DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fiction. I don't know or tend to imply anything about Jasmin Wagner's sexuality, or anyone else's for that matter. Any feedback should be sent to nine_star@hotmail.com Thanks for reading!!
Jasmin Wagner or Blumchen as she was known in her native Germany had to escape. Her popularity was making it hard to even leave her house in Hamburg. She decided to take a vacation in a place where she would not be recognised, the States.
She was 20 but had never been to America, her mother had insisted she stay away from the indulgence there. Jasmin was already a very wild person, and her mother didn't want America to help any. The time for her mother to control her was over.
At the Munich Airport, several people looking for an autograph approached the singer, even though she had tried her best to not be recognised. Nevertheless Jasmin boarded the plane bound for San Francisco. She had always wanted to go there, something inside in her told her that she needed to go there.
Stepping off the plane Jasmin expected to be greeted by fans, but instead she found only people wandering about not even noticing her. She had already made reservations in a hotel nearby before leaving, now the problem was getting there. She visited the baggage claim and picked up her two bags and placed them on one of those silver carts. She then headed for the place marked Budget, a name she knew. Blumchen, spoke English almost perfectly, apart from the slight accent, if you weren't listening fully you might not notice it.
Arriving at the counter Jasmin noticed a blonde woman working behind it and she summoned Jasmin over.
"Hi, welcome to Budget Rentals, how can I help you?" the woman recited almost robot-like.
Jasmin noticed the conservative outfit the woman was wearing and wished she could have seen more of the woman's figure.
Jasmin told the woman what hotel she was staying at and told her she needed a ride, but could not drive legally in the US. The woman looked understanding and told Jasmin where she could find taxis. Being that it was only about 8:03 am, the rental spot was not that busy, noticing this the woman behind the counter intended to use this time to get to know the stranger a little more.
"My name is Tiffany." The woman said as Jasmin had begun to turn around, causing her to turn back.
"My name is Jasmin." She said instantaneously, giving the smile that had become almost her trademark.
"Well, Jasmin, if you're not in a big hurry there's two other people working right now, so they won't mind if I take a little break. And you seem interesting, I'd like to get to know you." Tiffany said in a very sexy voice.
Jasmin was taken a little aback, in Germany it was assumed she was absolutely straight, but not in San Francisco apparently.
"Sure, that would be nice." Jasmin said, as Tiffany became the woman in front of the counter.
Jasmin and Tiffany walked out of the airport doors and into the parking structure, followed by a silver cart. Jasmin followed Tiffany over to a little ledge overlooking the lower parking spots.
"Best view in the house." Tiffany said whilst looking at Jasmin. Jasmin thought she was talking of the overhead view of the cars she was looking at.
"So Jasmin, where are you from?" Tiffany wanted to know everything about the woman that stood next to her.
"Germany, actually. I'm here on vacation. What about you?" She said now looking up at Tiffany.
Tiffany responded, "Right here in San Fran, born and raised. Listen, while you're here would you like to go out tonight at 8, I'll show you the town?"
Jasmin took only a second to think about it and promptly said, "Definitely, I will be there, just tell me where."
Tiffany grew a smile on her face; "How about I pick you up, being as I can drive here." Both women laughed.
The two exchanged numbers, and hotel rooms, and Tiffany walked briskly back to work as Jasmin wondered what had just happened.
After finally getting to her hotel room, she threw everything onto the floor and collapsed onto the bed.
Chapter 2
Jasmin always knew she was gay, but she had never acted on it. For the past five years all she had concentrated on was her career, even going so far as to take her manager's suggestions of going out with boys. It had been a long hard road, but she was finally where she thought she should always be, success, but there was an odd feeling left, the feeling of emptiness.
When Jasmin awoke she looked at her watch it read 4:03 a.m. She then noticed the light outside and remembered the nine-hour time difference. In San Francisco it was 7:03 p.m. She quickly jumped into the shower. After showering Jasmin stepped out and looked into the mirror. She saw something different than she had ever seen before; she used to see the diva and dancer, now she saw a person, a mature 20-year-old woman.
She rummaged through her things and found a tight midriff and some slightly baggy but still fitting trousers. She looked damn cute and she knew it. Her mission tonight, be herself and fulfil her sexual needs she had been neglecting for so long.
Jasmin sat waiting, watching American MTV when there was a slight knock on the door. Jasmin quickly turned off the Tele and hurried to the door what she found when she opened the door made her skip several heartbeats.
Tiffany had defiantly changed her outfit from her previous. The conservative outfit was now replaced by a tight-fitting, but tasteful white cotton shirt, with no bra underneath. This left her 36c breasts free to bee seen by all. Next instead of an ugly brownish skirt was a skirt, but not any skirt, it was see-through from different angles and the black lace knickers. She smiled as she noticed the expression on Jasmin's face.
"You ready to go?" Tiffany asked, noticing the tiny bit of drool around Jasmin's mouth.
"Um, ja.. I mean yes, yes." Jasmin stammered out trying not to sound obvious.
