a diet that
naturally included liberal portions of pussy cream.  Lindsay had no problem
with that prescription and Jennifer and Alyssa had helped her when even her
own mom couldn't reach her.  Now Lindsay was looking healthier and feeling
better than she had in a long time.

       She loved it in Malibu and the only thing she wanted more than to
stay at the mansion forever was for Hilary to stay with her.

       "You don't have to go," Lindsay continued to insist as she rubbed
her body against Hilary's and began working her lover's panties down her
body.  "You have to stay with me and lose these clothes. Mmmmm you gotta be
naked like me."

       Right then Hilary desperately wanted to be naked with Lindsay.  She
wanted to feel their bodies rub together and the wetness from their pussies
mix as they kissed and touched and made so much sex noise that all the
other girls from the mansion would want to join them.  But, as the clock
next to the bed made clear, she just couldn't.

       "I can't," Hilary said glumly.  "I have to go.  My mom..."

       Hilary didn't even have to finish her sentence because Lindsay knew
what was coming next.  Lindsay might have forgiven her fellow teen for
their rivalry, but that didn't make her think any higher of Susan Duff, who
had been poison to her in the press for years now.

       "Ok baby...but call me today...promise?"  Lindsay replied,
reluctantly letting Hilary go from her embrace.  "Text me.  Email me.  Just
find a way to talk to me.  I hate not being with you Hil."

       "I promise I will," Hilary swore before the younger girl stole one
last kiss from Lindsay before scooting off the bed, pulling her panties
back up and beginning the search for the rest of her clothes.  "I hate
leaving too.  I'm miserable when I'm not here with you."

       "I just wish we could do this every day," Lindsay sighed as she
rolled back into bed.  "I hate when I can't see you Hil.  I just wanna be
with you and fuck you and just go completely wild.  When I'm with you, it's
the only time I really feel free."

       Through all the drama in her life, Hilary and their Malibu escapades
had been her calm port in the storm.  Her father had made life so hard for
her and her mom and even though Lindsay loved her mom more than anything
she found herself both pulling away and unfairly lashing out at her.

       She felt guilty about that, especially with the divorce and her dad
in jail still making life miserable for them, but Lindsay hadn't been able
to find the calm she needed with her mother.

       Her mom had been borderline hysterical about everything lately and
was keeping such a close eye on her, always wanting to know where she was
going and if she was drinking or partying too much. Lindsay definitely
understood why her mom was worried, but what she she needed was calm and
relief and not an overprotective parent.  Hilary and all their sexy friends
gave her what she needed and what her mother couldn't give her.

       With a little giggle to herself and a blushing smile crossing her
face, Lindsay thought that she was actually getting what her mother needed
most and that maybe she should share.  Her mom seriously needed to calm
down and relax and some hot, lesbian sex would have definitely made her mom
smile again.  It had certainly worked for her and Lindsay wondered if she
should just send a hot girl to the house to get her mom laid so things
could be calmer there.

       But that would never work, unfortunately.  Her mother was pretty
liberal about things, but she still freaked out about lesbianism for some
reason.  She always had for as long as Lindsay could remember.

       "Mothers..." Lindsay groaned in frustration while lying flat on her
back.  "They always ruin all the fun."

       "Tell me about it," Hilary said, yanking on her jeans and giving
Lindsay a great view of her softly jiggling tits as she rooted around the
mess of clothes on the floor for her bra and shirt.  "I can't wait to get
away from mine and get here again.  But I'm starting to run out of excuses
to sneak away."

       "Me too," Lindsay sighed.  "I'm running out of sick friends to visit
or out of town meetings I'm pretending to go too.  I feel bad about lying
to my mom all the time about where I am, but she just wouldn't understand."

       "My mom would lock me up for a million years if she knew," Hilary
claimed, thinking that a million years might even have been a conservative
estimate.  If her mom found out what she had been up to, Hilary thought she
probably would have dragged her off to one of those places where they were
supposed to cure you from being a lesbian or something.

       "Well then I'd just have to come rescue you, wouldn't I?" Lindsay
grinned, getting on her hands and knees to crawl to the edge of the bed so
she could pull Hilary in for another kiss.  "Just promise to call me today,
ok?  I wanna see you tonight."

       "I'll definitely call," Hilary promised before snapping her bra on
and poking her head through her t-shirt and hoping that somehow the god of
excuses would send her a good one to tell her mom so she could get out and
see Lindsay again today.  "Mmmm I'll be texting you before I'm even in the
car.  But I gotta go.  Shit, I'm gonna be late.  I gotta go now."

       "Fine, leave me," Lindsay playfully grumbled before giving Hilary a
slap on the ass through her jeans.  "But I'm totally gonna make you pay for
it later."

       "Mmmmm I hope that's a promise," Hilary giggled before blowing
Lindsay a kiss and running off.

* * * * *

       Just as Hilary was zipping out the door out the door hoping to get
back home before her absence became too conspicuous, Rose McGowan was
beginning to consider actually getting out of bed, before deciding firmly
against it.  There was absolutely no earthly reason to not sleep in till at
least noon today.

       So, with a defiant groan, Rose pulled the covers up over her head
and turned her body away from the morning sun that was beginning to seep
through the blinds.  But despite her unwillingness to get up and at them,
Rose was feeling good that morning.

       In fact she was feeling better than she had in a long time.  She had
a feeling today was going to be an amazing day and that was always welcome
after the emotional roller coaster they had all been on lately.

       Sarah leaving out of the blue had been a blow to all of them, but
Rose had felt especially blindsided.  She had never dreamed Sarah would
leave them, especially after all the things, both good and bad, they had
been through.

       Rose had always assumed that Sarah would come to her senses and dump
Freddie, hopefully at the most humiliating and emasculating opportunity
possible.  That was one of the reasons Rose had helped organize the party.
She wanted Sarah to realize no man could treat her as good as women could.

       Having Sarah not only go through with the wedding, but leave them
all behind cold had shocked Rose and her anger had been obvious.  Though
Christina would later make her reaction seem mild by comparison, Rose had
been furious at Sarah.  She had wanted to rip her note into a million
pieces, get the first flight back to California and drag her back by her
hair and lock her in the dungeon until she had been properly punished for
her betrayal.

       But Rose had restrained herself.  The sight of a sobbing Love,
completely devastated by Sarah leaving, had convinced her that flying off
the handle would not have been particularly constructive.  So she had held
back and let her rage subside, only to be replaced by confusion and wonder
about how and why Sarah could possibly have made the choice she did.

       Showing hurt in front of her housemates wasn't something Rose did.
Ever.  She enjoyed her reputation in the house.  She didn't want them to
think she was unfeeling, but she loved how they saw her as a sexual animal,
always in control and never in doubt.

       Of course Rose knew if her housemates knew the whole truth about her
then they wouldn't want to look at her at all.  It was her greatest fear.
She had spent her whole life running from what had happened to her in
Portland and to lose the best thing that had ever happened to her because
of it would have been a blow Rose knew she never would be able to recover
from.

       She couldn't risk them finding out and that had led to her falling
prey to Jaime...the one person she had ever entrusted with the secret and
the one who had used it on her like a weapon to control her and force her
into submission to virtual sexual slavery.

       But Rose didn't want to think about that now.  Jaime was in jail and
she was safe from her.  Rose didn't want to be afraid.  She wanted to feel
good.  Shoving thoughts of Portland and Jaime out of her mind, Rose tried
to get herself back into the relaxed state she had been in before and
forget about any potential worries.

       The specter of the still pending criminal charges still lingered in
her mind from time to time, but Rose had managed to ignore it.  At first
there had been some bad publicity for it, but as more and more details
emerged about what had provoked Rose that night there had been more
understanding and Rose felt like her career had actually benefited from it.
She had even gotten a part in the new Brian DePalma movie and Rose surmised
the little air of danger around her probably helped.

       Rose had long ago decided not to think about the possibility of
going to jail.  She'd let her lawyer worry about that.  She wasn't going to
go to jail for protecting someone she loved.  She had done nothing wrong
and wouldn't waste a second worrying about it.

       As far as she was concerned she would ignore it until it went away.
Besides, the criminal justice system moved at a much slower pace than an
average Law & Order episode.  So it wasn't like she had to do anything.
Her lawyer had been calling a lot lately, but she hadn't returned any of
his calls.  She'd do it later.  She had more fun things to focus on.

       It was much more pleasant to just lie in bed and remember how she'd
been able to bury her face into Jewel's pussy last night while Christina
had sucked Mr. Snappy into her eager mouth and gotten it wet and ready for
her to ride it and how Christina's cum had just lubed her toy up to slide
right into Gwen and Love and between Jewel's incredible tits and even
Lindsay Lohan's tight little teenage ass.  Sarah had no idea what she was
missing.

       A satisfied smile crossed Rose's lips over the erotic memories and
just as she began summoning the picture of Jennifer licking both Hilary and
Lindsay last night back and forth to make sure they were wet enough for her
to fuck them with her favorite toy, there was a knock on her door.

       At first Rose intended to ignore it so she could fall back asleep
dreaming nasty sex dreams, but the knocking persisted and finally Rose gave
up the fight.

       "I'm coming...I'm coming...chill the fuck out," Rose grumbled as she
flung away the bed sheets and proudly strode to the door completely naked.

       The thought of throwing on some clothes never even occurred to Rose.
Why hide a body that everyone at the mansion had already seen and already
enjoyed multiple times?  Besides Rose always enjoyed seeing the flustered
look on someone's face when they were able to get a surprise gawk at her
bare body.

       What did occur to Rose was to give whoever was at the end of the
door a little reminder about how it wasn't nice to wake sleeping lionesses.
But those thoughts disappeared the second she flung open the door and was
greeted by a surprise of her own...the equally naked, wet and giggling
bodies of Elisha, Jessica and Alyssa.

       "Ummmm hey..." Elisha said, a nervous, but exciting blush overtaking
her once again while a smile stretched across her face.

       "Go on...tell her what you want..." Alyssa said, giving Elisha a
little push from behind.

       "Mmmm we're here for my initiation," Elisha grinned, finding her
words as she stepped into Rose's room and embraced the brunette, pressing
their naked bodies together as their lips met in a sizzling kiss that Rose
immediately responded to.

       If there was one thing Rose especially loved about the mansion it
was initiating newbies.  She hadn't quite gotten around to Elisha yet, but
there was no time like the present to get Mr. Snappy some love. Thoughts of
sleep were history now and had been replaced by ones of a spirited morning
fuck.

       It looked like her optimism was well placed.  It was definitely
going to be a good day.

* * * * *

       With a sigh, Sarah Michelle Gellar turned over under the sheets.
She'd been tossing and turning for what felt like hours and none of it had
done any good.  She'd been up all that time and there was no longer any
possibility of her going back to sleep.  She didn't even particularly want
to go back to sleep.  Sarah just didn't want to get up.

       There had been many mornings that had started out like this and
lately they had become more frequent.  Most days her life was full of
certainty about what she didn't want, not what she did.  She had never felt
so restless in her life.  She was anxious and jumpy and had found herself
longing more and more for the hours to pass so she could get back to sleep
and waste away hours in unconsciousness where all of this weight wasn't
pressing down on her.

       But even sleep wouldn't bring relief to Sarah.  Her nightmares had
started again.  In the immediate aftermath of her attack, Sarah had been
plagued by nightmares.  She had relived her stabbing over and over again
through those nightmares but they had faded with time.  Now they had
returned and, unlike before, Sarah woke up feeling alone and terrified.

       Before she'd always felt the fear subside when she realized she was
safe, but now all she woke up to was the pounding of her own heart inside
her chest and the sound of Freddie snoring away, completely unaware his
wife was drenched in her own cold sweat.  It took longer for the fear to
pass now.  She no longer felt safe.  She no longer felt protected and it
wasn't hard for Sarah to realize why.

       The mansion had been more than just a place for her every sexual
fantasy to come true.  It might have been that at first, but it had become
so much more.

       It had been her security blanket and every time she had felt scared
or insecure Sarah had wrapped herself in the support and love of her
friends to make herself feel better.  But that was gone now and Sarah felt
the loss hardest during her most vulnerable moments.

       Since she had left in the middle of the night in Jamaica, a day
hadn't gone by without Sarah wondering how her friends were doing and what
they were doing and whether or not they missed her now that she was gone.
Hours would go by where she would just sit and think about the girls she
had left behind and sometimes the regret would be so powerful that Sarah
couldn't stop herself from crying, the tears still as hot as they had been
that night when she had left her note and run off without saying goodbye.

       Each time she felt that guilt, Sarah told herself that she'd done
the right thing for her marriage and herself.  She had seen the toll living
two lives had taken on Jennifer and she couldn't do that to herself or to
Freddie.  She had to commit herself to her marriage even if it cost her her
best friends.

       They had shared such wonderful times and Sarah treasured her
memories, but she wanted her marriage to work.  She wanted a family.
Freddie was her husband now and Sarah knew she could no longer keep her
beautiful girlfriends in her life.

       She told herself she couldn't look back, but she hated how she had
left them.  It had been so cowardly and Sarah knew it.  She had been unable
to face her housemates with her decision then and she couldn't even do it
now.  She hadn't spoken to any of them since that night.  Not Jennifer.
Not Jewel.  Not Rose.  And especially not Love.

       Sarah could still vividly remember Love begging her not to marry
Freddie and stay with them.  She had barely been able to look Love in the
eye during her pleas and Sarah knew she couldn't stand having to see that
sweet, beautiful heart breaking as she told her why she couldn't be with
them anymore.  Sarah had never wanted to cause any of them pain, but she
knew she had and it still filled her with guilt even after the passage of
so much time.

       She longed to call them or see them.  Not for sex.  Sarah just
wanted to know they were ok and that they didn't hate her.  But that was
exactly why she couldn't see them.  She knew they had to hate her for what
she had done and Sarah was afraid to see their pain and feel their anger.

       The only girls with any connection to the mansion that Sarah had
seen since then were Alyson and Reese.  She could never cut off her best
friend and Sarah and Reese had been friends long before she had gone to
Malibu and she hadn't wanted that to end.  But Sarah had made them promise
never to mention the mansion or say if they had seen or heard from any of
the girls.  Sarah was too afraid of finding out how much pain she'd caused
her friends to want to know what was happening there, even as she found
herself wondering about it daily.

       Sarah didn't know if Alyson and Reese ever visited it anymore, but
she secretly hoped they did.  She didn't want her friends to not feel the
pleasure of another woman's touch too because deep down, it wasn't just the
friendships Sarah missed.

       She missed the pleasure.  She missed the exquisite orgasmic ecstasy
that only another woman could make her feel.  The way her girlfriends knew
so many ways to make a woman come and were always eager to try them all out
on her.  Sarah missed the taste...the touch...the feel of women.  She
missed it all.

       Now that she was married, Sarah felt what Reese had been suffering
from before she brought her into her secret world in Malibu.  For the first
time in years, Sarah was feeling sexually unsatisfied.  She had once
thought that those complaints were exclusive to Reese's marriage to Ryan
but now Sarah found herself in the same position as her friend.

       There was no way Freddie could compare to the touch of her female
lovers and Sarah found herself growing more desperate to let loose and
indulge herself in the forbidden pleasure the way Reese had with her those
blissful few years ago.  Sarah told herself she was afraid to face her
housemates, but she also knew another reason she wasn't so eager to own up
to was her fear if she did see them, she wouldn't be able to control
herself around them.

       Sarah told herself she couldn't go back now.  If she did she knew
she would never leave.  She'd end up breaking her marriage vows in a frenzy
of pussy-starved longing and she'd promised to never do that.  Sarah felt
like a drug addict or something...desperate for one more fix but knowing no
good could ever come from it.

       Sure she would have felt more than enough pleasure to make her pent
up horniness disappear, but how could she return to her marriage bed after
that? How could she look Freddie in the eye?  How could she continue living
her dream of having a family if she tossed her vows away for a quick
orgasm...or two...or three...or more...

       Before Sarah could get any further in her thoughts the door to her
bedroom opened up and she jolted up with a start.

       "Ohhhhhhhh Mrs. Prinze...I did not know you were still in here,"
Rosa, Sarah and Freddie's maid said apologetically.  "I can come back
later."

       "No Rosa, it's ok," Sarah said, happy to finally have something to
motivate her out of bed.  "I shouldn't have been sleeping so late.  I'll
get up so you can make the bed."

       Pulling herself out from between the sheets, Sarah felt the
stickiness and lethargy that could only come from sleeping too late.  She
really needed a shower and she went straight for the bathroom, giving one
look behind at Rosa as she began making the bed.

       Mrs. Sarah Prinze.  Sarah still hadn't gotten used to hearing it.
She still used Sarah Michelle Gellar to work, but legally she was Sarah
Prinze and she couldn't help but get thrown for a loop when Rosa called her
that every time they spoke.  She figured she'd be used to it after all
these months, but she wasn't.

       Of course Sarah also couldn't help but look at Rosa and remember her
former maid.  The very nice middle-aged Peruvian mother of four was a great
maid and the household was in perfect working order, but to Sarah no one
could ever replace Michelle.

       Rosa did a much better job with the cleaning than the blonde French
girl ever had, but keeping the mansion spotless had never been Michelle's
main job.  As long as the dust bunnies didn't invade, the laundry was done
and her tongue was available, Michelle had been the best maid ever.

       As she turned on the water in the shower and pulled her the long
t-shirt she had slept in over her head, Sarah couldn't help but remember
all the times her beautiful blonde maid had awoken her with her talented
tongue, licking her right out of dreamland into a delightful morning
orgasm.  And that wasn't her only talent, Sarah fondly recalled when she
pushed her hand between her legs and teased her small bush of dark hair.

       The blonde actress sighed as she thought back to all the times
Michelle had shaved her pussy to a baby smooth state and proceeded to lick
every inch to make sure she hadn't missed a hair.  Since leaving the
mansion Sarah had stopped shaving herself bare.  She didn't have a
particular reason why she did.  She just kind of felt that had been
something special for her girlfriends and there was no longer any reason to
do it.

       It wasn't like she had a jungle down there or anything.  As always
Sarah kept the reminder of her natural dark hair color between her legs
nice and neat.  She did miss the touch of Michelle's razor though and, as
she stepped under the hot water and let it wash the sleep away, Sarah grew
eager to feel it again.

       There had been many occasions when Michelle had joined her in the
shower to make sure she had been properly groomed.  Sarah wished it was one
of those times now.  The memories were so clear that Sarah could
practically see the blonde maid naked kneeling before her and feel the
glide of the razor against her flesh.  Michelle had always left her pussy
tingling after shaving her and Sarah felt her sex stir as she remembered
how horny it had made her feel.

       Sighing happily and closing her eyes, Sarah reached down between her
legs and began to gently rub her slit with her thumb as the rest of her
hand cupped her mound.  She was getting hot and wet and though she
refrained from the real thing, Sarah didn't always stop herself from
indulging when the memories of lovers past filled her head.

       A smile crossed Sarah's lips as she began picturing Michelle shaving
her pussy and leaving it smooth and glistening and ready to be licked.  Her
housemates had always been so eager to offer their tongues up to her and
Sarah wished they were here now.

       She wanted to feel Love licking her.  She wanted the sweet
brunette's happy tongue lapping at her pussy, getting her even wetter and
making her ache with need to have her clit tended to.  Mmmm but Love
wouldn't have been alone.  There had always been plenty of room for more in
the showers back in Malibu.

       Sarah's rubbing got faster and soon her thumb had stopped teasing
her lips and had moved aside for two of her fingers to plunge inside her
needy pinkness.  That got a loud gasp from Sarah over the rush of the
shower water and her free hand moved to her breasts, grabbing at the firm
mounds and pinching at her nipples just like Sarah wanted Rose to be doing.

       Rose had always known how to make things hurt so good and Sarah just
wanted to feel her pinching and biting at her nipples, making them swell
and cap off her tits like diamonds.  With her eyes closed Sarah found it so
easily to picture Rose sucking on her tits while Love fed off her pussy and
imagine the feel of Jennifer's tits pressing against her back as she kissed
her neck and made sure she felt the wetness of her pussy against her bare
ass.

       Sarah moaned and thrust into herself harder as she remembered so
vividly the feel of a woman's arousal against her flesh.  She wanted
Jennifer grinding into her, rubbing her pussy against her ass cheeks and
whispering into her ear that she was going to be licking her soon and
telling her how much she wanted to 69 with her in the shower.

       The wetter she got, the more scattered Sarah's thoughts became.  She
wanted to remember everything and have it flood her brain with hot images
to get her off.  Sarah wished it wasn't her fingers in her pussy.  She
wanted it to be Jennifer's.  She wanted to have her sexy older housemate
lying on top of her, feeding off her juicy cunt while she gave back the
same treatment.  Sarah wanted to be rocking back and forth with her on the
shower floor in their 69 as Jewel's tongue teased her slit too, running up
between her cheeks with her soft, hot licks while Sarah heard the cries of
ecstasy that could only come from Love when she had Mr. Snappy fucking her
hard and deep.

