Dangerously in Love

First all, I'd like to welcome you back to the RuleHater show. Yeah I know it's been a while. Sorry I kept y'all waiting for a new chapter. I was busy with all kinds of personal stuff, so I had to leave my writing in limbo for a while, but anyways I'm back, so to the few fans I have left, enjoy.

Where we left off, Beyonce, after discovering a clandestine affair by her two best friends, had stormed off to the arms of the only person who made her feel safe. Hopefully, I'll be able to take things off from there. Please enjoy. Speaking of Beyonce, congratulations to her as she releases her solo debut album, also called "Dangerously in Love". Make sure you race the store and pick up a copy as soon as you read this.

Well, as usual, all feedback is welcome at rulehater@yahoo.com. And once again, this story is not real but only a figment of my imagination. Only to be read by ages 18 and over, so if you are not old enough, please do not read

CHAPTER 9: Crazy in Love

I look and stare so deep in your eyes I touch on you more and more every time When you leave I'm begging you not to go Call your name two or three times in a row Such a funny thing for me to try to explain How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame `Cause I know I don't understand Just how your love your can do what no one else can

"Beyonce", yelled a surprised Kelly Rowland into the phone, "where the hell have you been? I've been trying to contact you for the past 2 weeks, but you didn't pick up the phone. And I heard you checked out of your hotel. What's up?"

"I've been really busy", replied Beyonce coldly, "You know, recording the album and stuff"

"I've really missed you", came Kelly's response, "I hope we actually start hanging out a lot more after your album comes out. How's that going, by the way?"

"Fine", replied her band mate, the stoicism very apparent from her tone of voice, "well I have to go back now, I just decided to call you and say hi"

"Thanks for calling", Kelly answered, "I wondered who was calling at this late hour, but I was relieved it was you. See you later". Hanging up the phone, she crept back under the covers or her bed, snuggling close to the naked beauty was sleeping next to her

"Was that Beyonce?" asked Michelle Williams, the third member of Destiny's Child, as she ran her hands up Kelly's thighs, causing her to breathe with pleasure

"Yeah", Kelly answered, her eyes shut as Michelle's deft fingers caused magic and caused her whole body to tingle, "she seemed rather evasive though, she's been acting really weird lately"

"Do you think she knows about us?" Michelle asked as she brought her mouth to Kelly's smooth and slender neck and began to nuzzle against it

"Don't be silly, I don't think that's possible", replied Kelly thoughtfully, trying to ignore the fact that Michelle was pleasuring her neck, "I think it's because of what happened at the Grammys"

"You just had to bring that up, didn't you?" grumbled Michelle, pulling away

"Is someone jealous?" Kelly teased as she leaned forward and brought Michelle's lips to hers.

Thoughts ran through Kelly's hands as she drank Michelle in, both girls sucking on each other's lips and softly caressing tongues. Kelly loved the way Michelle kissed her, the way Michelle touched her, in fact everything about her. She was so nice and sweet and innocent, and yet, behind closed doors, was the world's biggest freak. She loved sex, and was very giving and liberal in the bedroom, and seemed to know every nook and cranny of Kelly's body. Kelly did not think it was possible for anyone at all to be able to cause her as much pleasure, except of course, she admitted to herself, Beyonce. Kelly knew that as long as she lived, nothing on earth could rival the passion she had shared with her best friend and erstwhile lover during those adolescent nights under the covers.

If only Beyonce knew how much Kelly loved and desired her. If only she knew how much she wished she could have continued the affair with her. If only she knew that all she thought about for years was being able to kiss Beyonce's pretty lips one more time, to be able to hold that pulchritudinous face in her hands, to be able to run her fingers one more time across her beautiful, velvety, flawless skin, to be able to drink from Beyonce's womanhood one more time, that lovely pot of gold from which she had drunk countless times as a teen and learned everything she needed to know about how to please a woman and how to be pleased by one.

Deciding to give all that up was probably the most agonizing decision she had ever had to make in her lifetime. At the end of the day, she figured that as much as she physically adored Beyonce, her friendship to her was all that was important. Beyonce had been the first real friend she had ever had, and easily her most faithful. They had shared everything together while growing up, and she did not want that to end. Their sexual exploration of each other was a delight, but as they grew up and feelings started getting involved, it began to get complicated. As squabbles that should have ended at minor disagreements escalated into full-fledged arguments, she realized that she was in danger of losing Beyonce, not only as a lover, but also as a friend. She reasoned that she could live with the former, but she would die if she were to lose her best confidante's friendship. As such, she decided that it was best things ended.