The two women walked down to the lift and took it to the main lobby and out to the car park. The two climbed into Tiffany's Neon and started down the road.
"May I ask you where we are going?" Jasmin inquired softly.
Turning to Jasmin, Tiffany only smiled. Jasmin was now genuinely intrigued.
"This is it, now or never." Jasmin thought to herself and took a deep breath.
Jasmin reached out her hand and slowly placed it on Tiffany's right leg. She felt goose pimples rise immediately. Tiffany looked over from the road, and smiled at Jasmin, but she noticed a little spark in Tiffany's eye, so instead of just leaving her hand there she began to move it slowly up Tiffany's skirt, all the while watching Tiffany for any sign of reserve.
Jasmin felt the car suddenly stop as Tiffany gazed at her. She knew the look, for it was the look she had waited her whole life for. Both women leaned across the car and their lips met softly and unsure at first, but as they both got a feeling of security the kiss became harder and more passionate.
The kiss was broken by a horn being sounded and Tiffany realised that her elbow had triggered it. Upon the realisation both women giggled.
"Come on I want to show you something." Tiffany said as she began climbing out of the car.
When Jasmin looked around she saw only a little alley and a few cars parked in front of a tiny little door with a non-readable sign. By now Jasmin had learned not to ask, so instead she grabbed Tiffany's hand and let her lead the way.
After going through the small door the inside did not seem that small. It was a club of sorts, Jasmin thought it might be an underground rave, as it looked like a perfect place for one. All thoughts of a rave were soon erased when Tiffany spoke next.
"Welcome to, well actually this place doesn't have a name, but welcome anyway." Tiffany said toying. "This place in all reality is a bar, and it's a gay bar."
Jasmin smiled widely, grabbed Tiffany, and kissed her hard. Grabbing the attention of some of the women in the bar.
Still holding hands the two walked to the bar and Jasmin looked very confused.
"What's the matter?" Tiffany asked concerned.
"It's just that I've never been in a bar like this. Back in Germany, I mean I know that they exist, but I've just never been to one."
Tiffany said nothing but leaned over and kissed Jasmin softly on the lips. When Tiffany pulled away she kept looking at Jasmin, who was slow to open her eyes. When she finally did open her eyes there was a look of pure ecstasy, like a virgin.
"Jasmin, I don't mean to be presumptuous but, is this, I am you first female relationship." Tiffany asked quietly.
Jasmin almost looked ashamed, "Tiffany there are a few things you need to know, let's sit at that booth." She pointed to a dark booth in the back corner.
When both women were seated Jasmin took a deep breath and began the story. "You see in Germany I am a singer. For the last few years I've been too concerned with my career to worry about finding love, so I've been escorted by men, so it gives the impression that I am not gay."
Tiffany seemed to understand everything Jasmin said. "Baby, I don't care what the hell you do for a living all I know is you turned something inside me on, like a fire, a fire for you."
Jasmin smiled and scooted closer to Tiffany, putting her head on Tiffany's shoulder. Tiffany took Jasmin in her arms and they both spoke not with their mouths, but with their hearts for the next hour.
Chapter 3
At about 10 both women looked at each other, they knew the relationship was moving fast, and the next step was coming soon. Jasmin leaned up from Tiffany's shoulder and kissed her hard. Whilst kissing her, her hands began to rub Tiffany's back, and Tiffany returned the favour. The two broke off the kiss to breath and Tiffany suggested they go back to her place and continue this away from the public, needless to say Jasmin agreed.
When they reached Tiffany's flat, it took about three seconds from the time the door closed for both shirts to be removed. Jasmin started kissing down Tiffany's torso as Tiffany was working Jasmin's bra. As they manoeuvred to Tiffany's bed socks, knickers and bras were all shed.
Finally upon the bed Jasmin took Tiffany's right breast in to her mouth and began flicking the nipple with her tongue, going faster as Tiffany began to moan louder. After a minute she switched to the left breast and began swirling her tongue around it before taking the nipple into her mouth and biting it slightly, this caused Tiffany to climax at that point.
Jasmin slowly snaked down Tiffany's tight stomach until she found the blonde patch of hair. She wrapped her arms underneath Tiffany's body and got in position.
Just before tasting Tiffany Jasmin thought to her self, "I'm finally being true to myself." And with that she stuck her tongue out, pressed it firmly against Jasmin's clit, and began to lick.
She was gyrating along with Tiffany, enjoying every drop that was pouring from the American. She could feel Tiffany was very close to another orgasm and began to lick faster. As she came Tiffany cried out with all the energy left in her body, "Oh yes, JASMIN I LOVE YOU!"
Jasmin felt as if she was in heaven, she was making the most beautiful girl she had ever seen cum, and she was screaming out her love. She drank every drop that came out until Tiffany began to come down from her sexual high, and began to climb back up to her arms.
The two lay intertwined huffing and sweating as Jasmin spoke, "I think I like America." Both women laughed.