       Sarah had loved watching Rose take Love like that so many times
during their days and nights in Malibu...her big tits shaking like mad as
Rose pounded her doggie style.  Sometimes Sarah had let those tits slap her
face and then opened wide to taste her nipples and other times Sarah had
grabbed Love's head and shoved her all too willing face right into her
pussy to get some head while she was being fucked.

       As her knees got weaker and her fingering got more frantic, Sarah
pictured them all naked in the shower, water pouring off their bodies as
Love, Jennifer and Jewel got on their hands and knees, pushing their asses
in the air for Rose to fuck them.  As Rose drove her amazing strap on into
their holes, Sarah would have joined in by fucking the face of whatever
slut was being stuffed by fake dick.

       She would have pushed her pussy into the faces of each and every one
of her beautiful housemates, leaving Jen then Jewel then Love covered in
her cum as Rose fucked them into quivering ecstasy as Jessica, Alyssa,
Christina and Britney had impatiently waited for their chance to lick and
get fucked.

       By now Sarah was gasping as she pictured a tangle of naked girls in
the shower with her.  Her hand worked over her pussy with three fingers,
stretching out her tightness and making her forget about her frustration
guilt.

       Sarah pumped into her cunt and mauled her own tits while picturing
herself moaning into Jessica's cleavage while Christina and Alyssa double
tongued her pussy and Britney pushed a toy into her ass and told her Alyson
was coming over and bringing Charisma Carpenter, Eliza Dushku and little
Michelle Trachtenberg for another Buffy fuck fest.

       Oh God...she wanted them all.  She wanted to fuck her housemates.
She wanted to taste their pussies again and feel their tits against hers
while they kissed.  She wanted her friends and co-stars and all those nasty
bitches that had fucked themselves silly at her party.  Girls like Natalie
Portman and Charlize Theron and Jennifer Garner and Mandy Moore...all those
fucking sluts she had never tasted and desperately hungered for every time
she saw them on TV or in a magazine.

       As she furiously masturbated herself under the water, gasping and
moaning with growing volume, Sarah longed to surrender to her desires and
go wild once more.  She wanted to be a pussy starved slut, eating all the
hot girls she knew and letting them fuck and lick and suck all her hot
spots until she just blacked out from all the ecstasy.

       Sarah wanted what had happened at her party to happen again only
times a million.  She needed it.  She needed it so fucking bad.

       Sarah had long ago captured her clitoris and, as she pictured
Jennifer slapping her ass for being a sneaky little whore while she fed off
Rose's molten, dripping pussy and heard the sounds of all her nasty dyke
fuck friends strapping on toys to fuck her over and over again, she pinched
her bud hard and rubbed it until the desired result spilled out of her.

       With a roar into the shower stream, Sarah exploded onto her hand,
soaking her fingers in feminine essence.

       As a dreamy smile filled her face, Sarah's legs finally gave out and
she slumped down onto her ass, her pussy juices being washed away by the
hot water.  The touch of her own hand was nothing compared to what a female
lover could make her feel, but it would have to do and Sarah was desperate
for any orgasms she could get.

       But as quickly as the pleasure had filled her body, it had faded and
Sarah didn't have to open her eyes to remember that her friends were not in
the shower with her.  She was all alone with the hot water.

       Her smile turned into a sorrowful frown as Sarah pulled herself up
and got back to the task of showering.  This had not been an isolated
incident.  There had been many mornings where Sarah had ended up
masturbating herself to orgasm in the shower.  In fact her fingers and
shower massager had become much more adept at getting her off than Freddie
had been lately.

       Though the pleasure was always welcome, it left Sarah feeling lonely
with a disturbing thought and this morning was no different.  In fact it
was stronger than ever today.

       If a quick fingering in the shower was the only respite she got from
guilt and misery, then had Sarah sacrificed what she had enjoyed most only
to end up feeling lost and alone?  Had she made the biggest mistake of her
live by leaving the mansion?

* * * * *

       Back in Malibu there was no self doubt in Jessica Alba's life as she
sat on her bed completely naked while she brushed her wet hair and put off
getting dressed as long as possible.  She still had the dampness of her
shower clinging to her skin and the scent of body lotion tickled her nose
and made her smile.  She was one happy, glistening girl right then.

       The activity in Rose's room had forced Jessica to seek another
shower and it was just as well because the first one she'd taken hadn't
actually involved much cleaning.  Watching Elisha get "initiated" by Rose
and her favorite toy had caused Jessica to work up quite a sweat and that
hadn't been helped by her and Alyssa's decision to join in the fun.

       That had only gotten Jessica sweatier but she hadn't minded a bit
and the ecstasy still tingled inside her as she sat naked and remembered
how amazing it had felt to push Rose flat on her back and ride Mr. Snappy
with frantic bounces that had made her whole body jiggle in all the right
ways.  And just when she had thought it couldn't get any better, Alyssa had
crawled behind her, spread open her cheeks and started rimming her.

       Alyssa and Rose's combined efforts had set off an explosive orgasm
inside her and, even after the thorough tongue bath Elisha gave her sweaty
body, Jessica had found herself in need of her second shower of the
morning.

       This time had been a solo effort. Jessica had left Elisha at the
mercy of the mansion's two witches and this time she had actually managed
to get herself clean.

       But now as she finished brushing her hair, Jessica was already
thinking about getting dirty again.  She just loved how this place made her
feel.  She was so alive when she was here and she could never get enough.
There was no such thing as too much girl sex and even a moment away from a
hot woman's touch and tongue left her pining for it.  The longing for more
girl sex didn't fade a bit as Jessica's cell phone suddenly rang.

       Pausing for a second to debate whether to pick up or continue on her
way to what was likely going to be a satisfying session with one of her
toys, Jessica eventually reached for her phone and opened it.  The
personalized ring tone of the Charlie's Angels theme music told her exactly
who it was and Jessica didn't want to miss the call.

       "Hey sweetie," Jessica said with a smile as she flipped open her
phone.

       "Ok, confess you slut.  What have you done with my friend?" Cameron
Diaz playfully demanded from the other end.  "Elisha's not answering her
phone.  You got her tied up in the dungeon or something?"

       "Mmmmm now that's a thought," Jessica giggled, her horniness kicking
up a notch at the sound of her friend's sexy voice.  "I don't think you'll
be seeing that little cutie anytime soon.  We liked her so much, we're
gonna keep her."

       "Hell no.  I got dibs on that girl," Cameron insisted.  "You gotta
give her back."

       "Why don't you try and come get her then?" Jessica saucily
suggested.  "Maybe you can lick your way to Elisha's freedom."

       "Yummy," Cameron moaned at the thought.  "Don't think I wouldn't be
on my knees in a second to do that."

       "So what do I owe the honor of this call?  Did you really want to
know what we'd done with your friend or did you call up just to see if I
was up for a little phone fun?" Jessica asked.  She had always loved
flirting and flirting with girls was even more fun than it had been with
any mere boy.

       "A little of both..." Cameron replied.  "I just wanted to see what
was going on there and Heesh wasn't answering her phone and neither was Jen
so I..."

       "Ohhhhhhhhhh so I was your third choice, was I?" Jessica mock
pouted.  "Real nice Camie.  Now you're definitely not getting Elisha back,
bitch."

       "Nooooo it's not like that!" Cameron shot back with a laugh.  "I
also wanted to see if you wanted to get together later.  You know get
lunch...do some shopping...make out...girl stuff."

       That got a laugh out of Jessica.  She and Cameron had known each
other for a while but hadn't really bonded until Sarah's party.  Between
all the fucking they had hit it off and Jessica had ended up doing a spot
with Cameron for her MTV show, where she had gotten to know her even
better.

       Naturally when the cameras weren't rolling, the two had created
plenty of footage that was way too hot for MTV.  When they weren't
shooting, Jessica and Cameron had barely paused in their licking to come up
for air and that vacation had been quite an orgasmic one for both of them,
not to mention the female hotel staffers and film crew girls they had
managed to seduce into their beds.

       Now they had a real friendship growing and Jessica was always eager
to see the bubbly blonde.  But she decided to play a little hard to get
first.

       "Well considering you just totally dissed me you're not going to dig
your way out of trouble that easily," Jessica teased.  "I'm just going to
have to see if I can fit you into my busy schedule."

       "Awwwwww..." Cameron whined.  "C'mon Jess, I know you want to.  Mmmm
I can show you how sorry I am for having dissed you.  I know just how to
make you forgive me.  Sound good?"

       That sounded very good to Jessica but the truth was she didn't
really feel like going out.  She wanted this to be a lazy Saturday around
the mansion.  Fortunately there was an obvious compromise at hand.

       "I like that idea," Jessica smiled.  "But if you want me you're
going to have to come and get me.  Stop on by the mansion today.  If you're
a good girl, we might even let you borrow your friend back for a bit."

       "I'll be a very good girl," Cameron wickedly promised.  "Mmmm unless
you make me want to be bad."

       "It's a date then," Jessica said.  "Get your ass over here as soon
as you can, Camie.  Maybe you and I can cheer up Jen in the process too."

       "How's she doing?" Cameron asked, her voice concerned for the well
being of her friend, co-star and, most importantly, first female lover.

       "I think she's ok...but I don't really know," Jessica admitted.  "I
mean every time I think she's totally fine, there's another magazine or
some new story about Brad and Angelina or the baby and I can see how much
she's hurting."

       "Damn," Cameron sighed.  "It never fucking stops does it.  Goddamn
tabloids."

       "Yeah," Jessica agreed.  Jennifer and Cameron had certainly suffered
through more than their share of tabloid tangles and, now that her star was
rising, Jessica was getting a harsh lesson in what they had gone through.

       "We gotta get that cloud off her head," Cameron said.  "Maybe we
should pick her up a high class hooker or something?  I wonder if you can
go get pussy gift wrapped?"

       The suggestion had both girls laughing, but to Jessica there was a
gem of an idea in there.

       "You know that's not a bad thought," Jessica said.  "Maybe she just
needs a hot girl to stop her blues?  Someone new.  I mean she hasn't
brought anyone new into the mansion since she and Brad split.  I know a new
fuck friend would cheer me up."

       "Well who could we get?" Cameron began.  "I mean we'd need someone
one of us knows and could talk into doing this and someone Jen has never
been with."

       "Someone exotic," Jessica added.  "Hmmmm and someone she'd be
surprised by."

       "Yeah but who..." Cameron said before she was suddenly struck by
inspiration.  "Holy shit!  I've got it!  I know the perfect girl!"

       "Who?  Who?" Jessica eagerly demanded.  She didn't know how they had
even gotten into this crazy discussion.  Were they really going to get Jen
a hot girl?  If they were it wasn't the worst way she had ever heard to try
and make someone happy.

       "She's absolutely perfect...all that we need plus with great
tits..." Cameron excitedly replied, the wheels in her head whirling at top
speed.

       "Then tell me already!" Jessica insisted.  "Who is she?"

       When Cameron told Jessica the name she had to admit that she was
perfect for the job.

       "Ohmygawd!  She's really hot!  But will she go for it?" Jessica
asked.  "She doesn't seem the type to be into it."

       "You'd be surprised at what she's into," Cameron coyly responded.
"Mmmm and I've done the taste test with her so I know Jen is gonna love
her. And she's in town.  It's too perfect.  I'll go set it up."

       "What should I do?" Jessica asked.

       "Just get that sexy body of yours ready for when I get over there,"
Cameron said.  "I'll make sure we'll all have some real nasty fun together.
I've just gotta take care of a few things and go get her, but don't wear
Elisha out because I'm gonna be there in a few hours and then all of your
asses are gonna be mine."

       That promise was music to Jessica's ears and she was beaming with
anticipation by the time she ended her call with Cameron.  She had lost
track of how many times she'd come that morning, but she was craving more
like a girl sex addict and she couldn't wait to experience each and every
trick Cameron and her friend were gonna use on all of them at the mansion.

       But before Jessica could get too lost in picturing what erotic
delights lay ahead for her, her phone rang again.  This time there was no
personalized ringtone to signify one of her special friends.  And she
didn't recognize the number calling her, but she answered anyway.  She was
curious who this mystery caller could be.

       "Hello?" Jessica said with a great deal more hesitation and shyness
then when she had greeted Cameron before.  Only a select group of people
had this number so she doubted it was some creep or stalker or anything,
but Jessica liked knowing who she was talking to.

       "Hey.  Jessica?" a female voice asked.

       "Yeahhhhhh," Jessica replied, wondering even more who this was.  She
recognized the voice.  She knew she'd heard it before.  She just didn't
remember where or when or who the voice belonged to.  It was definitely a
sexy voice, though, so that at least set Jessica's mind at ease as the
mystery was revealed.

       "Ohhhh wow, I can't believe I actually got you," the voice said a
little nervously, but with growing excitement.  "I thought I'd just leave a
message or something.  I wasn't expecting anyone to actually pick up.  It's
Stacy.  Stacy Keibler.  You remember me?"

       Jessica's mind was suddenly filled with visions of exquisite 42-inch
legs and one of the most perfect asses she had ever seen in her life.

       "How could I forget?" Jessica dreamily replied.  The one time she
had been with Stacy had been one of her most memorable encounters and the
sight of the blonde's gorgeous naked body as she and her friend Trish
Stratus seduced her into joining their naughty fun was burned in her brain
forever.

       Jessica's response got a little giggle from Stacy.

       "I'm glad you haven't forgotten me," Stacy said.  "Cause I sure
haven't forgotten you, Jessica.  I've been meaning to call you up so many
times since last time we saw each other, but I kept chickening out.  I
didn't know if you'd remember me or want to get together again."

       "Awwww why'd you feel that way?" Jessica asked.  "I would have loved
to see you again Stacy.  You were so beautiful.  I loved being with you.
Mmmmm and I hear you've been up to a lot since then you naughty girl.  I've
heard lots of stories about you and your friends."

       "Trish told you, huh?" Stacy replied with another of her sexy little
laughs.  "Good.  I'm glad you know.  I hope those stories turned you on."

       "Mmmmhmmm Trish told me and so did Christy," Jessica said, referring
to Trish and Stacy's former fellow Diva Christy Hemme, who had been another
enthusiastic notch on Jessica's bedpost of hot female wrestlers.  "And they
definitely got me going.  You girls are wild.  I loved hearing about what
you've been up to."

       Jessica never would have ever expected she would become some kind of
magnet for the most beautiful girls the WWE offered.  Her experiences with
watching professional wrestling had been brief and she still couldn't see
the appeal in it as much as she tried to watch and get into it for Trish's
sake.  But she had no trouble seeing the appeal of WWE's gorgeous Divas.

       It had all started when Amy Dumas, better known to WWE fans as Lita,
had guested on Dark Angel.  Jessica had been in lust at first sight with
the athletic redhead and it hadn't taken long for her to get Amy in her
trailer for some incredible girl on girl fun.  That had only led to more as
her time with Amy led Jessica to meet Trish Stratus and, a sauna fuck
later, the leggy Stacy Keibler.

       Jessica had just spent her Christmas with two more WWE Divas,
Christy Hemme and Maria Kanelis, and she had found out her exploits with
the girls had become a sort of legend within the company.  Apparently
Trish, Amy and Stacy had been telling everyone how amazing she was and
Jessica certainly appreciated the compliment.

       Stacy had visited the mansion once with Amy and Jessica had hooked
up with Trish a few times since that day in the sauna, becoming pretty good
friends with her in the process.  Stacy had actually been on Jessica's mind
over the last few months since there had been so many reminders of her
beauty.

       "I've been meaning to call you too," Jessica admitted.  "I got so
into Dancing With The Stars this year and I was totally rooting for you.  I
think I broke my phone voting for you over and over again.  I was so pissed
that you lost though.  I mean I sort of thought Drew was gonna win, but
Jerry Rice?  That was just crazy.  I thought the voters were nuts.  I was
totally screaming at the TV that night when they announce the results.  But
congratulations on making it that far.  You were unbelievable.  Mmmm every
time I saw you dance I thought about how hot you are."

       "Thanks," Stacy replied, her voice showing she was quite happy to
know Jessica had been watching.  "I never thought it was going to be that
hard, but it was so much fun.  I don't think I've ever done anything that
much fun in my life before.  It was so amazing."

       "Nothing more fun than that?" Jessica asked skeptically.  "Are you
sure there's nothing more fun than dancing?"

       "Well...I can think of one thing more fun than dancing," Stacy
relented.  "Mmmm and that's why I'm calling.  I...ummm...God, I feel like
such a slut...but I gotta see you Jessica.  Please say you can see me
today."

       "Oh I can definitely find time for you Stacy," Jessica replied.  "I
hope you're in town though, because I don't exactly have a private jet
waiting for me."

       "Oh yeah, I'm in L.A. meeting with my agent today," Stacy said.
"I'm really close to you.  I need to see you Jess.  I can't be in town
again and not make time to see you.  I've been going crazy lately and
mmmmmm you're the one I want to help me relax."

       This was a very unexpected opportunity, but it was one Jessica
eagerly welcomed.  While Stacy had been to the mansion before, it had been
a while back.  She hadn't even been a housemate then and now that she had
her own room here, and felt much more comfortable making herself at home,
she definitely wanted Stacy to come back for a lot more fun than before.

       She could tell there was a lot of horny tension in Stacy's voice.
Jessica knew that feeling well.  It was the same tension she got when she
went too long without being with another woman.  So of course she wanted to
be able to help her leggy friend out.

       "Do you remember how to get to the mansion in Malibu?" Jessica
asked.

       "Oh my God?  You're there?" Stacy gasped with obvious delight.  She
had expected Jessica would want to meet at her hotel room or something and
earning an invitation back to lesbian paradise was beyond any of her
already high expectations for seeing the actress again.

       "I live here now baby," Jessica beamed with pride.  "I can't wait to
show you the grand tour this time.  Mmmmm especially my bedroom."

       "Ooooooh I can't wait to see," Stacy declared, her voice almost a
squeal of happiness.  "I just gotta get through this one quick meeting and
I'll be there.  I definitely remember the way.  I wouldn't have forgotten
how to get there for the world."

       Jessica and Stacy shared a few more quick pleasantries and flirty
exchanges before the wrestler had to go off to her meeting.  As she ended
the call, Jessica suddenly realized she had forgotten Cameron was scoming
over today too.  She had managed to set herself up with two dates for the
day.

       Oh well, Jessica said to herself with a smile.  She knew Cameron
certainly wasn't going to mind another beautiful girl joining their fun and
if all those stories she had heard about Stacy were true, then she was
going to be pretty damn enthusiastic about it too.  This was going to work
out great.  The only thing better than one beautiful woman eager to fuck
was two.

       Just thinking of all the fun they could have in the little group
that had just formed had Jessica getting very wet, very fast.  But she
refrained from touching herself.  Better to save that for later when Stacy
got here, with Cameron shortly to follow.

       This was definitely shaping up to be an amazing day.

* * * * *

       Though Jessica's dance card had filled up very quickly, things were
a little slower to get started for the mansion's other residents.

       Jewel had been one of the later risers that day and she was content
to just sit in the kitchen at the table catching up on her Los Angeles
Times with a cup of coffee sitting next to her and her glasses on in lieu
of the contacts she hadn't felt like slipping in yet.  Her feet were
propped up on another chair as Alyssa and Jennifer milled around, not doing
anything in particular.

       Suddenly the phone rang.  Most of the girls got their calls right to
their cell phones and few people had the mansion's number so when a call
came in through the main phone it was usually an important one.  But even
with that knowledge, no one made any effort to pick it up.  Part of the
problem with spending a lazy day at home was that no one ever wanted to do
anything to break out of it.

       The phone rang a second time and then a third time with still no
motion toward it until Jewel finally sighed and put down her paper.

       "Oh don't worry everybody...I'll get it," the previously reclining
singer said.  "Don't bother yourselves or anything."

       "Thank you sweetie," Alyssa replied in an overly condescending voice
that resulted in her getting a raised middle finger from the Alaskan.
Alyssa giggled, shot her tongue out at Jewel and resumed chatting with
Jennifer.

       "Hello?" Jewel said before getting the surprise of a much missed
voice in reply.

       "Hey!" Britney Spears excitedly declared on the other end.  "What's
going on girl?"

       "Britney!" Jewel gasped, nervously looking around for signs of
Christina and finding none began the conversation.  "God, we miss you!  How
are you?  How's the baby?"

       "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my God he's just perfect," Britney replied, her
voice filled with the devotion of a first time mother.  "I...just...I just
can't say enough how perfect he is.  He's the most beautiful baby in the
world.  All I want to do is kiss him and hold him and be with him.  I had
no idea it was going to be like this.  Everything they say about having
kids...you just don't know until you have them.  I mean I love him more
every day I'm with him."