It was hard having to be alongside her every blessed day when she yearned for her so much. She knew Beyonce had not stopped wanting her either. She felt it from the way they stared at each other whenever they made eye contact, from the heat emanating from her whenever they were onstage, the tone in her soft voice whenever she spoke to her. The words of their Grammy-nominated lyrics, mostly written by Beyonce, were directed and inspired, she could tell, mostly by her. She wished life were so simple so that she could reciprocate Beyonce's affection, but she knew that she was acting for the best.

Her fleeting thoughts were interrupted when Michelle broke the kiss and began to go downwards. Michelle's smooth lips gently brushed past her sweaty skin, tracing the vertical crevice from her chin, down to her neckline, all the way to the slight parting between her succulent breasts, right down to her bellybutton, where she paused and began to tease her. She moaned as she looked down at her lover, who looked happy to be causing such delight.

She felt absolutely guilty that she was keeping this a secret from Beyonce. There was no way she could explain it that to make Beyonce not feel slighted or jealous. The reason she had given for declining their physical relationship was that they were members of the same group, and she knew that the same obstacle was present with her relationship with Michelle. However, there was not as much at stake – she did not have the tight fraternal bind with Michelle, and if the physical thing did not work out, they could always revert to what they had before. She knew that was impossible with Beyonce.

She had not even set out to have a physical relationship with Michelle. Right from the day she had come in to audition for the group after the departure of 2 former members, Kelly had always been drawn to Michelle, but no in a lustful kind of way. She was really sweet and polite and extremely shy, and even though Kelly found her really hot, she was the last person that she would have found herself getting into a relationship with.

As Michelle gently proceeded from Kelly's belly downwards, Kelly remembered, with a broad smile on her face the first day she had been with Michelle. She had been nursing heartbreak after ending a relationship with her ex-boyfriend, rapper Nelly of "Hot in Herre" fame. She had caught him red-handed cheating on her, and had decided to spend a peaceful weekend recuperating at the Knowles mansion in Houston, Texas. The entire Knowles family, including Beyonce, had been in Los Angeles, as Beyonce was promoting her movie debut in Austin Powers. Michelle also happened to be in Houston for a gospel concert, so both girls had the entire building to themselves. The y had both wound up in front of the TV late at night eating popcorn and watching their favorite movie, the teen comedy "10 Things I hate about you".

Kelly had jokingly suggested that they open a bottle of wine and drink to the downfall of all men, and Michelle, whom Kelly had never seen imbibe one drop of alcohol in the two years she had known her, had surprisingly agreed. Since they were both inexperienced at the whole drinking thing, they had gotten drunk fairly quickly, and began to laugh and giggle and make very lewd and almost inappropriate comments. One of them, Kelly could hardly remember, had suggested that they play "Truth or Dare". The other must have agreed, because they had gone ahead and begun to play.

Naturally, things had started out a little bit mild, with each girl playing safe and choosing "truth", and the other asking relatively easy questions. However, as the contents of the wine bottle began to reduce in quantity, the girls totally lost their inhibitions, and Kelly chose the first "Dare" of the game. Michelle told her to strip to her underwear, and she had not hesitated. She began to get horny sitting right there in her cotton bra and panties, and she could feel Michelle's wandering eyes all over her. She concluded that it must be the fact that she was intoxicated that was making her imagine things.

Michelle had also chosen "Dare" on her own turn, and Kelly had challenged her not just to strip to her skimpies, but to go outside and run around the house in the blistering cold. Even though it was summertime, it was way past midnight, and not exactly warm outside, and Kelly knew it would be an arduous task. She expected Michelle to protest, and she did, but for an entirely different reason

"I don't have any bra on", she complained

"Then you'll have to go in just your panties, girl", giggle Kelly

Without a word, Michelle took her T-shirt off to reveal a deliciously round and supple set of breasts. Kelly's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. With the exception of Beyonce, this was the first time she found herself being attracted to and physically desiring another woman, and it was just a coincidence that it was her third band mate. She felt her panties begin to moisten, and shut her legs tighter so that Michelle would not notice. Meanwhile, Michelle had completed her stripping, and looked radiant as the skylight from outside shone on her semi-nudeness, her large breasts sticking out like those of an Amazonian goddess. For the fun of it, Kelly decided to accompany her on the run, and the two girls laughed hysterically as they ran around the house, Michelle's tits excitedly jumping up and down.

By the time they returned to the living room, they were both tired and more excited than ever, and Kelly could not take her eyes off Michelle's erect nipples. Michelle noticed Kelly's eyes on her breasts, and much to her surprise, acknowledged this observation with a smile and a wink. Kelly decided to go for "Dare" again, and Michelle asked her to take her bra off so that she could see her breasts. Kelly slowly removed her bra, and felt Michelle's face lighten when her breasts came into view. Both girls were seated next to each other on the couch, with nothing more than panties on. They kept giggling at the smallest of things, and seemed to be inching closer to each other every opportunity they got until their bodies were basically making contact.