       "Wow," Jewel said, noticing the obvious interest Alyssa and Jennifer
now had in the call once they found out who it was from.  "What about early
morning feedings and all the diapers and everything?"

       "Well that's not really that much fun..." Britney admitted.  "But my
mom and Jaime Lynn help me out and I just can never get mad at him.  I mean
he could wake me up at three in the morning with his crying and when I just
look into his little baby eyes I just get like zapped with cute power and I
can't be mad and I just want to hold him and never let him go.  I still
can't believe he's mine."

       "What about Kevin?  Is he helping out?" Jewel asked.

       "Ummmm well...Kevin...he's...you know...he does what he can and..."
Britney began and her attempts to say something nice were so tortured that
Jewel quickly took mercy and changed the subject with an interruption.

       "Well we all want to meet him so much," Jewel stated.  "I mean the
closest we've gotten is to see pictures of you guys in People.  You've got
to bring him by the mansion.  We miss you Britney!  God, now you're
pregnant again?  It's just crazy.  We haven't seen you in so long!"

       "Oh my God, I totally want to see you and have you meet Sean,"
Britney replied.  "I miss you guys so much too.  I want to be there so bad
and see you guys and everything.  I miss seeing you guys and talking to you
and I just want to tell you everything that's happened to me and I
definitely want to hear everything that's going on with you.  I really miss
you guys.  We have so much catching up to do."

       "Yeah...we're sorry that we haven't called or anything," Jewel said,
her face showing her embarrassment.  "It's just that..."

       "You don't have to say," Britney interrupted, her sadness obvious.
"I know why.  But I don't want to talk about that.  I want to know
everythings what's going on there.  I'm dying for some good sexy talk.  I
need to think about something other than how big my belly's getting again.
My momma's got the baby this morning and I'm going a little stir crazy
without having you guys around me and I want some juicy talk.  Mmmm tell me
everything that's happened there. Leave nothing out.  I want to know every
slutty detail."

       "Well you're not going to believe this, but..." Jewel began before
falling silent upon Christina's entry into the kitchen.

       Jennifer and Alyssa immediately looked away to try and show nothing
was up, which of course tipped Christina off that something was.

       "Hey...what's going on guys?" Christina asked, her voice a little
guarded.  She hated to be the last to know things and she didn't want her
housemates keeping secrets from her.

       "Nothing," Jennifer replied.  "What makes you think something's
going on?"

       "You guys are acting weird," Christina pointed out, noting how none
of them could seem to look her in the eye.  When she saw Jewel holding the
phone she was able to put two and two together.

       "Who's on the phone?" Christina demanded, her voice like a dagger.

       "Ummm my mom...." Jewel lamely offered, a lie Christina saw right
through.

       "Gimmie!" Christina commanded, grabbing the phone from Jewel and
pressing it to her ear.  There was just breathing on the other end for a
minute before a voice spoke up.

       "Chrissy?" Britney asked softly and hopefully.

       "I told you to never fucking call here again," Christina icily
snapped before hanging up the phone with an emphatic slam and turning her
attention to her housemates.

       "I told you to hang up if that bitch ever called here again!"
Christina shouted at Jewel, Alyssa and Jennifer.  "What the fuck is wrong
with you people that you can't follow one simple fucking direction?  I
don't want that cunt calling here or coming by or anything!  You
understand?"

       "Chrissy, calm down," Jewel said, placing her hand on Christina's
shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.  They had all experienced
Christina's temper lately and they had quickly learned the best response
was not to fight her on it but rather let her cool off.

       "You fucking calm down!" Christina shot back, yanking herself away
from her housemate's touch.  "Don't tell me what to do Jewel!  Don't tell
me how I'm supposed to fucking feel!"

       "Chrissy no one's doing that," Jennifer offered.  "We're just trying
to help you.  Why can't you just talk to Britney?  She misses you.  I know
that..."

       "I don't want to hear it Jen!" Christina interrupted.  "You've got
problems of your own so you should just butt out of mine!  Go fix your own
goddamn life and leave me alone!  And don't let that fucking bitch call
again!"

       Christina stormed out of the kitchen, leaving her housemates behind
in her furious wake.  Jewel and Alyssa immediately moved over to make sure
Christina's comments hadn't hit too sore a spot.

       "She didn't mean it," Jewel said.  "You know how she's been lately
with her mood swings."

       "Yeah she's just being superbitch again," Alyssa added.  "Don't take
it personally.  One minute she wants to fuck you and the next she wants to
strangle you."

       "I'm getting really sick of this shit," Jennifer muttered.  "I'm
tired of walking on eggshells around her and pretending Britney never lived
here.  She needs to get over herself."

       "She will," Jewel promised.  "She can't stay that mad forever."

       Alyssa and Jennifer then shared a look to indicate their belief that
Christina could very well stay mad forever, but they let the subject drop
after that.  The peaceful mood had been shattered enough that Alyssa and
Jewel both decided to move on to another part of the mansion and get on
with their days, but Jennifer stayed behind.

       However she wasn't alone for long.

       "Hey," Love said, walking into the room and giving Jennifer a buss
on the lips in the process.  "I heard the phone from upstairs.  It
wasn't..."

       Love didn't even have to finish her question before Jennifer started
shaking her head no.  She already knew what her friend was going to ask.

       "Oh," Love said, trying to keep her voice even but her eyes showing
the disappointment she felt.  She didn't know why she bothered to ever get
hopeful about things like that.  Nothing had changed in all these months
and it hurt to be constantly let down by reality.

       "Sweetie if Sarah called, you'd be the first person I'd tell,"
Jennifer promised, hugging Love.

       "I know," Love sighed, surrendering to the hug and resting her head
against Jennifer's warm chest.  "I just wish she'd call or visit or give us
some sign she cared."

       "She does care, you know she does," Jennifer insisted.

       "Then why did she leave us?" Love demanded, her voice rising as she
tried to fight back the tears that welled up every time she thought of
Sarah like this.  She thought she had cried herself dry that first day, but
every now and then they came back.  All these months Love had tried to
force herself to concentrate on fun things and not think about Sarah, but
sometimes she just couldn't help it.

       "She just felt like she had to," Jennifer offered.  "I can't tell
you what she was thinking.  I don't know why she did what she did, but it
couldn't have been easy for her.  You know that Love."

       "I just miss her so much," Love admitted sadly.  "I want to see her
again and talk to her again.  But she won't call us and she won't return my
calls.  Why?  Why is she being so mean to us?  What did we do to her?"

       "Sweetie this was Sarah's choice," Jennifer said.  "We didn't do
anything to her."

       Love didn't reply at first, but in her mind she thought that wasn't
entirely true.  But she didn't dare say that aloud.

       "Doesn't she know how much we miss her?" Love finally asked.
"Doesn't she care?"

       "She has to know," Jennifer said.  "You and I and Rose...we know
Sarah better than anyone.  She couldn't just stop caring about us.  She
just couldn't. That's not who she is."

       "Then why won't she call?  Why won't she see us?" Love asked.  "Why
is she making this hurt so goddamn much?"

       Jennifer didn't have an answer for her friend.  Instead she just
hugged her tighter.  She wished she could help Love get some answers.
Jennifer wished Sarah was still here. She wished a lot of things were
different.  But wishing didn't make it so.

* * * * *

       Meanwhile, next door to the mansion strategy was being plotted and
it was being plotted thoroughly.  A map of the city and surrounding areas
lay across the table as Waldo, Franklin and Delbert huddled around it.

       "I've set a unit of soldier monkeys out to do recon work in sectors
four and five today," Waldo reported to his comrades as he pointed to the
map.  "But I doubt they're going to find it.  Brandon has gone underground
and he's gone underground deep."

       "Maybe he thinks we got killed in Cuba," Delbert suggested.

       "Not likely," Franklin replied.  "Even if he did think that at one
point, we can't assume he does anymore.  We haven't exactly been low
profile since we got back."

       Waldo and Franklin then shot pointed looks at Delbert.  His rescue
of Tara Reid as she ran from Jaime Pressley's demented clutches might have
been noble, but it hadn't exactly clouded them in a shroud of secrecy.

       "Maybe Brandon just went away," Delbert offered hopefully.

       "After making the entrance he did?" Waldo scoffed.  "No, he wouldn't
announce himself with such flair as to come right up to our door and then
vanish without at least attempting to finish us off.  Especially now that
he has the MAW device in his possession.  He's out there and he's up to
something.  Who knows what he's doing with a machine like that."

       "We don't even know what he can do with a machine like that,"
Franklin pointed out.  "We only have the most basic of theories about what
it does and more importantly how it works.  It's possible Brandon doesn't
even know.  He might have not figured out its practical uses yet and that's
why he's been so quiet.  Who knows, we might be lucky and he accidentally
destroyed it while testing it."

       "But then why go to all the trouble of stealing it if he didn't know
what he was getting?" Waldo wondered.  "Did he take it just because the CIA
wanted it and sent us in to get it?  Everything about the mission was wrong
from the start.  The government sent us in to steal something it had
designed, which is weird in the first place, I mean if Terrance and Blevens
were even really working for the CIA when they sent us out, which I'm
beginning to doubt they were.  They might have just splintered off and
Brandon double crossed them and took the device.  So why would Brandon go
through all that to steal something he didn't know how to use?  No, he's
got something going.  We need to be alert and on guard.  That's why we need
to increase soldier monkey patrols and raise the security level."

       "Maybe he just forgot about us?" Delbert said.

       "Damn it Delbert we need to be serious!" Franklin declared with a
pound of his fist on the table.  "You're letting that girl screw up your
judgment!  Brandon would not just forget about us or go away or think we're
dead!  He's waiting to strike unless we take action first!"

       "Tara is not screwing up my judgment!" Delbert defended himself.
"She's the love of my life!"

       "Delbert you have to let her go," Waldo explained.  "We can't have
any distractions right now.  There's danger everywhere and all the girls,
including Tara, might get caught in the crossfire."

       "She's not a distraction!" Delbert insisted.  "I love her!"

       "But you'll have to let her go," Waldo pressed.  "Plan B is almost
set.  We just have to find where Brandon is first."

       "I don't want to let her go," Delbert sighed.  "I don't want to
leave this place.  I like it here.  I like being friends with the girls.  I
don't want to go to Plan B.  I wish we didn't have to do this."

       "But we do have to," Franklin said, more calmly than before.  "This
is how it has to be and all the wishing in the world won't change it.  Now
we need to focus on Brandon and why he hasn't struck yet."

       Suddenly the phone rang and Waldo picked it up, cautiously.  It
could have been a business call...someone looking for some product...or it
could have been something else.  And naturally it did turn out to be
something else.

       "Hello?" Waldo asked.

       "It's Fox over at the airport," the voice responded.  Fox was a code
name for their inside source over at Los Angeles International.  They had
sources in a lot of places, but this one was particularly helpful.  "Just
thought you should know a flight came in from Moscow about 20 minutes ago
and your Russian friend was on it."

       "Dimitri?" Waldo asked.  It had been a long time since that name had
crossed his thinking.

       "The one and only," Fox replied.  "Wasn't alone either.  Had some
little piece of ass with him.  Probably his latest mistress.  The man
doesn't know how to stay retired."

       "We never believed he was retired," Waldo pointed out.

       "There's something else," Fox said.  "I'm just finding this out now,
but a flight got in about two hours ago and the Frenchman was on it.  He's
back in town.  I don't know why, but once I find out more. I'll let you
know."

       The call ended without a goodbye and Waldo hung up.

       "Dimitri is in town and apparently so is the Frenchman," Waldo
reported to the others.

       "Then something big is going down," Franklin declared.  "Dimitri is
one thing, but the Frenchman doesn't come out of hiding except for special
occasions.  Probably a sleeper agent he needs to activate.  Or something
being put up for bid on the market that only he can speak to.  Maybe even
both."

       "Think it involves Brandon?" Waldo asked.  "It can't be a
coincidence that they're all here."

       "There's only one way to find out," Franklin surmised and Waldo
agreed.

       The strategy session continued, but Delbert didn't want to pay
attention to it.  All he wanted to was think about Tara.  She made him feel
things he never had before and all he wanted was to be with her.

* * * * *

       Back in the mansion, after the drama in the kitchen, Alyssa was
looking for a calm and peaceful place so she went to the media center and
began flipping through the channels.  There had to be something good on
now.  She would even take a Charmed or Who's The Boss rerun.

       Just like Jennifer, she was getting really tired of Christina
screaming at them and cursing at them and basically treating them all like
they were idiots.  One second Christina could be the horny little brat that
they all loved to play with but one mention of Britney would just send her
over the edge.  Alyssa was getting sick of the mood swings.

       She had never seen a fight like she'd seen between Christina and
Britney that day.  Alyssa had always figured that eventually the two would
forgive and forget and things would be the way they had been.  But it had
been months now and nothing had changed.

       Alyssa tried to distract herself with late morning television, but
there was nothing much on except for Jerry Springer and she wasn't in the
mood for that right now.  There was already too much drama here without
having to watch someone else's.

       She kept flipping through the channels and ended up resting on a
local commercial.

       "Desperate for a change in how you see the world?  Try Total
Transformation," the ad blared.  "Those bad habits will be a thing of the
past."

       "No thank you," Alyssa firmly declared to no one in particular as
she clicked to another channel with a forceful push on the remote.  "I like
my bad habits just fine the way they are."

       With a sigh Alyssa slumped back on the couch.  She was getting
bored.  She, Jessica and Rose had fucked Elisha right into a lust coma and,
after bringing the blonde to her room and letting her stay there, it had
looked like she was going to be sleeping for a little while.  So Alyssa
didn't want to go wake her even if it was just to reclaim her room.

       Maybe Rose was up for some fun.  They could go out maybe grab Holly
Marie Combs or their sexy little co-star Kaley Cuoco and do something.  But
Alyssa remembered that Rose had left the mansion a little while ago.  She
didn't remember where she was going.  Rose had said something about her
house, but Alyssa hadn't been paying much attention.

       Grabbing her phone, Alyssa hit Rose's number in her memory, but it
went right to her voicemail.  Alyssa grumbled as she snapped her phone back
shut.  She wasn't about to leave a voicemail.

       Rose, goddamn it, I'm bored, Alyssa muttered to herself.  Why aren't
you answering your damn phone?

       Alyssa kept flipping through the channels.  With a satellite dish
there was certainly a lot of options and Alyssa became extremely frustrated
when nothing caught her attention.  She thought about pausing on one of the
many porn channels the mansion subscribed too, but that would just make her
want the real thing and no one was around to satisfy that urge.

       But even though she bypassed the porn, Alyssa soon found her
attention captivated by a face she saw on one of the channels.  She was
flipping so fast that she skipped over it at first and had to scroll back
until she saw it again.  It was a woman reading the news and she had a
beauty that put all the cloned bottle blondes on American cable news to
shame.

       The girl had such a soft, natural beauty that was absolutely sublime
to Alyssa's eyes.  Alyssa could only see her face, but it was so lovely she
was captivated and imagined the rest of her body was absolutely stunning.
All Alyssa could do was stare at her and listen to her read the news.  The
fact that she was doing it in French and Alyssa couldn't understand a word
of it mattered not a bit.

       But the language being used couldn't help but attract attention from
someone else.  Michelle had been casually walking by as she completed her
morning maid duties and when she heard her native language she stopped and
craned her head into the room.  When she saw what and who Alyssa was
watching she beamed and sauntered inside.

       "Ohhhh I see you have found Melissa," Michelle declared.

       "Huh?" Alyssa wondered as she found herself unwillingly pulled out
of her lust trance.  A quick check with her hand against her mouth found
she had not actually been drooling over the beauty on the screen, but
Alyssa felt like she had been right on the verge.

       "Melissa Theuriau," Michelle explained.  "That is who you are
watching.  Naughty, naughty Alyssa...drooling over a girl when you do not
even know her name."

       Alyssa actually blushed from Michelle's teasing.  She hadn't
expected to be caught so nakedly checking this woman out, but she relaxed
quickly.  After all, what other reaction could have been expected?  This
Melissa girl was gorgeous.

       "Isn't she beautiful?" Michelle said.  "She is very popular in
France.  Everyone gathers around to watch her...mmmm the boys and the
girls.  Everyone is in love with her."

       "She's amazing," Alyssa agreed as she refused to take her eyes off
the screen.  She had no idea what Melissa was saying, but with her libido
sparking accent Alyssa imagined she was whispering sweet French nothings
that translated into "Alyssa, please crawl under the desk while I read the
news and eat my pussy.  Lick me so good and make me scream out your name on
international television.  You make me so wet Alyssa, I need to feel your
tongue in my perfect pink pussy."

       Michelle could certainly see the effect her countrywoman was having
on Alyssa, especially as her Madame's nipples visibly hardened under her
shirt.  Michelle knew full well how seductive Melissa could be.  She had
seen it full hand and, more importantly, had felt it too.  With a smile,
Michelle decided there was no reason to keep that information confidential.

       "I have been with her," Michelle said, leaning down to whisper it
saucily in Alyssa's ear.  "I have fucked her sweet body so many times.
Mmmmm she is even more beautiful when she is naked.  Melissa loves to
spread her legs for my tongue and she will always fuck you back so good.  I
love how she makes me come."

       She had heard more than her share of hot, lesbian confessions over
the years, but what Michelle said still had Alyssa's jaw dropping to the
floor.  She whirled around to face her maid with disbelief in her eyes.

       "Liar," Alyssa playfully accused.  "You probably don't even know
her.  You're just making that up to turn me on."

       "Well I do know what you like to hear, but I am not making a story
up for you," Michelle insisted.  "I really do know her.  We are the same
age and we grew up to each other in the next houses to one another.  We
were in this little city in the south east near the Alps.  Mmmmm it was
very cold there a lot and Melissa and I were always such good friends that
we knew how to warm each other up once we were old enough to know what felt
good.  The boys would always come looking for us, but they knew we would be
together.  Sometimes we let them join...but not all the time."

       Michelle giggled and pressed on with her story as Alyssa listened
with open-mouthed amazement.  There was no indication Michelle was lying to
her.  She seemed utterly convincing and Alyssa realized this was really the
first time she had heard anything about Michelle's background.  She really
knew nothing about her except how her sluttiness rivaled theirs and what a
great fuck she was.

       Alyssa found herself very interested in these little answers about
who Michelle was and how she had gotten here, but of course she was most
interested in the sexy parts.

       "Mmmm Melissa was actually the first girl to make me come," Michelle
continued.  "We would always spend so much time together and have...you
know...what you call sleepovers with each other.  And we would see our
bodies grow and I knew she liked what she saw on me and I loved her always.
Mmmm we would practice kissing and then we would touch and do more and more
until we could barely have clothes on when we were with each other.  We
would always make each other come so much and she was so delicious to kiss
and lick.  She was my best friend in France.  I miss her.  We grew up
together and went to school together and we were even recruited together."

       "Recruited?" Alyssa asked, that word sticking out suddenly and
Michelle's face got flustered for a moment.

       "I mean...how you say...not recruited...that was the wrong word..."
Michelle said, searching for a better one to keep from saying too much.
"It is, what you mean when someone finds you and wants you to be model or
singer here."

       "You mean discovered?" Alyssa suggested.

       "Yes!  That is what I meant!" Michelle gratefully declared, relieved
to have found the word.  "We were discovered together to be models.  She is
so famous now in France.  She has probably forgotten about her Michelle.
But we were such close friends."

       "Tell me more," Alyssa pressed.  "I want to know every nasty detail
about you and her fucking.  Don't leave a single thing out.  Tell me about
the first time you kissed.  Tell me about the first time you fucked.  Tell
me about every time you licked her.  Tell me everything."

       "Ohhh I do not know Alyssa," Michelle teased, batting her beautiful
blue eyes.  "You did not believe me when I told you first.  You called me a
liar.  That was not nice.  Perhaps I should not tell you any more."

       "Oh, you're going to tell me everything," Alyssa insisted.  "Don't
you get coy on me now you little slut!"

       "You will have to catch me first," Michelle giggled before she ran
off, happy to get her mind back where she wanted it...on hot sex and
nothing else that her memories of Melissa brought back.

       Alyssa was not about to tolerate her disobedient maid running off
and she tore after her, clicking the TV off in the process.  She was going
to get that information from Michelle and she knew just how to get it.
That slut was going to be writhing and screaming and giving up every wicked
secret she kept after going through what Alyssa had in mind for her.

       Rose was going to be kicking herself for missing this, Alyssa
thought with a smirk.  Oh well, it's her own damn fault for not answering
her phone.

* * * * *

       Missing Alyssa's call wasn't part of any plan Rose had to ignore her
housemate.  In fact, she wasn't answering her phone because she had turned
it off.

       Rose had serious business to attend to and since she was looking for
any opportunity she could to turn this business into pleasure, she didn't
want any distractions to throw her off her game, especially ringing cell
phones.  She had her eye on a serious prospect here and she was committed
to getting this little vixen under her sexual spell even if she had to drag
her to Malibu by her hair to do it.

       Of course Rose preferred a much more seductive form of persuasion
and she was confident that she could talk her prey out of her panties and
into a session of girl on girl debauchery that would leave her tingling
from head to toe.  But she felt she could do that to any girl, so this
little scrumptious piece of female flesh didn't shape up to be much of a
challenge in Rose's eyes.

       It had actually been a while since Rose had to seduce someone.
There had been too many willing pussies already nicely corrupted around her
at the mansion for Rose to crave any fresh meat, but today her stomach was
growling for it.  Her seduction skills had once been razor sharp and Rose
was confident time had not dulled them in the slightest.

       Rose's good spirits that morning had only been lifted higher by the
vigorous morning workout she had gone through with Elisha, Jessica and
Alyssa.  Each of them had been just how Rose liked it...naked and eager to
fuck.

       She had given all three of them deep helpings of Mr. Snappy and
thrown in tongue lashings for them at no extra cost, which she had been
more than repaid for when Jessica and Elisha had latched their lips to her
pussy while Alyssa had worked a toy of her own into her ass.  Rose wasn't
usually the one getting fucked, but Alyssa had known just how to do it
right and it had been nothing but intense ecstasy from her friend's toy up
her tight hole.

       That triple treat combo had sent Rose's pleasure peaking nicely in
an orgasmic cascade greedily licked up by her lovers but it had done
nothing to cool the lustful fire burning inside the brunette.  Now she was
staring right at her target and wondering if there would be resistance if
she walked up behind her and cupped her ass through her jeans while running
her tongue up her neck and whispering lewd nothings into her ear.

       With a sly grin, Rose predicted a major freakout would be the
reaction to that, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be fun to do it anyway.
Rose was going to make damn sure this girl knew exactly how bad she wanted
her and how there was no way she was leaving this house without the taste
of fresh pussy on her lips and tongue even if she was completely oblivious
to that now.

       "Oh my God!  It's perfect!  Just perfect!" Rachel Bilson gasped in
happy delight as her gaze traveled around the house, unaware that Rose was
thinking the same thing as she burned a hole in her jeans from staring at
her ass.

       "Be it ever so humble..." Rose replied.  "So you gonna go for it and
sign on the dotted line or are you gonna drag this out for another month or
so?"

       "I was so not dragging this out," Rachel pouted, crinkling her face
over Rose's remark.  "I just wanted to make sure.  This was a big decision
for me.  You only buy your first house once."

       "Just like losing your cherry, you never forget it," Rose teased,
getting Rachel to crinkle her face again.

       Ever since they had first met, Rose had gotten a thrill out of
teasing Rachel and getting her flustered.  Rose was a closet fan of "The
O.C." and she noticed that either Rachel was rubbing off on the writer's
vision of Summer or vice versa because the actress and character seemed
perfectly matched.

       The two had been locked in negotiations for the past six weeks for
Rachel to buy Rose's house.  Things had been dragging on as Rachel had
seemed to hem and haw over every detail but now she looked like she was
ready and Rose had insisted on handling the final details herself, if for
no other reason than to get a crack at Rachel.

       "I guess," Rachel said, not exactly buying into Rose's analogy.

       Something about this girl always weirded Rachel out.  She had heard
some crazy stories about Rose and hanging around with her always made her
nervous, so Rachel hadn't wanted to come to this alone.  She did love the
house and she did want it bad, but she was also kind of afraid that Rose
was going to chain her up or something and kidnap her.  It was crazy,
Rachel knew that.  Or was it?  After all there were all those stories about
Rose...

       Her boyfriend hadn't been able to make it, so Rachel had pulled
along the first friend she could find to protect her.  Luckily she'd said
yes to Rachel's pleas.

       "Wow Rachel, I can totally see like 20 ways you can redecorate
easily," Mischa Barton said as she wandered in from her own explorations of
the house.  "There's so much you can do here and almost make it like it's a
different house."

       "And what's wrong with the way I had it before?" Rose demanded.  "I
thought it was pretty fucking nice.  Sorry it's not up to your standards,
Mischa."

       "I...uhhhh...didn't mean that it was...you know...bad...I just
thought...ummmmm...it could be...you know...different," Mischa stammered
hoping she hadn't blown the deal for Rachel with her big mouth.

       It was hard for Rose to not crack a smile as she watched Mischa get
all flustered and when she finally started to laugh to show she had just
been kidding, the young actress let out a visible sigh of relief.

       "Relax, I liked it the way it was, but once you own it Rachel you
can paint it hot pink with white trim like it's Barbie's dream house for
all I care," Rose admitted.

       Rose hadn't used the house much since she had bought the mansion
with her friends.  She had crashed here once or twice when she was too
tired to drive the freeway, but for the most part she had been renting it
out pretty steady since she had moved to Malibu.  Now she was finally
cutting ties to it and it wasn't too much of a bittersweet moment for Rose.
The mansion was her home now.

       "Well I don't think I'll be going for the pink, but thanks for your
blessing anyway," Rachel said, wanting to get this wrapped up soon.  She
didn't like Rose's jokes and she just wanted to get the sale done and get
Rose out of here as soon as possible.

       "No problem," Rose said, giving Mischa the once over as the girl
turned around to study the architecture again.

       In all her lust for Rachel, Rose had almost forgotten the young
brunette wasn't the only hot bitch there.  Mischa's presence that day had
been a surprise, but one Rose hadn't minded a bit.  She certainly wasn't
going to let Mischa Barton interfere with her goal of getting Rachel into
bed and if she ended up getting the both of them, then so much the better.

       Rose made sure that both girls got the full tour.  She showed them
every nook and cranny and tried to not be too visible in her lust for both
of the young television stars.  It was fun to get them flustered but Rose
knew if she didn't get them to relax soon they were going to scream and run
when she made her move.  So she shelved the teasing temporarily and showed
the duo everything the house had to offer.

       "It's got more than enough space for two and any friends who end up
crashing on your couch," Rose declared, like she was going for her real
estate license.  "Is it just going to be you Rachel?  Or you going to be
living with someone?"

       "My boyfriend," Rachel replied a little defensively, wondering where
Rose was going with this.  "He's moving in with me.  It's going to be my
house...but I guess it's going to be ours too."

       "Awwwww young love, how sweet," Rose grinned, shaking her head
internally as she considered the injustice of Rachel wasting such a sweet,
hot body on a mere boy.  "If you do get bored with just each other though,
don't worry.  This house is perfect for hosting a good orgy.  Don't make it
too big though.  A nice, medium sized orgy will do just fine."

       Rose had been unable to resist that one and she stifled a laugh when
she turned around to see Rachel and Mischa staring at her with their mouths
open.  Rose knew they had the same thought.  They were wondering if she was
playing them or not.

       "Just kidding," Rose lied.  If only they knew the truth.  Rose
considered herself the Martha Stewart of planning an orgy and if things
went right with these girls they'd soon see that for themselves.

       That relaxed Rachel and Mischa and Rose continued showing them
around the house.  Rose played her tour guide role straight and refrained
from revealing to the girls which rooms she'd fucked in and which ones
she'd never had the chance to christen even though she wanted to be able to
see the look on their faces at the sound of that confession.

       Besides the tour of which rooms she hadn't fucked in would have been
a short one.  Rose had pretty much gone wild in every room here.

       "I guess that covers everything," Rachel finally declared.  "This
place really is great Rose.  I loved it from the second I saw it."

       "Well you haven't quite seen everything yet," Rose pointed out.
"After all I haven't given you the tour of my bedroom yet..."

       Rose let that hang out there to gauge a reaction and she quickly got
one from Mischa who looked like she was getting very flustered.  Her soft,
pale face looked like it was fighting off a major blush.

       "Ummmm why don't you show that to Rachel," Mischa offered.  "I'll
just umm...wander around. You know to see if I have any more decorating
ideas..."

       "Suit yourself," Rose said, willing to trade Mischa's absence to get
Rachel in a place where she could make her move.

       But before Mischa could wander away, her friend put herself up as a
roadblock.

       "What are you doing?" Rachel whispered into Mischa's ear, hoping
Rose didn't hear her.  "Don't leave me alone with her."

       "It's ok...I'll be...be right back..." Mischa said, looking more and
more uncomfortable with every passing second.  "You won't even miss me."

       With that Mischa tore off away from them and Rose grabbed Rachel's
hand, making the younger brunette gasp at the contact.

       "C'mon Rachel..." Rose said.  "You'll love it.  Besides if you're as
in love with your boyfriend as you seem, this is where you'll be spending
most of your time."

       Rachel didn't know if she was being silly as Rose pulled her down
the hall toward her bedroom, but her heart was starting to pound in her
chest.  There was just something about Rose that made her nervous.  She
seemed normal sometimes but other times Rachel felt like she totally wanted
to kiss her or strangle her or something even sicker.  She just didn't know
what to make of Rose.

       She tried to calm herself as they got into the bedroom but she
wished Mischa hadn't left her alone.  What if Rose was dragging her to
where she and Marilyn Manson had hid the bodies?  What if Rose had lured
here as part of some sick game and this was how she got off?  Locking
innocent girls in the closet!  Even as she tried to calm down, Rachel found
herself getting ready to scream at any second.

       But as uncomfortable as she was, Rachel did have to admit something.

       "Wow...this is really nice," Rachel said.

       "It was my favorite room after all," Rose smirked.  "Mmmmmmm and I
spent plenty of time here, believe me.  I loved showing this room off."

       "Yeahhhhh..." Rachel replied, not exactly sure what to say in
response.  She did have to admit she had just a little flickering of
interest in Rose's sex life.  After all she had heard lots of stories about
her and Marilyn Manson and more than a few wild rumors about what had
happened after they had broken up.

       "You ummmmm...have a lot of boyfriends Rose?" Rachel was unable to
stop herself from asking.

       "Well not as many as you'd think," Rose said with a twinkle in her
eye.  "A few lucky guys got in here.  Mmmmmm a lot more girls though.  And
whenever I got lonely I could always spend some time in here myself.
Ohhhhh if this room could talk..."

       "I guess you gotta do what you...hey!  Did you ummmmmmm just say
girls?" Rachel asked as the full impact of Rose's words finally sunk in.

       "Mmmmhmmm," Rose said as she took the liberty of crawling onto the
bed.  It wasn't really her bed anymore, but that didn't stop her from
making it her own then and there. "Guys just couldn't keep up with me.  I
had to turn to girls.  You never have to wait for them to get hard mmmmm
and they never cry when you spank them and say you wanna fuck them in the
ass.  Of course not all girls can keep up with me either.  There have been
so many girls I left passed out sticky with cum right here in this room
while I was ready for more.  Mmmmmmm so there were a lot of nights I'd just
have to finger myself to sleep.  I got myself off in this bed so many times
I've completely lost count.  Oooooh those are some sweet memories."

       Rachel looked like she was going to choke on her tongue as Rose's
confession proceeded.  She had never expected the conversation to turn like
this.  She was desperate for Mischa to get back in here and carry her out
of the room because her own feet were frozen to the floor.

       Rose's grin got wider as she saw Rachel's reaction.  It was just
what she wanted.  She knew Rachel was going to be easy the second she met
her.  All she had to do was wait for the right moment to spring the trap
and she would have her.  It wouldn't be long now before they were both
naked in this bed.

       Like a feline in heat, Rose crawled around the bed until she reached
the top and stretched herself out, resting her head on the pillows as she
moved her hand down and began stripping off her cowboy boots.  Getting the
boots off wasn't as smooth as Rose wanted it to be, but she was willing to
forgo style points here to get the job done.

       The first one hit the floor with a soft thud against the carpeting,
the sound slightly snapping Rachel out of the trance she'd fallen into.

       "What?  What are you...you doing?" Rachel murmured, her heart
starting to skip in her chest.

       "I just can't help it," Rose admitted with a sexy shrug of her
shoulders and a toss back of her dark locks of hair as the second boot hit
the floor.  "Sorry Rachel, but mmmmmm when my pussy demands attention I've
just gotta play with it.  Thinking about all the guys I've fucked here and
all those pretty girls I left moaning and drooling has got me all tingly
and I just have to touch myself.  You don't mind, do you?"

       Rose then sucked one of her fingers and ran it over the brown blouse
she was wearing, teasing her nipples and making sure Rachel got a chance to
see them poking out against the material.  Rose kept her voice innocent and
natural, as if this was an every day activity, which of course for her it
was.

       "I do...I do mind...you...you can't...can't just do that here,"
Rachel claimed, forcing the words past her lips.  Her head was spinning in
disbelief.  Was Rose really about to get naked in front of her or was she
just teasing?  Rachel expected Rose to say she was just kidding again, but
it didn't happen and instead Rose pressed on.

       "C'monnnnnnnn there's no harm in a little finger play," Rose purred,
stretching out her body and pressing her chest out for maximum breast
enhancement.  "Mmmmm I've done it in here so many times already.  There's
plenty of room on the bed Rachel.  You can even join in if you want.  I can
just scoot over and you can get next to me and show me how you like to make
that hot little body of yours cream."

       "I don't..." Rachel began to say before she stopped herself.

       Her legs suddenly felt very weak.  Rose wasn't playing around.  She
was really going to do this?  She was sick!  She was a total perv!  But
even as she told herself this, Rachel couldn't stop watching the
raven-haired sex goddess.

       "Whoa!  Are you telling me you don't ever get yourself off?" Rose
demanded with laughter showing her obvious shock.  "What are you?  A
fucking nun?"

       "No...I told...told you...I've got a...got a boyfriend," Rachel
replied nervously, unable to pull her eyes off the outstretched girl in the
bed or stop herself from responding to her rude questions.

       "So?" Rose snorted.  "Are you telling me you can get more than what?
Two or three orgasms off him before he passes out?  How is that possibly
enough?  Are you honestly telling me Rachel that you never give yourself
the two finger discount after he's come and you haven't?"

       "No..." Rachel insisted.

       "Never double click the remote while your boyfriend is snoring
away?" Rose pressed with disbelief. She had to get herself off at least
five times a day.  How could Rachel stand not having the same treatment?

       "No..." Rachel repeated.

       "You never get high on life in the shower in the morning?" Rose
demanded.

       "No!" Rachel said more forcefully.

       "Never go to self therapy?" Rose said, shaking her head.

       "No!  Stop it!" Rachel's anger and frustration growing.  "Stop
talking like that!"

       "I just can't believe it!" Rose declared.  "How do you live?  You
get in bed this instant!  Mmmmm Rose is gonna teach you all about how to
rub the magic bottle."

       "Ewww..." Rachel shot back, her face crinkling as if she'd gone into
character.  "You're a fucking perv Rose!  I knew this was a mistake!  I'm
out of here!"

       "Then why aren't your feet moving Rachel?" Rose grinned.  "Face it
baby.  You're way too repressed and you know it.  You don't want me to
stop.  You want me to show you how to pull that stick out of your ass and
use it on your sweet little pussy till you're screaming and creaming."

       "I don't...I don't want this," Rachel shot back, but unable to avoid
noticing her feet were still not moving.

       "Well I do," Rose declared as she emphatically made her point by
pulling her blouse off and showing the bare tits underneath.  "And if
you're gonna just stand there then you're gonna be watching me.  You can
leave if you want, but I know you want something else Rachel even if you're
too scared to admit it."

       "I don't..." Rachel repeated.

       "Suit yourself," Rose shrugged before moaning as her hands began
attending to her nipples, rolling them under her thumbs as her hands cupped
her own tits.  "Mmmm but you're not gonna spoil my fun."

       Rose's moans continued as she played with her breasts, teasing and
tugging on her nipples until they had swelled up nicely.  Rose sucked
hungrily on her fingers and then moved them back to her tits, getting her
flesh slick with saliva.  She fondled her own chest remembering all the
good times she'd had in this room.  A few of her sexy memories involved
former boyfriends but for the most part it was all about girls.

       She thought about how she had gotten Sarah and Love in her bed that
first time and used Mr. Snappy on them to pay them back for fucking her so
good with it in her trailer.  She thought back to those nights before
they'd gotten the mansion when Sarah and Love and Jennifer had crashed here
and how they'd always ended up passed out in a mess of naked girl flesh and
always woken up ready to lick.  She thought about bringing Christina home
after that first time in the club and fucking that little whore's ass
mercilessly while she'd howled for more and pledged eternal devotion to
her.

       Thinking back to all the hot girls she'd brought into her bedroom
and all the times she'd come from them had Rose's pussy juicing her panties
and it no longer mattered if Rachel was here or not.  Rose was doing this.
Of course having an audience made it better and Rose made it clear that she
hadn't forgotten about Rachel.

       "Mmmmmmmm don't you wish you were doing this too Rachel?" Rose
moaned as a hand moved off her breasts and slid down her stomach toward her
pants.  "A body like yours needs constant loving and you're just being
cruel to yourself if you're not giving it what it needs.  Mmmmmm you could
be here with me...getting naked...playing with those lovely tits of yours
and getting your pussy ready to burst all over your fingers.  Don't pretend
you've never done this before.  You might not have done it in awhile but
you know how fucking good it feels and you know deep down you're burning to
let go and do it with me."

       Rachel's mouth was dry and she couldn't tear her eyes away from
Rose.  What the fuck was going on?  Why was she watching this woman
masturbate right in front of her?  Why couldn't she turn away?  Why was she
starting to hope that Rose wouldn't stop and do exactly what she was
threatening to do?

       Rose might have been crazy and she might have been a perv, but
Rachel also knew that she was right.  She did know how good it felt to
touch herself.  Of course she had done it before but it had felt like
forever since she had.  She was with her boyfriend now and she wasn't
supposed to have to do that anymore.  She had locked away the desire for
her own fingers or the toys she'd used to own.  But now Rose was picking
that lock and it was getting harder for Rachel to stifle her desires.

       Part of Rachel wanted to listen to Rose's siren call and crawl into
bed and enjoy herself.  She knew just how to do all the things she enjoyed
to get off and Rachel would have relished the pleasure of a self-caused
orgasm.  But she wasn't naive.  She knew Rose wanted more.  All that talk
about sex with girls and now this?  Rachel knew Rose wanted to fuck her and
the thought filled her stomach with butterflies.

       She had never been with another girl and she'd never even really
thought about it before.  But now the reality of what Rose wanted was
inescapable and Rachel couldn't help but wonder if it would be so bad?
Wait...yes...of course it would.  She couldn't cheat on her boyfriend.  She
couldn't do it with another girl.  It was wrong.  She had to resist Rose.

       Rose could easily see the turmoil going on inside Rachel.  It was
obvious in her eyes.  And now that things were getting hot, Rose decided it
was time to bring them to a boil.

       "Poor girl, you must be squirming in those clothes...just dying to
get out of them," Rose purred as her hand popped open the button of her
jeans and slid inside and under her panties.  "I can see you staring at my
tits Rachel.  You like how they bounce as I touch myself, don't you?  Mmmmm
you like seeing those hard nipples on my soft, pink tits?  Ughhhhhh
yesssssssssssss just watch me Rachel.  Watch my tits shake for you as I
play with my pussy.  Want to see more?  Want me to take off my jeans to
show you how fucking wet my panties are?  Ooooh maybe you want even more
than that.  Maybe you want to see my panties off so you can get a good look
at my pussy.  Is that what you want Rachel?"

       The frozen brunette shook her head "no" but her face continued to
give a different story.  Her eyes showed the battle inside to try and hold
back her lustful curiosity and Rose detected a hint of a smile on Rachel's
lips at the sound of her offer.

       "Oh yeah, it's definitely what you want," Rose smirked.  "Mmmm and
it's just what you're gonna get Rachel."

       Making sure the girl's eyes were locked right on her, Rose began
pushing down her jeans.  All she had underneath was a red lace thong and
Rachel didn't even have to be up close to see how soaked it was.  She could
smell Rose's sexual arousal and the thought drifted into Rachel's head that
she could probably taste her from where she was if she just stuck out her
tongue.

       But as soon as she had that thought, Rachel pushed it out of her
head.  Ewwww!  She couldn't think like that!  She couldn't be having
lesbian thoughts.  She had to get out of here!

       Summoning her resolve, Rachel actually began to move her feet and
she inched slowly away from the bed and towards the door, but as soon as
she did that, Rose was beckoning her back with her words and her actions.

       "Oh no, you can't leave," Rose insisted.  "I'm not letting you leave
this room until you give in to the pleasure Rachel.  You're dying for it.
Don't be scared.  Just come here and lie back with me.  It's going to feel
so good."