It was Michelle's turn to decide her challenge, and she decided to be interrogated.

"When did you lose your virginity?" asked Kelly, fully expecting a chaste response claiming perpetual virginity. She was certain her ears were malfunctioning when she heard Michelle respond, "Do you mean my first time with a guy or a girl?

"You've been with a girl before?" asked a flabbergasted Kelly

"Hey, only one question at a time", Michelle replied with an evil grin

"Alright, your first time with either one", clarified Kelly

"Let me see", Michelle answered, "my best friend and I started eating each other's pussies when we were 14"

Kelly had never even dared suspect that Michelle had any sapphic tendencies, and it was a surprise to hear her admit it so candidly. Kelly's crotch was dripping at this point, Michelle looking more and more desirable to her each passing second. She did not know what was going to happen, but she could feel the apprehension in the air, and thus, began to concoct different seduction scenarios in her head. She was so carried away that she did not notice that it was her turn to choose her challenge, and Michelle had to tap her really hard before she snapped out of her reverie.

"Truth", Kelly said, deciding to give it a shot

"Have you ever been with a girl before?" Michelle asked

"Yes I have", Kelly replied, looking away as she was a bit shy to catch Michelle's surprised glance, "Your turn"

"Truth", came Michelle's response

"Who do you prefer – guys or girls?" Kelly asked

`Girls", Michelle replied matter-of-factly, "Truth or dare"

"Um, wait a minute", said an astounded Kelly, "you're into girls?"

"It's not your turn to ask", smiled Michelle

"Dare it is then", answered Kelly

"I dare you to masturbate yourself to orgasm while I watch", Michelle dared

"You can't be serious", gasped Kelly

"You have to do it", insisted Michelle, "or else, you have to do whatever I tell you to"

"Alright, alright", said Kelly, as she slowly puled her panties down, exposing her cleanly shaven pussy

"You shave down there too", Michelle asked

Without replying, Kelly ran her fingers down her body and slowly brought it to her crotch. It was already soaking with her juices, and she shivered as her fingers made contact. Her entire body tingled as she gently brought one finger to her clitoris and began to rub. Michelle obviously liked what she was doing, as she lay back and stared as Kelly continued to pleasure herself. She was moaning now as her thrusts quickened, and she brought her other hand and began to caress her own boobs

"Oh yes", moaned Kelly gently, "this feels so good, yes it does"

Up until then, Kelly had not masturbated for a while. Foe years she had touched herself almost every day, thinking of Beyonce, but after a while, she had quit, since it was making it hard for her to keep her mind off her. She had almost forgotten how good this felt. She forgot she had an audience as her moans became much louder, and her other body ran all over her body.

"You need any help there?" beckoned Michelle's voice, slightly driving her into consciousness

"Yeah, please Michelle, come and eat my pussy", she whispered.

Of course, Michelle had not hesitated, and brought her mouth there, skillfully wiggling her tongue around her cunt, deftly licking her clitoris, inserting her tongue into all the right places. Kelly could not believe she had gone around four years without a woman's touch. This was the way it was supposed to be, this was the way a woman was supposed to be pleased, and she knew that as long as she lived, this was the only way she wanted to have sex. All thoughts left her head at that point as she caressed her boobs and screamed to the high heavens, thoughts of her music career and record sales, thoughts of Nelly's infidelity, thoughts of disloyalty to Beyonce, all she cared about was that a beautiful woman was giving her the ultimate pleasure, and she was about to have the best orgasm ever.

She had exploded in an earth-shattering climax, four years of wanting, four years of wanton lesbian desire exploding through her loins. Michelle has come forward and given her a kiss on the lips, and she felt that she would go to heaven as she felt the softness of Michelle's lips. This was the way she wanted to be loved, and she could not imagine things getting better than this. Thoughts of Beyonce briefly fleeted across her mind, but she brushed them aside as Michelle guided her hands to her breasts.

The two girls had made the most intense and passionate love for hours over the weekend. They slept in each other's arms, woke up holding on to each other, and continued their lovemaking through the next day, in every corner of the house imaginable. They made love on the kitchen counter, in Beyonce's parent's bedroom, in Solange's bedroom, in the pool, in the bathroom, in the Jacuzzi, everywhere they could find. Michelle had wanted to do it on Beyonce's bed as well, but Kelly refused, and then explained to Michelle the entire history between them. Michelle obviously was a wee bit jealous, but was extremely turned on as Kelly described their exploits all those nights under the covers.