       "Please...don't do this..." Rachel whispered.  She didn't want these
weird feelings.  She didn't want to masturbate.  She didn't want to see how
good Rose looked stripped down to her thong.  She didn't want to be getting
wet from Rose's show.

       "Stop pretending you don't like what you see," Rose challenged.
"Come to me Rachel.  Get in bed.  Get naked.  Give your pussy what it
needs.  Rub that little love button of yours with me.  Mmmmmmm you're not
gonna regret it."

       "I...I...I..." Rachel said in what was now familiar stammering.  But
that was all she got out before she fell silent again at the sight of Rose
pushing her red thong off.  She pushed the wet garment down her legs and
grabbed it with her hands.  Rachel could only gasp as Rose pulled her own
panties to her face and inhaled the aroused scent.

       "Don't worry, I share," Rose giggled before stretchihg her thong
with her fingers and slingshotting it right at Rachel.  Her aim was perfect
and she hit Rachel directly.  The girl let out a small yelp as she was
pelted by the silk thong but that didn't stop her from grabbing it.

       "How long has it been since you experienced the scent of a horny
woman?" Rose pressed.  "I bet it's been a long time since that boyfriend of
yours made you as wet as I am now.  Go on sweetie.  You can breathe it in.
Just like its perfume.  Do it!"

       Rose then slid her hands over her exposed pussy and began moaning
and writhing on the bed as she touched herself.  Rose rubbed her eager
fingers over her slit and spread her lips open to make sure Rachel saw
plenty of pink.  With an aroused grunt, Rose penetrated herself and began
working her fingers into her pussy, her breasts jiggling enticingly with
every thrust.

       What am I doing?  Rachel asked herself as she stopped her retreat
and clutched Rose's discarded thong in her hand.  This was crazy.  It was
absolutely insane.  But she couldn't take her eyes off Rose's beautiful
body as she fingered herself on the bed.  She looked gorgeous.  Rachel had
never seen a more beautiful woman in her life and she felt herself
unconsciously walking forward.

       It was like she was under some kind of sexual spell.  Rachel could
hear the wet squishing sounds of Rose's fingers pushing into her pussy and
she began longing for it.  She started sweating under her clothes and
suddenly the idea of taking them off and joining Rose on the bed didn't
seem so bad anymore.  Rose didn't seem like such a pervert to her anymore.

       Was she losing her mind?  The part of Rachel's young brain that was
still thinking logically told her that was exactly what was happening and
that she had to stop this before it went any further.  But that part was
shrinking and the part of her brain that was growing was the part that
thought Rose touching herself was the hottest thing she had ever seen in
her life.

       "Come to me Rachel," Rose beckoned, her fingers still hard at work.
She had one hand spreading her pussy lips wide, rubbing them in the process
as she other pushed two fingers inside her folds.  "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!  Mmmmm
it's not gonna take me long to come and I want you here with me when I do!
You're not going to be doing anything wrong.  You'll just be playing with
yourself.  And you like how that feels don't you?"

       This time Rachel couldn't resist answering in the affirmative and
she nodded her head.  Her whole body felt woozy and Rachel didn't know how
it all happened, but it was like she wasn't even in control of herself
anymore.

       "Take my panties and breathe them in, remind yourself just how hot a
woman's scent is Rachel," Rose urged, her words starting to come out as
gasps from her fucking herself.  "Remember when you used to get that hot
and then come here and do it to yourself."

       Before she could even stop herself, Rachel pulled Rose's crumpled
thong to her face and took a breath.  Mmmmmmmmmm fuck.  She smelled
soooooooo good.  Rachel couldn't believe she was doing something so crazy
and pervy, but she felt horniness pulsing inside her so wickedly and she
was weakening with every moment.

       The steps backwards were long undone and when Rose continued to call
her to the bed, Rachel moved toward it slowly.  She didn't feel her feet
move and she certainly didn't feel like she was willing them forward, but
she was definitely walking toward the bed and right toward Rose.  She felt
completely powerless to stop herself.

       "That's it sweetie.  Don't be afraid," Rose grinned, still touching
herself, but slowing down.  She pulled her juice coated fingers out of her
pussy and made sure Rachel got a great look at her hungrily sucking them
clean as her other hand continued to massage her pussy lips.

       "Get into bed," Rose gently commanded the enthralled actress.
"After all this is going to be your bedroom soon enough.  You might as well
christen it the right way.  Come and play with me Rachel."

       Unable to find the power to speak, Rachel let her actions speak for
her.  She hesitated upon reaching the edge of the bed, but that lasted
about as long as it took for Rose to finish sucking her fingers and pull
them out of her mouth with a wet pop.

       "Mmmmm yummy," Rose grinned.  "Get those clothes off Rachel and you
get to have a taste too."

       Unsure if Rose meant a taste of her own juices or something entirely
more lesbian, Rachel tried to stop herself.  But she couldn't.  She was too
turned on now to stop.  She had to see where this went.

       It had been too long since she had felt her own touch.  She had
depended on her boyfriend too much and she needed more than him.  Rachel
knew that now.  She knew Rose was right.

       Crawling into bed, Rachel did her best to forget she was lying next
to a naked woman and that she was in the strangest situation she had ever
been in.  She tried only to focus on the heat from her pussy and the
dripping desire soaking her panties and compelling her to do this.

       "Let's get these off first," Rose declared, pulling both of her
hands away from her own body to get Rachel's shoes off.  She could easily
have just let Rachel do it, but Rose didn't want to wait and, besides, she
wanted Rachel to start to get used to the feel of her hands on her body.

       Rachel gasped slightly as she felt Rose pulling off her shoes and
casting them onto the floor, followed by her socks, leaving her feet bare.
Rose felt an impulse to give Rachel's nervously wiggling toes a hot kiss
and lick, but she restrained herself.  She didn't want the girl freaking
out and that was an advanced level of girl sex.

       Rose then reached for the rest of Rachel's clothes, but she was
quickly stopped.

       "I can do it..." Rachel said, the first words to pass her lips in
what felt like hours.  Her voice was barely above a whisper and Rose saw
the confusion and fear all over her face, but also the desire.

       "Then do it Rachel," Rose pressed.  "Get those clothes off.  Show me
your body like I showed you mine."

       Not believing she was undressing with another woman next to her,
Rachel swallowed hard and pulled her slip dress over her head.  Why was she
doing this?  Why was it feeling so good? Rachel didn't know the answers but
she did know this was exciting her like nothing else had in the same time.
It was like the first time she had ever had sex.  But she wasn't going to
have sex with Rose.  Was she?

       As that thought lingered Rachel threw her dress down onto the floor
leaving her still pretty much fully dressed.  She had worn jeans and a tank
top underneath, but no bra and it was easy for Rose to see how hard her
nipples were getting against her pink and white top.

       "Mmmm you do want this.  I knew it," Rose grinned.  "Relax baby.
You're going to be so happy you did this."

       Rachel then received a shock to her system when Rose pressed her
naked body right up to hers and began inching up her tank top.  She
supposed she should have been expecting it, but she still gasped.  And then
came another shock when she tried to force Rose's hands off her and get her
not to do this and she found she couldn't.

       She was enjoying it too much to make Rose stop.  She loved the feel
of her soft, full breasts crushing into her body and the feel of feminine
hands taking off her top.

       "I...never...with..." Rachel began, trying to tell Rose she'd never
done these sorts of things with another girl before.  But before she could
she was interrupted by Rose pressing a finger to her lips.

       "Shhhh..." Rose said.  "Let me take care of you.  Let me show you
how good you can make yourself feel every day."

       Rose had put many notches on her bed post over the years.  Sometimes
she was rough and demanding and made sure the girl she was seducing knew
full well she was her bitch.  But at times like this Rose knew it was best
to be gentle.

       She almost had Rachel.  She could feel the girl was right on the
verge of breaking the dam of her inhibitions and surrendering to the
desires pumping through her veins.

       Pulling up Rachel's top, Rose licked her lips at the sight of her
newest conquest's succulent bare breasts.  They looked so damn perky and
were capped off by two of the pinkest pebble nipples Rose had ever seen.
She longed to reach down and lick them and see if they tasted as good as
they looked, but she waited.  It was too soon for that.  She just had to
have the tiniest bit of patience and she knew Rachel would be hers.

       "Now it's going to get really good," Rose promised slyly as she
reached for Rachel's jeans.  She undid the button and pulled down her
zipper, doing it slowly on purpose.  She wanted Rachel to hear every click
of the zipper and savor the sounds of her seduction.

       Rachel was unable to stifle an aroused moan of impatience.  Now she
was starting to really want this.  The more Rose touched her, the hornier
she got.  Rachel knew this was exactly what Rose wanted to happen, but she
didn't care.  It felt too good to stop or think or worry or do anything but
just lie back and get touched.

       Staring up at Rachel and biting her lip to keep herself from just
devouring this quivering mass of confused woman before her, Rose eased down
Rachel's jeans and found herself staring at pale blue panties that were
positively soaked, maybe even more than hers had been.

       Rose deeply breathed in the scent of Rachel's arousal, closing her
eyes to let it properly impact her senses.  She longed to tear those
panties off and just feast on Rachel's wetness.

       But Rose clung to the last threads of her self control and didn't go
on the attack yet.

       Instead she began inching down Rachel's thin blue panties. Dry they
didn't do much to hide her neatly trimmed dark bush and wet they were
practically see-through.  Rose pulled them away with all deliberate
slowness, making sure Rachel could feel the wet garment being stripped off
her flesh.  Peering up again, Rose saw Rachel moaning softly and writhing
on the bed and sensed she almost had her.

       Once Rachel's panties were on the floor with the rest of their
clothes, Rose pulled herself back up until they were face to face.  The two
naked actresses stared at each other, Rose with a heated gaze of obvious
lust and Rachel with a nervous eagerness.  Rose's lips were mere inches
away from Rachel's and the girl virgin unconsciously parted her mouth,
bringing a smile to Rose's face.

       Rose crept in closer, moving her face toward Rachel's until their
noses were practically touching.  Rose could see what Rachel wanted in her
eyes even if the girl still couldn't admit it yet, but instead of going in
for the kill, Rose decided to tease a little more.  Things were hot here,
very hot in fact, but Rose knew she could still raise the temperature a
little bit more.

       "Touch yourself," Rose commanded, taking Rachel's hand and guiding
it between her legs.  "Play with your pussy Rachel.  Do it just like I'm
doing."

       Rose then rolled away from Rachel and back onto her back, leaving
the girl with her hand between her own legs and a disappointed look on her
face.

       "Something wrong Rachel?" Rose inquired with a grin as she resumed
touching herself.

       "No...I...I...just thought..." Rachel began.  These words were so
hard to push out.  But they were the truth.  That was probably what made
them hardest.  She wasn't ready for these feelings Rose was inspiring
within her.

       "What?" Rose baited.  "What did you think I was gonna do?"

       "I ummm...gawwd...I...I thought you were gonna...you know...kiss
me..." Rachel forced past her lips, her face getting red with a deep blush.

       "Do you want me to kiss you?" Rose purred, her voice a moan as she
continued to play with herself, working her fingers back into her pussy
with even more force now that she knew Rachel was hers.

       "No...I...yes...ohhhhhh I don't know!" Rachel finally snapped in
confused frustration.  "I don't know what the fuck I'm feeling anymore!
What the hell have you done to me Rose?"

       "Shhhh...just lie back and enjoy," Rose advised, moving back toward
Rachel and pressing the girl's hand between her legs again.  This time Rose
kept her hand there, guiding Rachel's over her pussy and masturbating the
girl.  Rose moved Rachel's hand over her own slippery lips and Rachel was
soon moaning in delight.

       "That's it," Rose urged.  "Rub your pretty little pink pussy for me
Rachel.  Touch those swollen lips and get yourself all wet to finger.  You
don't even need me to show you how to do this.  You know how to make
yourself feel good, don't you?"

       "Yessssssssssssss..." Rachel hissed as pleasure shot up her spine
from the touch to her slit.

       Her frustration just fizzled away and it was replaced with white hot
lust for this not to stop.  Of course she didn't need Rose to guide her
hand and show her how to masturbate, but she loved how it felt.  She loved
the adrenaline that was filling her body from it.

       "Rub yourself," Rose whispered in Rachel's ear, the volume of her
voice easily eclipsed by the sound of Rachel's moans.  "I wanna see you get
your fingers all sticky and creamy.  Mmmm I've wanted you out of those damn
clothes since the first second I saw you Rachel and now you're mine."

       "Mmmmmmmmmm yessssssss yourrrrrrrrs..." Rachel cried.  She didn't
want to fight off Rose's advances anymore.  Logic was out the window and
now Rachel just wanted to surrender to the erotic promises that dripped off
every word out of Rose's mouth.

       Rose slowly eased her hand off of Rachel's and smiled with glee when
she saw the girl continue to masturbate.  Rachel pawed at her pussy,
rubbing her lips with growing lust and when she finally penetrated herself
with her fingers and let out a sharp gasp of pleasure, Rose stopped holding
herself back.

       Without a second's further delay, Rose pressed her lips to Rachel's
in a kiss.  The younger girl's eyes grew wide with anxiety, but the
tenderness of her first same sex kiss soon overwhelmed her.  Rachel relaxed
and let Rose kiss her, her heart fluttering at the feel of her soft lips
against hers.  Rose's tongue flickered out, teasing Rachel's lips and
tasting her lipstick and Rachel finally opened her own mouth, inviting Rose
inside before she could tell herself not to do it.

       Rose took full advantage of the invitation and kissed Rachel with
passion.  She didn't just jam her tongue in.  That would have worked with
someone like Christina, but Rose went for loving lust this time.  She took
Rachel's face in her hands and gave her an energetic, but soft kiss, slowly
sucking her tongue into her mouth and exploring her newest conquest with
enthusiasm but without getting too aggressive.

       "Wow..." Rachel was left gasping when Rose eventually ended the
kiss.  It had just been one kiss, but her mind was completely blown.  She
had never been kissed like that in her life and it made her want more.  A
lot more.  Her lips suddenly felt very lonely without Rose's up against
them.

       But that feeling didn't have long to linger because a new feeling of
pleasure shot through her naked body when Rose started paying attention to
her tits.  Rachel had such lovely C cup tits that the television cameras
never did justice to and Rose paid homage to them by cupping them in her
hands and massaging them gently as she pressed another kiss to Rachel's
lips.

       Rachel just lay back and moaned into Rose's mouth.  She wasn't
thinking anymore about how strange this all was and how she never acted
like this.  She was just reacting to the pleasure Rose was giving her.  She
closed her eyes and let Rose touch her tongue with her own and explore her
mouth fully.  Her nipples stiffened even more under Rose's soft touch and
Rachel felt her pussy begin to drip.  The sensation of her own juices start
to drool off her slit and onto her thighs made her moans louder and longer
and sent shivers of ecstasy rippling through her.

       "Kiss me back," Rose instructed. "Don't just lie there.  I don't
want a sex doll.  Show me how much this is turning you on.  Make me feel
how wet it's getting you."

       Rachel's body tensed up at the request.  Could she do that?  Could
she kiss and touch another woman?  It was one thing to be kissed and lie
back.  It was like it wasn't really happening to her.  But to kiss back
meant it was real and she wanted it.  Rachel's moment of doubt ended,
though, when Rose's mouth moved off hers and onto her tits.

       With a squeal of pleasure, Rachel arched herself up on the bed as
Rose squeezed her tits a little harder and pushed her nipple up to her
waiting mouth.  Rose gave Rachel's pink nipples a thorough tongue bath,
making the tiny pebbles almost razor sharp.  She began her tongue play on
Rachel's left breast before turning over to the right and then going back
and forth while Rachel combined gasps with moans in a medley of pleasure
sounds.

       This weakened what was left of Rachel's resolve and the next time
Rose kissed her, she knew what to do.  Rose wormed her tongue back into her
mouth and this time Rachel met it with the massage of her own tongue.  The
two girls' tongues rubbed together as they wetly frenched each other, their
bare tits touching in an aroused grind that made both of them shiver.

       Rachel felt her confidence grow and her inhibitions fade as she
started really kissing another woman for the first time.  She began kissing
with more enthusiasm, accepting that not only was the feel of another
woman's tongue in her mouth not unpleasant, it was something she actually
liked.  It was something she really liked.

       Now it was Rachel's turn to get Rose's face in her hands and kiss
her with passion.  It was so different than a boy's kiss.  So much softer
and even sexier.  Rachel couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this
and the more it turned her on, the harder she kissed Rose.  But Rose still
wanted more.

       "Touch me," Rose urged.  "Use your hands on me Rachel."

       With only a touch of hesitation, Rachel moved her hands off Rose's
face and onto her back.  Since this was all new to her, Rachel wasn't quite
sure where to touch but she had just been going on instinct for the last
little while, so why change that now?

       Taking Rose into a form of hug, Rachel wrapped her arms around her
and began caressing her bare back.  Rose helpfully assisted by pulling
herself up so she was hovering over Rachel, giving the inexperienced girl
better access.  Rose then furthered things by reaching around her back and
giving Rachel's exploring hands a tug.

       "Lower," Rose said and Rachel, with a gulp, obeyed.  Her hands
strayed lower and lower and lower until...

       "Mmmmmmmmm good girl...now give it a squeeze," Rose moaned as
Rachel's hands arrived at her ass.  "I wanna feel your hands all over my
body."

       Rachel's first reaction was one of panic.  Oh my God, she thought to
herself, I'm touching another woman's naked butt.  But that feeling lasted
only as long as it took Rachel to get used to the soft feeling of Rose's
flesh.  Rachel did as she was told and gave Rose's cheeks a squeeze and,
even in her nervousness, Rachel couldn't stop a smile from crossing her
lips.

       She had given her own ass a squeeze from now and then as a test for
firmness, but this was way better.  Rose's ass felt so good under her
hands.  It was toned without being hard.  It was soft without being lumpy.
It was one of the sexiest things Rachel had ever felt and those feelings
got more intense when Rose kissed her again.

       This time it was a more forceful kiss as Rose gave Rachel a real
grind, not only pressing their tits together, but causing their exposed
pussies to make first contact with one another.

       "Ooooooooooooh," Rachel dreamily sighed.  She had never felt
anything like the touch of one woman's wetness against hers.  It was like
her pussy had never been this sensitive before and Rachel found herself
grinding her bare ass against the bedspread from the pleasure.

       "Just you wait," Rose promised, delighting in Rachel's reaction.
"Mmmm I'm gonna make this so much better.  By the time I'm done with you,
you're not going to even want that boyfriend of yours to touch you again.
You're just gonna want girls all day and all fucking night."

       Rachel didn't want that.  Or did she?  Everything Rose was doing was
confusing her and arousing her and Rachel was desperate for that arousal
not to stop.  She squeezed Rose's cheeks harder, cupping her ass and
gripping it to force Rose to grind against her harder, mixing their juices
together as their naked bodies rubbed on top of the bed.

       "So goooooood," Rachel grunted as she felt her clit beginning to
make its presence felt.  When she got good and horny, Rachel's clitoris had
always swelled up like a tiny pink balloon and Rose was definitely making
her good and horny.

       "Silly girl, you never should have resisted me," Rose smirked, her
eyes afire with the satisfaction that could only come from seduction before
brushing her hair out of her face and leaning away from Rachel's lips to
give further attention to her beautiful tits.

       Rose curved her body so she could still grind against Rachel while
she dined on her breasts.  Rose was falling into deep infatuation with
Rachel's body.  Her softly jiggling tits just demanded attention and Rose
was happy to give it to them both with her hands and her tongue.  She
licked and massaged every inch of tit flesh she could get at, leaving
Rachel moaning and writhing underneath her.

       "Only girls really know how to touch each other," Rose said with a
smile, getting some air before getting back to Rachel's chest.  "I'm going
to make damn sure you remember that Rachel."

       With another long moan, Rachel showed she believed Rose's claim and
why not.  No man had ever made her feel this good just by kissing and
playing with her breasts.  Rose's hands caressed the curves of her mounds,
molding them gently but firmly as her experienced tongue and lips made her
nipples almost impossibly hard.

       Rachel found her mind racing.  Her hands continued to grasp Rose's
ass cheeks and she slowly began moving them around, massaging them like her
lover was doing to her tits.  Rachel started to wonder about touching other
parts of Rose and how they'd feel different than when she touched her own
body.  She loved what Rose was doing to her breasts and she started
dreaming about Rose moving up on the bed and letting her breasts wave in
front of her face so she could lick and suck them and find out just what
another woman's boobs felt like mmmm and tasted like.

       Such a naughty thought made Rachel blush but she didn't stop
thinking it.  The only reason she didn't request it is that she didn't want
Rose to stop what she was doing.  With noisy smacks of her lips, Rose was
kissing all over her tits, leaving them coated in a lustful saliva glaze
and Rachel was showing her appreciation with moans flying off her lips in a
never ending loop, getting louder and happier with every touch to her
nipples.

       But Rose hadn't put in all this work just to stop her fun at
Rachel's chest.  The feel of the girl's wetness painting her pussy and over
to her thighs was more fuel to Rose's fire and she pulled away from
Rachel's tits with her horny grin at full blast.

       "Playtime is over," Rose informed Rachel with a wink.  "Now it's
time to get serious."

       Rachel didn't have to ask what that meant.  She just took a deep
breath and nodded her head.  Her heart felt like it was beating at a
dangerous pace.  The excitement and arousal pumped through Rachel's veins
and she didn't feel like she could have denied Rose anything at that point.

       Not that she wanted to deny her.  It had all been buildup to this
moment and Rachel wanted it so bad.  She wanted to come.  She needed to
come.  And she could see in Rose's eyes that there was no way she was not
going to get off from this.

       "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Rachel sighed like a cat mewing as Rose began
moving downward.  Rose let her tongue drag a trail down through her
cleavage and down her stomach, pausing only briefly to give Rachel's
bellybutton a lick and give the nervous girl a giggle from the tickling.

       Rose continued licking downward, but instead of going straight for
Rachel's pussy, she hung a left and instead pressed her lips to the girl's
thighs.  Rachel arched herself up on the bed again and let out a long,
delicious groan as Rose kissed her creamy thighs.  The skilled seductress
moved all around Rachel, everywhere except where she wanted her most to go.
Rose deliberately avoided Rachel's pussy, enjoying how the girl's moans got
needier with every passing second.

       "Please..." Rachel gasped.  The more Rose teased, the more she
wanted this and she didn't care that she was playing right into her hands.

       "Please what?" Rose played.  She didn't even need to spread Rachel's
legs.  Her pussy was opening itself up for her, it's pink folds flaring
open with wet heat that Rose could feel against her cheeks as she continued
kissing Rachel's thighs, tasting the juice that had already run down her
legs.

       "Mmmmmmm please...don't tease...do it..." Rachel sighed.  She was
getting so impatient but at the same time, Rose's delay was making her even
wetter.

       "Do what?" Rose coyly replied.  "You have to say it baby or else I'm
just not gonna do it."

       Rose stared up at Rachel and gave her a smirk that showed she wasn't
kidding.  Panic filled Rachel again, but not over these new feelings.  Now
it was the threat that Rose wouldn't finish her off after getting her this
hot and wet that frightened her.  That would have been the bitchiest thing
in the world and Rachel didn't even struggle against the woman's games.

       "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck me!" Rachel spit out past her horny mouth,
knowing what Rose wanted to hear.  "Eat me Rose!  Ughhhhhhhh do it you
nasty, mean bitch!  You got me so wet for you.  Show me it's as good as you
said it's gonna be!  Show me you're not all talk!  Eat me out Rose!  Stop
teasing me and fuck me with your tongue!  Just...OOOOOOOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYYYY
GAAAWWWWD!!!"

       Rachel's cry of ecstasy was the immediate response she had when Rose
interrupted her pleas with a long, tongue lash against her labia,
collecting up her glaze of juices and swallowing them down like wine.  Men
had gone down on her before but with just one lick Rachel realized that
Rose would easily put them all to shame.

       Rose didn't even have to ask if Rachel liked it.  Her cries and
desperate pleas for more were evidence enough.  Rachel's body began shaking
on the bed as Rose established a steady rhythm with her tongue.  Rose
worked up Rachel's pussy with constant licks over her aroused lips,
cleaning off the mix of their juices from their earlier grind and getting
every new drop Rachel fed her.  Rose swallowed it all down with glee.  The
morning snacks of Elisha, Jessica and Alyssa had only been an appetizer for
her cream starved tongue.

       "Oooooooooooooh ooooooooooh oooooooooooh..." Rachel panted, loving
the feel of Rose's tongue on her slit like nothing else.  Before this, oral
sex had been just a quick warm up before the fucking started.  Rachel had
never come just from another person's tongue.  But that was about to change
and she knew it as much as she knew anything.

       "Ohhhhhhhh God!  More!" Rachel begged, each tongue lash against her
pussy making her lurch.  "More Rose more!  Yesssssssss you were right!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh so fucking riiiiiiiiiight!  Mmmmmmm it feels so good!  Lick
me!  Lick up all my juices!  Ooooooooooooh I can't believe you're doing
this but it feels so gooooooooooooood!!!"

       Rose had to put her hands on Rachel's legs to steady her.  Otherwise
she might have knocked them both off the bed with her thrashing. Rose had
had that happen with girls in her bed before and while she knew well that
the carpet was soft enough to cushion a crash, all things being equal she
wanted to keep Rachel on the bed, especially since she was about to really
go for it.

       "Mmmmm you think it's good now?" Rose purred as she gave Rachel a
long look at how her juices were glazing her lips and down her chin.  "Just
wait Rachel.  Just wait till I really get started on this pussy of yours.
Mmmmm it's so tight and pink.  Such a pretty little pussy.  And now it's
mine.  I'm going to fuck this pretty pussy so good.  You've never been
fucked like I'm gonna fuck you Rachel!"

       Rose's bold promise and dirty talk had Rachel hissing and gasping in
passion, especially when she gave her slit another long lick and then moved
her hand away from her right leg to spread her lips open.  Flashing another
smirk, Rose delivered on her words by diving right into Rachel's splayed
pussy and licking away.

       "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!" Rachel screamed, her voice no doubt
easily heard throughout the house.  "AHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAHHHHHHH LICK IT
ROSE!  LICK MEEEEE!!! YESSSS YESSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! LICK IT!!!
LICK MY...MY PUSSY!  YESSSSSSSS LICK MY WET PUSSYYYYYYY!!!"

       Rachel couldn't recall ever having used "the p-word" in her life.
Usually whenever someone said it around her she'd crinkle her nose and give
them a whack in the arm to make them stop.  But now it didn't feel wrong or
nasty.  It felt liberating and sexy and dirty in all the right ways.  It
sounded so good coming off Rose's lips and Rachel wanted to be just like
her now.

       The intensity of the pleasure that was now flowing through her naked
body like a current had Rachel completely on edge.  Her hands were clawing
at the bedspread and she imagined that she could probably tear it open in
the state she was in.  The feeling of Rose's tongue was everything she had
promised and more.  Rachel now had a craving for orgasm inside her that she
didn't think she'd ever felt before and she knew Rose's tongue was the only
cure for it.

       Her first lick inside Rachel's pink folds was like biting into a
particularly juicy piece of fruit and Rose indulged herself in the taste
without delay.  Rose delighted in how worked up she'd gotten Rachel and she
couldn't even keep up with all the juice that drooled out when she started
working her girliest of parts over with her tongue.  What she couldn't get
just dribbled off her chin onto either her neck or the bedspread below and
Rose responded by licking harder.

       As her hand continued to spread Rachel's pussy open, Rose lapped
away at her quivering and moaning lover.  Rose gave Rachel's cunt lips a
thorough tongue bath and, just as Rachel started to get appropriately
anxious for it, began sliding inside.  She licked every inch of Rachel's
folds that she could get at, but deliberately avoided her clit.  Rose
didn't want to set Rachel off too early.  She wanted to do more tasting
first.

       Pressing her face flat against Rachel's pussy, Rose started tongue
fucking the younger girl.  This sent Rachel bucking forward again, forcing
her to fuck Rose's face just as the actress wanted.  Rose pistoned her
tongue hard into Rachel's cunt, making sure she got just close enough to
her clit to send pleasure shivers through her lover without pushing her too
far gone.

       Rachel let out a series of indecipherable cries, probably only
understandable by dogs or dolphins, as Rose worked her pussy over.  Her
nipples felt like they were at their absolute bursting point and every
nerve on her body was at its edge.  Rachel wanted to run her hands all over
her own body.  It was screaming to be touched, but she was frozen with
ecstasy where she was, just lying back with her nails clawing the bedspread
as she got the best head of her life.

       The only motion from Rachel, besides from her murmuring, moaning
lips was her hips rocking against Rose's face.  It was an unconscious move
from Rachel, but she was happy to cede control to her lustful instincts,
especially if it meant more of Rose's tongue in her pussy.

       "Gyyyyyyyyyhhhhhhhhhh!!!  Oooooooooh ooooooooh awwwwwwwwwwww
yesssssss ahhhhhhhh don't fucking stopppppp!!!" Rachel cried when she could
manage to push fully formed words past her lips.  "Mmmmmmm you're driving
me crazy Rose!  More!  I need morrrrrrrrre!  Ahhhhhhh don't stop eating my
pussy till I commmmme!!!"

       That was going to be Rose's plan whether Rachel was dead silent or
performing an aria, but it was always nice to be encouraged.  Rose's tongue
was deep in Rachel's pussy, pushing in and licking away with fast, neat
tongue strokes that showed Rose's experience.  There was nothing sloppy
about her technique and Rachel reaped all the benefits of the skillful
licking.

       Rose arched her back and pushed her ass in the air higher while she
got a better position on Rachel.  Her nose was nicely nestled against
Rachel's soft dark fur and her eyes craned upward so she didn't miss a
single reaction from her newest convert to the wonders of Sapphic sex.  By
coming in more from above, Rose was able to push her tongue in harder,
penetrating Rachel faster and with more energetic licks.

       This position also spread open Rose's pussy and she moaned into
Rachel as the cool air of the room tickled her own wetness.  She could feel
her juices dripping down her legs and it turned her on even more.  Unable
to resist, Rose moved the hand that had been entrusted with holding Rachel
down and snaked it around back to take care of her own needs.

       With a happy hiss shooting past her lips, Rose began fingering
herself again.  She had been wet before when she had just been playing with
herself, but now that she had Rachel's juices soaking her tongue, her pussy
was like a waterfall.

       Rose began quickly drilling herself with two of her fingers, not
showing any of the careful skill she was demonstrating on Rachel.  Rose was
going for fast and furious on herself and it was working as her pink walls
clamped around her fingers with ease, making it a wonderfully arousing fit
inside.

       Rachel had no idea what Rose was doing to herself and she didn't
care as long as her tongue was still working.  Her whole body was flushed
and her insides felt like there was pure adrenaline in her veins.
Everything tingled and she was having trouble catching her breath.  It was
all getting faster and faster and Rachel knew what this meant.

       "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gonna...gonna commmmmmme!!" Rachel gasped, her
breasts heaving as it took bursts of energy to push her words out.  She
assumed that warning would cause Rose to do whatever she could to get her
off.  But Rachel was wrong.

       "Mmmmm is that what you're gonna do sweetie?" Rose evilly teased,
pulling her tongue right out of her lover and sucking it back into her
mouth, moaning happily at the hot, creamy taste that coated it.  "You gonna
come for Rose?"

       "Yessssssssssss...don't stop!" Rachel wailed, furiously bucking her
hips to coax Rose back inside her.

       "But what if I don't want you to come?" Rose inquired.  If it was
possible for a woman to grow devil horns, at that moment she would have
done so and been perfectly happy about it.

       "Pleaaaaaaaase!" Rachel cried.  "Please let me come!"

       "Maybe I'd rather make you beg," Rose grinned.  "Maybe I'd rather
you be sorry for being such a brat earlier and have you get on your hands
and knees and beg me to fuck you and make you come."

       "Noooooooooo..." Rachel groaned in frustration before her horniness
quickly won out over her pride.  She was in no condition to put up any real
fight.  "Please Rose please...I beg you!  I beg you to eat me out and fuck
me and make me come!"

       "That's it Rachel!" Rose declared, loving her new game and keeping
the heat on her lover by sucking on Rachel's tender, flared pussy lips in
between words.  "Beg me!  Beg me to fuck you!  Beg me to lick your sweet
little cunt!"

       "Oooooooooooooh fuck meeeeeeee!!!" Rachel begged obediently.  "Lick
my sweet little...ohhhhhhhhh gawwwwwd...my sweet little cunt!  Lick it and
fuck it and make it feel gooooooooood!!!"

       "Mmmmmmm is this what you want?" Rose played on as she withdrew her
fingers from her own snatch and pushed the juicy digits into Rachel.  "You
wanna get your little pussy fucked?"

       "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Rachel loudly cried.  "FUCK ME ROSE!!!
OOOOOOOOH GET THOSE FINGERS IN MEEEEEE!!!"

       "Naughty girl...begging another woman to fuck you," Rose giggled,
feeling the familiar rush of having a beautiful woman at her mercy.  "Mmmmm
take those fingers baby!  Take them all the way up your creamy pink pussy!
You're gonna be fingering this pussy every night from now on, aren't you?
And you're gonna be doing it thinking of girls, not silly, useless boys!"

       "OHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!" Rachel promised.  "I'LL THINK OF GIRLS!!!
ONLY OF FUCKING GIRLS!!!  JUST DON'T STOP!!!  PLEASE DON'T STOP!!!"

       "Yeahhhhhh you're gonna be fingering yourself every morning, every
afternoon and every goddamn night," Rose pressed further.  "Mmmmm cause now
you belong to Rose and this pussy isn't for boys anymore!  It's just for
girls!  It's a dirty lesbo cunt!"

       "AHHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSS IT'S A DIRTY LESBO CUNT!" Rachel
mindlessly agreed.  "PLEEEEEEEEEASE MAKE ME CUM!!!"

       "Ohhhhhhh I dunno..." Rose drawled out slowly, pulling her fingers
out and starting to nibble on Rachel's pussy lips, making her writhe on the
bed.  "Promise to be a good girl?"

       "YESSSSSSSSS I PROMISE!!!" Rachel swore, her body and soul caring
only for one thing...orgasm.  "I FUCKING PROMISE TO BE A GOOD GIRL AND DO
WHATEVER YOU WANT ROSE!!  ANYTHING!!!  I...OOOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSSS
AHHHHHHHHHH LIKE THAT!!! YESSSSSSSS THAT'S THE SPOT!!!
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

       Rachel's cries poured out the second Rose took mercy and did what
she had been putting off for so long...attack Rachel's clitoris.  The
pleasure bud had been swollen and aching for attention forever and the end
of Rose's deliberate ignoring of it was trumpeted by the sounds of Rachel's
ecstatic screams.

       Rose loved how plump Rachel's clit was.  It was so easy for her to
get it right between her lips and feverishly suck on it.  Rose didn't even
have to ask Rachel when the last time was she had had this done to her.
The frenzied bouncing on the bed and high pitched squealing showed that her
clit had been sadly neglected for way too long.

       As Rachel wailed for more, Rose mentally shook her head.  No wonder
girls were so easy to seduce.  Boys just didn't know how to eat pussy.  How
they ever got anything done was beyond her.

       While she sucked hard on Rachel's clit, Rose kept her fingers hard
at work.  One hand was making sure Rachel's pussy was spread wide and the
other was fucking her right into a pleasure coma.  Rose alternated between
massaging Rachel's pussy lips and thrusting her fingers inside.

       The combination of Rose's mouth and fingers got Rachel back on the
verge in seconds and this time Rose had no intention of stopping.  The
girl's screams got wilder until they were virtually howls of pleasure and
when Rose delivered the finishing touch with a long kiss to Rachel's clit
and then a furious tongue lashing against her bud the roof nearly blew off
the house.

       "YESSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Rachel
screamed in orgasm, feeding Rose a mouthful of pussy cream in the process.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMM FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

       Rachel continued to scream out, mentioning God by name many times
and in such a loud cry that her voice no doubt reached heaven.  Her nails
finally did tear the bedspread as the pleasure gripped her and turned her
recently manicured fingers into claws, but neither girl cared.  Bedspreads
could easily be bought and pleasure like this was priceless.

       By the time Rachel's screams quieted to moans and her pleasure began
to cycle down, she had tears in her eyes.  It was like she had seen
paradise and returning to reality was agony.  Her brain was seriously
fogged over, but Rachel knew Rose had been right.  There was no way she
wasn't going to want this again and again and again.

       So when Rose pulled away from her still drooling pussy and planted a
wet, cummy kiss on her lips, Rachel didn't hesitate to kiss back.  She
hungrily moaned at the taste of her own sex cream and she found herself
craving it.  Rachel sucked hard on Rose's tongue and licked her lips and
even down her chin to get as much as she could.

       "Mmmmm someone's an eager little sex kitten now," Rose laughed.
"Good girl.  I knew this was just what you needed."

       "You were right...so right..." Rachel admitted in between kisses and
licks.  Her eyes were wide open now and there was not any more fear of
Rose, just lust and lots of it.

       "Well show me then.  Show me how right I was," Rose commanded as she
rolled off Rachel and flat onto her back on the bed, her tits jiggling as
she settled in.  "Show me how much you loved what I just did to you."

       When her gaze turned towards the doorway, Rose gasped for a second,
but that shock quickly disappeared and a giddy smile took its place as she
reached out and pulled Rachel to her.

       Surprisingly Rachel felt no hesitation.  She just gave Rose a long
kiss.  She heard Rose moan from the touch of her lips and it filled Rachel
with pride.  Now that she saw how good women could make each other feel she
wanted to be good at this.  She didn't want to disappoint Rose after
everything she had just done to her.

       Rachel's inhibitions were long gone as she set herself to exploring
Rose's body.  She kept kissing her, leaving saliva dripping from their lips
every time they broke for air.  Rachel couldn't get enough of tasting
herself over Rose's tongue and face and her heart skipped a beat as she
realized that soon she was going to be tasting Rose too.  That thought
didn't make her nervous though.  It made her want it bad.

       "You're so beautiful," Rachel declared as she gawked at Rose's naked
form, stretched out on the bed like a porcelain skinned goddess.  "I love
your body."

       "Then show me you love it," Rose instructed.  "I'm so wet for you
Rachel.  Make me feel good.  Show me everything you just learned."

       A tiny thought flickered in Rachel's brain that she could pay Rose
back for making her beg by turning the tables on her, but truthfully she
didn't have any idea how she was going to be able to do that.  Besides, now
that she had a new appreciation for the female form, Rose's body was too
good to even think about passing up for even just a little bit of teasing.

       With a hungry moan, Rachel took her first taste and touch of another
woman's breasts.  Just like Rose had done to her, Rachel massaged her
lover's mounds and started licking her nipples with slow, wet tongue
strokes.  Even though she'd never done this before, it now felt right to
Rachel.

       It felt natural to be kissing and touching another woman's breasts
and tonguing her swollen nipples and it felt very natural to hear Rose moan
from it.

       "Mmmmm good girl...oooooooh you were paying attention," Rose gasped
in pleasure when Rachel's lips clamped down on her left nipple and started
sucking.  "Mmmmm suck on my tits baby.  Show me what a naughty little girl
lover I turned you into."

       Rose's words filled Rachel's body with a rush of energy.  This did
feel naughty.  So naughty and so good.  She was still wet from her orgasm
and the feel of Rose's breasts in her hands and mouth didn't do a thing to
cool her down.  She let Rose's nipple wetly fall from her lips before going
right after the other one, squeezing her sexy flesh and licking as much as
she could as she indulged in the pleasure of hearing another woman cry out
from her touch.

       "You have the best tits I've ever seen," Rachel moaned, conveniently
ignoring the fact that she'd never actually been this close to another
woman's tits save for her own.  "Mmmmmm your body is so fucking hot Rose.
I wanna do what you just did to me.  I just wanna eat you up."

       "No one's stopping you," Rose pointed out, happy to see how easily
Rachel had taken to girl sex.  "Get to it baby.  My pussy needs your
tongue.  Give it to me Rachel!  Give me that slutty tongue of yours so I
can fucking cream it!"

       That image made Rachel squeal with lustful enthusiasm and she began
moving down Rose's body, barely containing her new excitement.  She would
never have dreamed that she would ever be doing this.  It had been the
furthest thing from her mind before now.  But there she was.

       No one would have believed it if they saw her like this.  Hell,
Mischa totally would have died if she walked in on this and found her naked
with another woman with their bodies all sweaty and glowing from sex.
Mischa never would have expected her to act this way.  No one Rachel knew
would have and that just made it more fun.

       It suddenly occurred to Rachel that she hadn't seen her friend in a
long time, but that thought evaporated as she caught the scent of Rose's
arousal in her nose.  She was so close to her and right now nothing
mattered to Rachel except getting her tongue inside her new friend's wet
pussy.

       Of course Rachel might have found herself focusing on something else
if she knew what Rose had known ever since she had turned over on her back.
Mischa hadn't wandered away too far.  She was now in the doorway staring
intently at the action in the bed.  But her wide-eyed gaze wasn't one of
shock.  It was clear that she loved what she saw.

       Mischa's nipples were diamond hard against her white tank top and it
looked like they were dying for some attention.  But Mischa wasn't able to
do that.  Her hands were busy elsewhere. One hand was holding up her short
blue skirt around her waist and the other was burrowed under her panties as
she furiously fingered herself and tried not to scream in pleasure over how
turned on the show was making her.

       Restraining the moans and cries of her arousal was getting
increasingly difficult for the young actress.  Mischa had never seen
anything this hot in her life.  She wanted to join in so badly.

       Rose had just fucked one of her best friends like an animal and all
Mischa wanted to do was tear off her own clothes and beg the brunette to do
the same to her.  But fear held her back.  She had never experienced
anything like this before and all her boldness and courage abandoned her at
the sight of it.

       Mischa had seen Rose catch her watching and her first impulse had
been to bolt...out the bedroom...out the door...and maybe even out of
California.  But she couldn't take her eyes off Rachel and Rose and since
Rose didn't say anything and had just kept on playing with Rachel, Mischa
had stayed where she was, fingering away at her sopping pussy.

       She had already soaked her black panties with one furious orgasm and
was well on her way to a second.  Mischa just couldn't get over what she
was seeing.  She didn't really know Rose, but she knew Rachel very well and
it was like the girl naked on the bed wasn't her friend at all.

       It was as if Rachel had been possessed by some porno actress or
something.  She was saying nasty words and doing crazy sex acts that Mischa
had never believed her friend would be capable of, even though she had
dreamed of having Rachel in this exact position.

       Mischa's stunned arousal at what she was witnessing was compounded
by the secret she had carried around with her for more than three years
now.  From the moment they had met, Mischa had had a wicked crush on
Rachel, but had never done a thing to act on it.

       Of course it wasn't as though Mischa had lots of experience with
girls to fall back on when it came to making her fantasy come true.  She
had none at all.  She hadn't had any idea how to approach Rachel or even if
she should.  Mischa hadn't wanted to ruin their friendship by making a
clumsy pass that she didn't even know how to follow up.  It would have been
too awkward and way too weird.  So she had fantasized in silence.

       Truthfully Mischa had no idea if she was straight, lesbian, bisexual
or none of the above.  She had been with her fair share of guys and some of
them had even been serious boyfriends, but there had been those fantasies
about women that had alternately plagued and aroused her for years.  From
the moment she had pressed her lips to Evan Rachel Wood's while filming
"Once and Again", Mischa had felt the desire to explore.

       The kiss had been nothing like she had expected.  She had been so
nervous about filming the scene and had never dreamed she would like it so
much.  Mischa had never wanted the director to yell "Cut."  She had wanted
the scene to go on and on and so she could keep kissing Evan and then get
their clothes off to satisfy the new lusts running through her head.

       But she had done nothing to further the experience.  She had feared
rejection from Evan and had been too confused by the feelings their love
scenes had inspired to try and overcome those fears.  Mischa had tried to
tell herself it had been a fluke and she didn't have feelings for other
girls and, until she met Rachel, she had been doing a pretty good job of
convincing herself that.

       From the second they had met, Mischa had wanted to drag the brunette
vixen to the first empty room she could find and lavish kisses all over her
body. It had been just like the feelings she had for Evan except multiplied
by a thousand.  But she had never dared imagine Rachel would be into it, so
Mischa had stifled those desires and instead dedicated herself to being one
of the best friends, and not lovers, Rachel had.

       But lately it had been getting harder and harder to control herself.
The more time she spent with Rachel, the more she wanted her.  Being
written off The O.C. was almost a blessing for her because it had meant she
would no longer be tortured by the vision of beauty that was Rachel Bilson
every day on the set, knowing she couldn't have her.

       And it wasn't like Mischa felt like she could run off and explore
these desires with someone else.  She was too scared of discovery and
besides, she wanted Rachel, not some other girl.

       From the second the writers had told her two years ago that they
were giving her character a lesbian romance the lust had been growing
almost uncontrollable.  Mischa had almost told them not to do it because
she didn't want to be focusing on kissing and touching another girl when
she couldn't have Rachel.  But she had backed off from making the demand in
an effort to quell diva rumors and also because it wasn't like she could
tell the writers the real reason why she didn't want to do the scenes.

       The storyline had ended but the feelings hadn't.  Each time Mischa
had kissed Olivia Wilde she had dreamed she was kissing Rachel and her
fantasies had gotten hotter every passing night.  Now Mischa took every
opportunity to be with her friend, hoping for any chance she might see that
Rachel was just as interested in her.

       That had been the reason Mischa had come along today and it had also
been the reason she had broken away from Rose and Rachel earlier.  Going
into the bedroom with Rachel would have been too much for her to take.  So
she had wandered around instead, trying to clear her head and remind
herself that Rachel wanted a friend, not a lover.

       Of course that thinking had gone right out the window as soon as
Mischa had followed the moaning she had faintly heard up the stairs and
caught an eyeful of the girl on girl action currently staining the
bedspread.  Rachel had looked more beautiful naked than Mischa had ever
dared dream and seeing her come had been absolutely the most erotic thing
she had ever witnessed.

       Now, with her hand buried in her panties and her fingers already
creamy from one orgasm, Mischa found her fears fading.  Rachel was into
girls!  It was like a miracle and Mischa didn't want to let this
opportunity pass by.  And with Rose egging her on with her smile and hot
stare from the bed, Mischa knew what she had to do.

       Putting her nerves and inexperience aside, Mischa took action.  She
pulled her hand from her pussy and got it busy with the far more pressing
task of getting her own clothes off.

       Mischa's skirt fell down back over her panties as she yanked her
white tank top over her hair, sending her hair flying just a bit.  She was
trying to make as little noise as possible as she did this.  She didn't
want Rachel to know she was there until there would be no chance for either
of them to back away.

       Meanwhile, as she lay on the bed, Rose's eyes kept darting back and
forth between Rachel's lips getting tantalizingly close to her pussy to
Mischa's strip show.  Rose had been surprised to see her at first, but it
had been just what she was hoping was going to happen and it was obvious
from Mischa's reaction that she wasn't going to need any of the coaxing
Rose had just used on Rachel.

       Rachel was right above her pussy now and Rose decided she needed one
last push...literally.

       "Get in there baby," Rose commanded, pressing her hand down on
Rachel's head.  "Show me what that tongue of yours can do.  Mmmm get a good
long taste of how wet you made my pussy."

       The little push was just what Rachel needed and she responded to it
by darting her tongue out for her first taste of another woman.  Rose was
so wet that her juices nearly overwhelmed her taste buds from just one
lick, but Rachel loved it.  It was just as hot and sweet as she'd hoped it
would be and it made her want to get really naughty for a really long time
between Rose's legs.

       Unaware that Mischa's boots and skirt had ended up on the floor
along with her blouse and that her friend was standing behind her stripped
down to her bra and panties, Rachel got to licking.  She started sliding
her tongue up Rose's slit, loving how intense her flavor was and how there
was always more to lick after each tongue stroke.  Trusting her instincts
to guide her, Rachel set about establishing a licking rhythm that quickly
had her lover moaning.

       "Ahhhhhhhh yessssssss...mmmmmmm that's how you make a girl feel
good," Rose sighed, her hand no longer holding Rachel down by force, but
rather stroking her soft hair.  "Lick that pussy Rachel.  Mmmmm get all
nice and slutty with your tongue!  Slurp up those juices, baby.  Ohhhhhhh
I'm gonna fuck your face so good!"

       As pleasantly distracting as Rachel's tongue explorations of her
pussy were, Rose was keeping a careful eye on Mischa.  The lust in the
girl's face would have been visible from a mile away but the closer she
crept to the bed, the better Rose was able to see just how wet she'd gotten
her panties.

       Mischa's bra and panties clung to her flushed skin like they'd just
been through a rain shower.  Her sweat and arousal had her flesh glowing a
healthy shade of horny pink and Mischa's nipples were almost swollen right
through her thin bra.  Mischa's panties were still out of place from her
earlier finger play and the soft material had been stretched out now.  But
still the black silk clung to her needy, young lips like her juices were
about to melt right through it.

       Rose gave the girl a nod of her head, letting her know that her
actions were more than welcomed and also establishing that she didn't want
her to stop.  She wanted to see more of her.

       While Mischa's eyes were naturally drawn to her naked friend and the
way her ass swayed so invitingly as she licked away, she also couldn't help
but fall under Rose's spell, just as Rachel had Mischa felt her pussy
flutter at the sight of the woman who had seduced her friend and she wanted
to please her with her body so she'd fuck her too.  Even though she'd
fantasized about it for so long, this was her first time doing this with
girls and Mischa wanted it to be amazing.

       With one last nervous gulp, Mischa pushed herself to the edge of the
bed and unsnapped her bra.  Her flesh was so sticky that she then had to
reach down and peel it off her body, but as long as she had her bra off,
Mischa was happy.

       She saw Rose's face brighten at the sight of her tits and that
filled Mischa with more confidence.  She began playing with them, massaging
her firm, aching mounds and moaning as loudly as she dared.

       It felt so good to touch herself so close to the action and Mischa
felt like her hands made electrical sparks go off all over her body.  Her
own touch made her body tingle and rubbing her tits while drooling over
Rachel licking Rose's pussy had Mischa moving rapidly toward her second
orgasm.

       Rachel was starting to really feel like she could be good at fucking
girls.  She could hear Rose's cries and she could taste the growing heat of
her juices and she knew she was doing it right.  Rachel wanted to be good
at this because right now this was sailing up her list of things she most
loved doing.

       There wasn't anything about this that Rachel didn't love.  She loved
the scent of Rose's arousal and the taste of her juices.  She loved the
feel of Rose's pussy lips quivering under her tongue and she delighted in
the sounds Rose made to exclaim her pleasure.  Doing all this was soaking
Rachel's freshly orgasmed pussy once again and she groaned into Rose as she
felt the hot tickle of her own juices starting to trickle down her thighs.

       "Keep licking," Rose said, giving Rachel all the guidance she could
need.  "Get that tongue inside me.  Fuck my pussy Rachel!  Get your tongue
in my cunt and lick it hard!  It's gonna taste even fucking better inside
my pussy!"

       Before Rachel had a chance to react, Rose tightened her grip on her
head again and pushed her hips up, fucking her face with her drooling
pussy.  Rachel's eyes went wide with stifled surprise but that was only a
quick reaction and Rachel got right back to work.  She knew what she had to
do and, as Rose spread her legs wider, Rachel pushed her tongue inside,
meeting Rose's hip thrusts with tongue strokes.

       Rachel quickly realized how right Rose was.  The taste on the
outside of her pussy was like an appetizer.  What was inside was the main
course.  Rachel closed her eyes and dreamily moaned as she began lapping
away at Rose's folds.  She was so hot and wet and her fresh cream was like
sweet honey being dripped onto her tongue.

       To watch her weight, Rachel had always tried to avoid sweets, but
this was one treat she would have gorged on every day and night no matter
what the calorie counts for girl cream was.  She clamped her hands down on
Rose's thighs and spread her out even more so she could get her tongue in
deeper.  Rachel was gasping right into Rose's pussy but her own breathing
was now of less importance.  All she cared about was getting all the cream
she could on her tongue and down to her starving stomach.

       "OOOOOOOOOOH FUCK!" Rose gleefully cried.  "Mmmmmmmm nasty girl!
That's how you do it you fucking horny bitch!  Ohhhhhhhhh you're good at
this Rachel.  No way this is your first time!  You fucking liar!  You know
just how to treat a pussy you dirty slut mmmmmmm and you're gonna get all
my cum soon as your reward!  Keep fucking me Rachel!  Tongue slam my hot
little cunt!"

       Rachel loved hearing all this and it made her lick harder.  She felt
like she was getting praise from the pussy licking master and she wanted
Rose to call her all the dirty names she could think of.  She was no liar.
This really was her first time doing this and Rose's praise for her first
time only deepened her love for this pussy and girl sex in general.

       Her tongue dragged against Rose's clit and when the actress jumped
from the contact, Rachel hit it again and again, making Rose cry out.
Rachel knew she had found the right spot and was prepared to do whatever it
took to get her lover off, but Rose had a slightly different plan in mind.

       "AHHHHHHH YEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!  FUCKING LICK THAT CLIT!" Rose screamed.
"I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA LOVE EATING PUSSY RACHEL!  MAKE ME FUCKING COME!
SHOW OFF WHAT A NASTY SLUT PUSSY LICKER I MADE YOU INTO!  PUT ON A FUCKING
SHOW FOR YOUR FRIEND!!!"

       Her cover blown, Mischa gasped and dropped her hands from her tits.
Rose shot her a naughty wink from the bed as Rachel's overheating brain
slowly processed the information that she had just heard.  Mischa hadn't
been expecting to be outed like that, but Rose's words had the desired
effect of spurring her into action.

       "Huh?" Rachel asked, her mouth filled with pussy.  What did Rose
mean?  What friend?  She couldn't mean...

       Rachel's questions were answered a split second later when Mischa
crawled onto the bed with her and pressed her body to hers.  Rachel tensed
up and pulled herself up and away from Rose's pussy with her face a mix of
fear and shame.

       Oh God, what was Mischa going to think of her now?  Was she going to
think she was some kind of pervert?  The arousal that had gripped her was
now turning into embarrassment at being caught like this, but Mischa sought
to ease her friend's visible concerns by leaning in and kissing her girl
cum coated lips.

       Her eyes got big with shock and part of Rachel felt she had to be
dreaming this.  It was all getting too fucking weird.  Maybe she'd hit her
head or something.  Since when was Mischa was into girls?  It just had to
be a dream.  But there was nothing imagined about the kiss she was getting.
It was so soft and sexy.  Mischa was a wonderful kisser and just as quickly
as her arousal had started to leave her in a panic, Rachel responded to her
friend's kiss and felt her horniness heat up again.

       "Ummm you're naked," Rachel finally said after the kiss was ended
and her friend pulled away.  It was too much for her to process all at
once, but she couldn't help but notice Mischa's bare tits pressing into
hers.

       "So are you," Mischa smiled, her heart thumping like a drum as her
fantasy now seemed so real and possible.  "You're like really...really
naked..."

       "Were you watching me?" Rachel asked.  "I didn't want you to see me
like this...I..."

       "Oh for fuck's sake!" Rose snapped.  "Just kiss each other again
already, tell each other how much you want each other and get back to
making me come!"

       Taking Rose's advice to heart, Rachel and Mischa pressed their lips
together once more.  They kissed with nervous passion and this time Rachel
kissed back as hard as Mischa kissed her.  They both knew each other so
well and it was intimidating to both of them to be doing this with a
friend, but it was also turning them both on.

       "I was watching you," Mischa admitted when the kiss broke.
"I...I...I've always wanted you Rachel.  I've been dreaming about making
love to you for so long and doing all those nasty things Rose just did to
you.  I was watching and it made me so hot.  I just had to join in."

       An admission of long standing lust was not anything Rachel had
expected to hear from her friend and it kind of blew her mind to know
Mischa had wanted her all this time, but what was one more surreal level to
what had already happened?

       Deciding to say fuck it, Rachel initiated another kiss and moved her
hands up to grab a feel for her barely legal friend's firm breasts.

       Mischa nearly melted into the bed from the touch to her tits and she
mimicked the move on Rachel, finally touching the breasts of another girl
and not just any girl, but the girl she wanted most.  The girl she had
dreamt about.  The girl she had longed for.  The girl she had rubbed
herself to sleep thinking about too many times to count.

       But the soft explorations the girls were beginning on each other's
bodies had no place in this bed and Rose let them know it with an emphatic
clearing of her throat.

       "Save the lovey dovey shit for later," Rose ordered.  "I need to get
fucked!"

       Rachel and Mischa shared a giggle and Rachel took her friend by the
hand, guiding her toward Rose.

       "Wanna help me fuck her?" Rachel inquired with a naughty gleam in
her eyes.  She couldn't believe she was crossing this line with one of her
best friends, but it was turning her on way too much for her to even think
about stopping now.

       "Oh yeah," Mischa answered without hesitation.  "Mmmmm and then I
want to fuck you Rachel.  I want to fuck you and lick you and do every hot
thing I ever dreamed of doing to you."

       That sounded very good to Rachel and she could already picture how
good it was going to feel to have her sexy friend lapping away at her
pussy.  She had never really appreciated how beautiful Mischa was until now
and Rachel couldn't wait for a chance to fuck her.  But she knew she owed
Rose and she didn't dare leave her wanting.

       "Lick her pussy with me," Rachel suggested.  "C'mon Mischa.  She
tastes soooo good."

       Mischa was very eager for her first taste of another woman and the
sight of Rose lying back on the bed and rubbing herself, spreading her pink
folds open with her fingers to show off her juicy girl flesh, was nothing
she could pass up.  She leaned in and, as Rachel moaned, let her tongue
drag up Rose's splayed cunt.

       "Cmonnnnnnnnnn...no fucking little girly licks," Rose groaned in
horniness.  "Fucking give it to me Mischa!  Get that tongue in my pussy!
Fuck me like your little slut friend was doing!"

       "Do her like this," Rachel said, finding herself quite unexpectedly
in the role of teacher.  Until a few minutes ago she'd been just as
inexperienced as Mischa, but now she didn't shy away from showing her
friend just how Rose liked it.  She didn't even mind that Rose had just
called her a slut.  She never would have tolerated that before today, but
now it was just turning her on more.

       "Get your tongue inside her," Rachel instructed.  "Lick her clit.
Make her squirm on the bed."

       Rachel happily demonstrated what she was talking about by resuming
what she'd been doing before Mischa had made her presence known.  She dove
back into Rose's pussy and licked at her swollen clitoris, batting it with
her tongue and making Rose arch her back and let out a long, delicious
moan.

       "Mmmmmmm fuck yeahhhhhh...mmmmmmm keep that tongue right there you
little horny bitch," Rose's voice dripped past her lips.  "Show your spying
friend how to eat pussy like a slut should.  Mmmmm if she's gonna gawk at
the show then she's gotta fucking eat me out too."

       The view from the doorway was nothing compared the up close look
Mischa now had of Rachel tongue fucking Rose.  Both girls looked so
amazingly sexy and Mischa couldn't help but reach into her panties and
resume touching herself.

       Mischa loved staring at Rachel's tongue licking away, getting wetter
with every stroke as Rose moaned and writhed on the bed, rubbing her bare
ass against the bedspread and mauling her own tits in her hands.

       "Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssss you're so fucking sexy Rose," Mischa groaned
as her fingers pushed past her pussy lips.  "Mmmm you're making me so wet.
You fucked Rachel when I was too scared to do it and it's making me so
fucking hot to see her lick you."

       "Yeah?  Is that sexy little pussy of yours nice and pink and wet for
me?" Rose asked in between tongue induced moans.  "Mmmmmmm you want me to
tongue fuck your tight cunt, Mischa?  Oooooooh or would you like it better
if Rachel was licking you?"

       "Yesssssssssssssss ohhhhhhh gawwwwwwd yessssssss more than
anything," Mischa hissed, nearly creaming her fingers at the thought of it.
"I want Rachel to lick me!  Mmmmmm I want her to taste how wet she gets me!
I want to give her all my cum!  I want her to be the first girl to lick
me!"

       "Ooooooooooh oooooooooh ahhhhhh yessssss...then...mmm...get those
fucking panties off," Rose ordered while pleasure shot through her body
from Rachel's tongue.  "Get them off and show...ahhhhh fuck yeahhhh dirty
girl...fucking eat that pussy Rachel...show your slut friend how wet you
are!"

       Mischa smiled from ear to ear and didn't hesitate a second in
wiggling out of her soaked black panties, leaving her just as naked as
Rachel and Rose were.  Her juices were already running down her thighs as
she stripped herself bare but Rose didn't just want her to get naked.

       "Now fuck me!" Rose commanded.  "Ohhhhhh yesssss mmmmm fuck
yesssssss...mmmm fuck me Mischa!  Fuck my pussy like Rachel's doing and she
can eat you out!"

       Since this was her first time Mischa was a little intimidated taking
on someone like Rose for her first time, but for a chance to live out her
fantasy of being with Rachel she would have done anything or anyone.

       Mischa got on her knees and positioned herself next to Rachel,
gently pushing her friend out of the way.  Rachel hadn't been paying
attention to Rose and Mischa's negotiations so at first she was surprised.

       "Huh?" Rachel asked as she was suddenly pulled away from the pussy
she had been lavishing love on.

       "Fuck me Rachel," Mischa begged, moaning the words she'd been dying
to say for years.  "Eat me out while I finish off Rose."

       Rachel's eyes lit up.  Her friend looked so beautiful and sexy and
she was so horny now that anything and everything made sense to her if it
involved girl sex.  If someone had told her half an hour ago that she'd be
doing this with Mischa, Rachel would have thought they were an insane
pervert, but right now she wanted to fuck her beautiful friend too badly to
care if there would be morning after consequences.

       The friends passionately kissed again, but they didn't dare linger
and make Rose wait.  They broke off their saliva and girl juice filled kiss
and repositioned themselves on the bed.  Now it was Mischa who was between
Rose's legs and Rachel set herself up behind the bare ass of her friend.

       Mischa's firm young ass looked very good to Rachel's lust filled
eyes, but nothing could possibly rival the sight of her tight pussy coated
with desire.  She looked so hot and juicy and Rachel dove in without
thinking twice about any potential consequences, sliding her tongue over
her friend's aroused cunt lips and sending a pulse of pleasure through her
body.

       "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Mischa cooed, enjoying that one lick
more than any fuck she'd ever experienced in her life. She'd wanted Rachel
to do this for so long and that first lick was so unbelievably hot that it
made all the waiting and pining from afar totally worth it.

       But Mischa didn't have much time to appreciate it.  As soon as she
began moaning from Rachel's tongue play, Rose grabbed her by her hair and
pulled her face into her pussy with no resistance.  Mischa had been paying
close attention to what Rachel had been doing and this time she didn't give
any shy licks.  She went right after Rose's pussy, working her tongue past
her lips and slapping it against Rose's swollen clit.

       "FUCK!" Rose cried as her body bucked on the bed.  "Now THAT'S how
you eat pussy!  Mmmmmmmm good girl!  You were paying attention to your slut
lessons!  Eat that pussy Mischa!  Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhh what's in
the water at Fox to make you little whores so good at eating pussy?"

       Mischa and Rachel didn't answer.  They just smiled at the compliment
and licked away at the pussies they had pressed to their faces.  Mischa
tried to focus on Rose as much as she could.  She tried to think about how
much she loved the hot taste coating her tongue and how much it turned her
on to have this beautiful woman's perfect pussy fucking her face, but
Mischa couldn't help but let her mind drift to her fantasy come true.

       She had pictured this so many times, but in her wildest dreams she
had never thought that a woman licking her could feel this good and knowing
it wasn't just any woman doing it made it so much hotter for Mischa.  She
was practically howling into Rose's pussy over how good Rachel was making
her feel and this had only been from her first licks.  Mischa shuddered
with sexual excitement over how good it was going to feel when she actually
came from this.

       Rose's hand in her hair and the steady push of her hips against her
face made sure Mischa couldn't get away from her pussy, but Rachel had no
such restrictions on her movement.  Nothing was distracting her from
licking and she was giving Mischa all the benefits of her brief, but
intense experience.

       The first thing that had struck Rachel was how different Mischa
tasted from Rose.  Mischa was sweeter than Rose's rich, womanly flavor and
Rachel began wondering to herself how different other girls tasted and how
she could go about finding out as soon as possible.  But as good as Rose
had tasted, Rachel had to admit she was getting off more on licking Mischa.

       There was just something so kinky about doing this to a girl she was
practically best friends with.  They had spent nearly every day together
for the past three years and now they were fucking.  It seemed so wrong and
it felt so right that Rachel loved it.  She licked away enthusiastically at
Mischa, swallowing all the cream from her earlier finger play and using all
the things she knew that Rose liked to make her friend come.

       Rachel was kneeling behind Mischa and using one hand to spread her
pussy lips open as her tongue licked away.  It took Rachel only a few licks
to get at Mischa's clit and she eagerly pursued it with her lips and
tongue, loving the muffled sounds of rapture she was eliciting from the
blonde.  Rachel's fingers were already soaked with Mischa's juices and it
started to run down her hand as her dark hair dangled down over her face
and against Mischa's ass.

       While she was doing this, Rachel also fingered herself, getting
wetter with each hungry lick she took of her friend.  Rachel still couldn't
believe how much she loved all this.  She had never done anything this
crazy before and she couldn't even blame it on alcohol.  All she wanted was
to drink her beautiful friend's pussy dry and then get her wet again.

       Every lick Rachel took drove Mischa absolutely wild.  Her eyes were
rolling back in her head and her whole body was quivering in desire, but
every time Mischa got too distracted and slowed her licking, Rose was there
to slam her pussy against her face and remind her she still had a job to
do.

       "No slacking!" Rose snapped, her voice thick with arousal.  "I'm so
close you little bitch!  Don't you dare stop licking!  Ahhhhhhhhh
yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh work that clit over!  Mmmmmmmmmm that's it!  Lick it
and make it fucking throb so you can suck on it and make me come!"

       With Rose's hand still holding clumps of her hair and pressing her
down, Mischa had no escape from Rose's pussy.  Not that she wanted to get
away.  If all girls were as hot and tasty as Rose, Mischa was going to kick
herself for not fucking one earlier and wasting all that time pining for
it.

       Mischa knew she had a bit of a wild girl reputation, but she had
only had sex with a few guys and nothing they had ever done to her could
compare to just these few minutes of bliss with Rachel and Rose.

       Forcing herself to look up, Mischa eyed the woman she was
licking. Rose was incredibly gorgeous, naked and glistening with sex sweat,
her hands squeezing her own tits as her body moved like a wave on the bed,
rising and falling with every hot lick Mischa took.  Mischa felt flush with
power knowing she could make another woman feel that good and she couldn't
wait to try it out on Rachel and thank her for licking her and making her
pussy wetter than it had ever been.

       Mischa kept staring up as her tongue worked Rose's clit over. She
felt her own pussy get even wetter as Rose's tender clit jumped and
throbbed from her efforts.  With so many girl/girl fantasies in her head,
Mischa had gotten quite proficient at the art of masturbation over the
years and she knew a thing or two about playing with a clit.  She had never
licked one, but the concept was the same as when she touched her own.  It
was all about paying lots of steady attention.

       As Rose kept writhing and gasping, Mischa lapped at her clitoris,
licking her hot spot with her fastest, wettest tongue strokes.  The more
Rose moaned the more Mischa's confidence grew and the more it grew the
faster she licked.  Rose kept moaning and Mischa kept licking, slurping up
her juices with hungry gulps and tonguing her first female lover like she
was ice cream on a scorching July day.

       "Suck that clit Mischa!" Rose demanded, her voice growing needy with
desire.  "Do it bitch!  Make me fucking come and swallow those juices down
your horny mouth!  I'm so fucking close!  Make me come
nowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!"

       Mischa obeyed without hesitation.  With Rose spread wide and her
hand on the back of her head, Mischa was already buried in her cunt and it
was so easy for her to part her lips and clamp them right down on Rose's
clitoris.  That got a loud cry from Rose and Mischa smiled with pride as
she started sucking, nursing Rose's pulsing clit and pushing her right to
the edge of ecstasy.

       "OHHHHHHHH FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHH MORE MISCHAAAAA!!!  JUST A LITTLE
MORRRRRRRRE YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!" Rose screamed, her fingers hooked in
Mischa's hair, tugging the fair locks as her body arched on the bed.

       Mischa's technique needed a lot of practice, but it was good enough
for what Rose needed.  Besides Rose wasn't just getting off on what Mischa
was doing to her clit.  She was getting off on the knowledge that she'd
done it again.  She'd taken two shy little pussy licking virgins and turned
them into hot, horny whores.  All Rose had to do was glance at the way the
two girls had been looking at each other before to know this wasn't going
to be a one time thing for either of them.

       Just thinking about all the days and nights those two were going to
spend fucking each other ragged had Rose's pussy ready to cream and
Mischa's raw but eager work on her clit sent her orgasm crashing throughout
her body.

       "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Rose howled in ecstasy as she fucked
Mischa's young face with reckless abandon.  She slammed her creaming cunt
against the girl's mouth and Mischa responded instinctively.  She stopped
sucking Rose's clit and jammed her tongue back inside her pink.

       Mischa enthusiastically licked up as much of Rose's cream as she
could, loving the taste of her orgasm more than any candy she had ever
tasted.  She had never imagined that eating out a girl could surpass the
standards her fantasies had set, but there was nothing Mischa didn't love
about fucking Rose, especially since she was drinking down her delicious
essence while Rachel was still tongue deep in her pussy, licking away and
making her feel amazingly good.

       Now Mischa could completely indulge in the pleasure that her friend
was giving her and she didn't hesitate.  She let her tongue flutter over
Rose's still spasming pussy a few more times to lap up a few more drops of
her cum before she pulled away and finally expressed her appreciation to
her sexy friend.

       "Oooooooooooooooooh Rachel...mmmmmmmm yessssssssss babyyyyyyyy
you're fucking me so good," Mischa dreamily sighed, Rose's juices coating
her lower face and running off her chin down onto her neck and chest.
"AHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!  Mmmmmmmmm yessssssssss I've been dreaming of you so
long Rach and you feel soooooooooo hot in my pussy!  Mmmmmmmmm lick me and
fuck me and make me come just like I've wanted for so fucking long!"

       The knowledge that Mischa had held this crush on her would have
blown Rachel's mind, but after all that had happened here there was no mind
left to blow.  There was just lustful instinct to feed and hearing about
how long her friend had wanted to fuck her only made Rachel lick her
harder.  Mischa was so pink and so wet and so yummy and right now Rachel
never wanted to be away from this pussy for even a second.

       With Rose having released her hair and pulled off her face, Mischa
was able to put herself in the sex position she had always loved best,
doggie style.  She was fully up on her hands and knees, her firm tits
shaking as Rachel tongued her.  Mischa had always thought her boyfriend's
cocks had filled her best this way, but they were nothing compared to what
Rachel was making her feel.

       Words were leaving the young actress.  Her brain was overheating
with more lust than she had ever felt before.  All the good feelings sex
had given her before today were being multiplied by a thousand and soon all
she could do was gasp and coo and moan for more of Rachel's tongue.

       After her orgasm, Rose had just lay flat on the bed for a second,
letting the afterglow take her to the dreamy post-sex state she loved.  But
she didn't stay there long.  Watching these two friends fuck each other for
the first time was too hot to ignore.  Rose's body was still tingling as
she got up off her back and kneeled in front of Mischa, taking her face in
her hands and passionately kissing her.

       It was the first kiss between Rose and Mischa and the raven-haired
woman didn't skimp on the tongue.  She got it right inside the blonde's
willing mouth and greedily licked her own cum right off Mischa's tongue
before proceeding to do the same to her lips and chin.

       "Mmmmmm good little slut," Rose praised.  "You made me feel so
fucking good so now I'm gonna do the same to you Mischa.  You just let your
friend keep licking you and I'm gonna make it even better.  You'll come so
fucking hard Mischa."

       Mischa couldn't respond to Rose's promise with anything but a moan,
a gurgle and a smile but that communicated plenty.  Rose gave Mischa's lips
another long kiss and set about helping her newest protégé get her co-star
off.

       "Oooooh I love these pretty tits of yours Mischa," Rose cooed into
the blonde's ear as her hands explored her newest lover's chest.  "Mmmmm
and your nipples are so hard.  But I can get them even harder."

       Smiling all the while, Rose pulled away from Mischa's face and bent
down to get at her firm chest.  Rose captured her jiggling tits and grabbed
them with force but not too much strength.  As she squeezed the young
mounds, Rose extended her tongue and licked at the pink diamonds that
capped Mischa's flesh.

       "Yesssssssssssssssssss!!!" Mischa ecstatically hissed, words
returning with the blast of pleasure this extra stimulation brought her
body.  "Oooooooooooh tongue my tits Rose!  Fuck yessssssssssssssss mmmmmm
lick them and suck them and make me feel good while Rachel's licking me!"

       "Is she doing a good job?" Rose inquired, pulling her tongue away
and rolling her thumbs over Mischa's nipples.  "She licking that pussy
good?"

       "Uhhhhhh huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mischa enthusiastically agreed.  She
didn't know how much longer she could withstand all this stimulation.
"Sooooooo goooooooooood!  Mmmmmmmmmm Rach!  You're gonna make me come so
hard!"

       "Keep licking her Rachel," Rose advised before getting back to
tending to Mischa's tits.  "Get your fingers inside her too.  Slam that
tight little cunt with your fingers while you're licking!  Make this
naughty little thing cream your pretty face!"

       That sounded like heaven to both Rachel and Mischa so Rachel pulled
her fingers away from her own pussy and got them inside Mischa.  Her
fingers were already soaked with the juices she had gotten on them from
playing with herself and with Mischa already spread open by her other hand,
it was so easy for Rachel to penetrate her friend.

       "YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Mischa screamed, whipping her head forward and
sending her long hair cascading over face.  She had it all now.  She had
Rachel fingering and licking her and Rose sucking on her tits, making
short, addictive bursts of pleasure explode inside her from what she was
doing to her diamond hard nipples.  Mischa grunted and cried incoherently
as her orgasm drew close enough for her to practically taste it.

       Rachel was completely in lust with her friend's pussy.  All those
days and nights she had spent side by side with Mischa as her friend and
she had never dreamed some day she'd have her on her hands and knees with
her pink pussy spread open lewdly for her tongue and fingers to explore.
It was so nasty.  It was so wrong.  It was so much fucking fun.

       With the sound of her friend's aroused cries passing through her
ears, Rachel lapped away at a brisker pace, using her fingers to rub
Mischa's clit so her tongue could attack it.  Mischa's clit swelled from
her tongue and fingers and Rachel was certain she was doing this right.
The sound of Mischa's pleasure cries and the taste of her juices was all
the evidence she needed of that.

       Rose could certainly hear those sounds too.  Mischa's cries were
spitting past her lips in short bursts, like a rat-a-tat-tat of sex moans.
Rose knew those sounds very well and she never tired of hearing them.  But
she wanted more.  She wanted the sound of Mischa screaming her orgasm to
echo through her brain for the rest of the day.

       As her tongue and lips worked over Mischa's nipples, Rose's hands
kept massaging her tits.  She had them both within her grasp and she loved
how they felt.  So firm and fresh.  Mischa had a slutty reputation, but her
body had no wear and tear on it.

       Rose loved how her tits proudly jutted forth and jiggled from
Rachel's tonguing and how her nipples swelled under her tongue and between
her lips.  She hungrily sucked on them, promising herself that she wouldn't
deprive her housemates of having a crack at Mischa too as soon as she could
get her to Malibu.

       After all the girls she had fucked, Rose knew just how hot an
erogenous zone nipples could be.  She expertly sucked them, drawing out
sharper, louder cries from Mischa.  Rose knew just how to stimulate
Mischa's tits and she gave her the full benefit of her skill at lesbian
sex.

       Mischa cried out a series of ecstatic noises that might have been
words when they began in her sex fried brain but were indecipherable when
they finally passed her lips.  But Rose knew just what they meant and she
clued Rachel in.

       "She's gonna come," Rose said, dropping Mischa's stiff, aching
nipple from her mouth.  "Finish her off Rachel!  Fuck your slut friend!
Make her little pussy cream all that sweet cum on your face so she can lick
it off!  She needs you now.  Don't fucking let her down!"

       Under normal circumstances Rachel would have done anything for
Mischa.  That was just magnified now.  Rachel had no intention of letting
Mischa down.  She wanted her friend's orgasm almost as much as she had
wanted her own.

       Rachel fingered Mischa's drooling snatch even harder and tongued her
clit with famished strokes.  She was nearly desperate to feed off Mischa's
orgasm and it took only a few more direct licks against her pleasure bud to
get it.

       "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" Mischa roared, rapture exploding
inside her body as she came.  "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOH
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

       Rachel giggled in absolute bliss as her face was thoroughly soaked
by Mischa's orgasmic essence.  At first she tried to keep pace with the
creamy spasms that rocked her friend's naked body, but Rachel finally gave
up trying to lick it all up and just let her face get creamed.  Rachel had
never let anyone come on her face before and it was heaven to feel the hot
blast of Mischa's orgasm against her skin.

       Mischa's orgasmic screams continued until Rose quieted her with a
passionate kiss.  Mischa's tongue shot right into Rose's mouth where it was
warmly massaged.  Rose sucked on Mischa's tongue while her hands continued
squeezing her tits, draining the last screams out of her.  Only when the
young woman's body began to give out did Rose let her go.

       With one last cry of pleasure, Mischa fell onto the bed, writhing
and smiling with a brightness photographers would have killed to have
duplicated for a magazine cover.  Mischa writhed in her sexual afterglow,
letting it bathe over her like a tropical waterfall.  She sensuously ground
her bare ass into the now soaked bedspread and asked the only question her
brain could generate.

       "Did that really just happen?" Mischa voiced, wondering if it was
possible that she had really dreamed it all.

       Rachel giggled again.  She had been wondering the same thing.  It
had all been so surreal and so good.  It couldn't have actually happened.
She couldn't have actually fucked two women including one of her best
friends.  But it had been no figment of her imagination.

       "Goddamn right it just happened," Rose grinned in triumph.  "Mmmm
and you two are a couple of natural pussy lickers.  You two can snack on my
snatch again any time you want."

       That got produced two more sets of giggles from the younger girls.
Rachel lay down next to Mischa on the bed and gave her friend another kiss.
This one was more tender than before and Rachel gave Mischa plenty of
chances to taste herself.  Their kiss brought their bodies even closer
together and soon they were slowly rubbing their bare flesh together,
mashing their tits and grinding their still juicy pussies.

       Staring into each other's eyes, Rachel and Mischa realized what had
already dawned on Rose.  They were going to be doing this a lot more in the
future.

       "I wanted you so bad..." Mischa said again.  She wanted Rachel to
know this wasn't just a fuck for her.  It meant much more.

       "Mmmmmm just kiss me Mischa," Rachel replied, understanding
everything.  "Show me all the things you wanted to do to me."

       Rose looked on as the two girls finally had a chance to fully
explore each other's firm, young bodies.  She didn't mind being forgotten.
It was too good a show not to deserve a long, hot stare.  Besides she did
have a schedule to keep and she was going to have to be leaving soon.

       Mischa and Rachel kept kissing and touching and moaning and, by the
time Rose moved off the bed, they were slipping into a 69 with Mischa on
top, draping her light hair all over Rachel's thighs as she slid her tongue
into her friend's pussy for the first time.  That got another smile from
Rose.  She had given this bedroom one last hot memory before she left it
for good.  Of course, since things had gone so well, Rose had a feeling
she'd be visiting it again to check up on Rachel.

       Still naked, Rose walked across to where she'd dropped her purse
from before.  She grabbed it and saw that it had opened slightly.  Her cell
phone was poking out and she turned it on and saw that she'd missed some
calls.

       Ignoring it for now, Rose began gathering her discarded clothes.
She took her time redressing as she listened intently to the happy moans of
girl sex that Rachel and Mischa elicited from each other as their tongues
burrowed deeply into wet, warm, young pussies.

       Rose decided not to interrupt them with any goodbyes.  She knew
she'd see them again very soon.  When she was presentable enough to be in
public, Rose walked out of the bedroom, leaving behind her panties as a
little memento for Rachel.

       After leaving behind the two horny girls, secure in the belief that
they'd be spending the rest of the day fucking themselves into comas, Rose
opened her phone again and checked to see what she'd missed.

       She frowned a little when she saw the numbers.  Looked like Alyssa
had called her.  And so had her lawyer.  What did he want now?  And just as
she began to consider that question, Rose's phone rang again.  Glancing
down at the number, Rose saw it was her lawyer again.

       She thought about letting it go to her voice mail again, but, with a
sigh, Rose decided to answer it.

       "Hello," Rose said with more than a little annoyance at having her
fun day interrupted by this.

       "Rose?  Thank God you finally picked up," Jason Thorne said from the
other end.  "I've been calling you all day.  Hell, I've been calling you
for the last two weeks!  I've been leaving you messages!"

       "And I've been ignoring your messages," Rose pointed out, wondering
why for such a seemingly smart guy, Jason had trouble grasping the concept.
As she talked, Rose licked her lip to get one of the last remaining drops
of Rachel and smiled.

       "Rose you need to come see me right away," Jason said, ignoring
Rose's remark.  "Get here as soon as you can."

       "Can't we just do this over the phone," Rose sighed.  "I've got
things to do today.  I don't really have time.  We can just do it another
time."

       "No Rose," Jason insisted.  "It has to be today.  It has to be as
soon as possible.  You have to come in here without delay.  I absolutely
need to see you!"

       "Gee, usually when a guy absolutely needs to see me, it's because he
needs some of my loving," Rose teased, loving how she could fluster her
straight laced lawyer.  "Does that fiancée of yours know you're calling me
and pining for me like this?  Can't you just jerk off and think about me
instead?  Wouldn't that be easier?"

       "Rose, I'm not joking," Jason stated with growing exasperation.
"Goddamnit, this is important!"

       "Fine," Rose relented with a roll of her eyes.  "If you're going to
have kittens about it, I'll come in and see you."

       "It needs to be as soon as possible," Jason declared.

       "You said that already and I got it," Rose muttered as she walked
toward her car.  "I'm on my way right now.  Just chill out.  I'll be
there."


CONTINUED IN PART 2