Kelly had never met anyone like Michelle. She could not believe someone so shy and reserved could have such a wild sex drive. Over the months, Michelle's drive had not waned, and she wanted to have sex anywhere and everywhere. She had done some naughty things so many times that almost got them discovered. It had been close many times, and she was sure Beyonce must have noticed the strange behavior. But she was perfectly sure their secret was still safe.

She knew that it was only a matter of time before Beyonce found out, and she still trembled with trepidation at the response she was sure the discovery would meet with. She very much wished she could be open about it, in fact she had dreamed of threesomes many times before. Michelle had tried to persuade her to confess the whole thing to Beyonce but she just could not do it. She could not bear the thought of losing Beyonce in her life altogether. She had already given up the physical relationship years ago, and did not want to give up the more important part as well.

Kelly definitely knew that something was amiss, and there had been a change in Beyonce. She had been right next to her for over 10 years and definitely knew everything about her, but there was something different about her over the past few months that she could not discern.

Several weeks had passed since Beyonce's startling discovery, and after recovering from the shock, she had continued with life as normal. She had not gotten over it of course, but after a week of sobbing on Janet's shoulders, she had decided that life had to go on, and commenced heavy work on the release of her album.

Plans for release of her album were proceeding extremely well. Her first single with Jay-Z had been sent to radio stations, which were handily adding it to their playlists. The video had been shot, and was steadily ascending on the MTV, BET and Launch music charts. She had appeared on Saturday Night Live, TRL, 106 and Park, and several other talk and music shows in order to promote he CD. She had even shot a pay-per-view special for Showtime. Career-wise, things could not be any better for her, and she could not be any more grateful.

However, other aspects of her life were in a lull. After the Kelly discovery, she had been so disillusioned to the point where she decided to shun all forms of social interaction whatsoever. So many women she had had encounters with over the past few months had tried to contact her, but she really was not in the mood for that kind of action.

In fact, after about a week at Janet Jackson's place, things had begun to become uncomfortable, as it was obvious that Janet was itching to make a move on her, but was hesitant because she did not know how she would be received. It was tempting for her too, it is not easy under any circumstances to live with a woman like Janet and not get tempted, but she knew that she did not want anyone but Kelly. And since Kelly did not seem to want her, her self-esteem was not exactly high.

Till her album came out, the only thing she was going to be intimate with was her music.

"Hi, Mandy, nice to see you again, it's been a while", Solange Knowles said, as she took the other girl in a hug

"Yeah it has", Mandy Moore replied pleasantly, `I'm such a big fan of your music, and your sister's too"

"I love your music too", gushed Solange, "and I loved you in A Walk to Remember"

"Thank you", Mandy responded with a smile

Solange Knowles and Mandy Moore were at a photo shoot for Vanity Fair magazine, which was doing a feature on Hollywood's hottest young actresses for its latest issue. With the ascent of people like Hilary Duff and Amanda Bynes, who had released blockbuster movies within the past few months, Hollywood was finally taking notice of the younger set, and the magazine wanted to capitalize on this, so they invited about 15 of the hottest young stars, and both had been invited.

Mandy's inclusion in the magazine was of course a no-brainer. She had been a household name since the age of 15, having been the youngest of the four pop princesses, the others being Britney, Jessica and Christina. Of course, Christina was now famous for her skimpy outfits, Jessica had married a boy-band nobody, and Britney was still in the news everyday, though only for her changing hairstyles or latest dating mishaps, so while the world of pop shifted towards people like Avril Lavigne and Michelle Branch, Mandy Moore managed to stay relevant by crossing over into movies. "A Walk to Remember" was a moderate success, and she had 3 movies lined up to be released later in the year.

The 17-year-old Solange Knowles was rather flattered to have been included in the article and photo shoot. Her biggest claim to fame, of course, was of course her older sister, Beyonce, who was one of the most popular voices in the world, as the lead singer of the wildly successful Destiny's Child, and who was set to become even bigger once her debut solo album was released. Solange knew it was going to be difficult to escape the shadows of such a behemoth, but she was determined to become a success in her own right. Her album had come out earlier in the year, and while it was no hit, it was not too disappointing. She was also currently filming her debut movie project, which was named "The Johnson Family Vacation". The movie had a talented cast, with Cedric the Entertainer and Vanessa Williams playing her parents, and rapper Lil' Bow Wow playing her brother.

She sighed as thoughts of Bow Wow came to her head. They had been friends for about two years, when Solange made an appearance as a leading lady in the then diminutive rap star's music video "Puppy Love". Bow Wow had of course grown since then, also having some minor movie success of his own. They had grown quite close while filming the movie, she had agreed to date him when he asked her out. Things had been OK, and despite the fact that she was a year older than him, he was mature enough, and had remained faithful despite the fact that every girl under the age of 16 whom he met practically threw themselves at him.

However, she had broken up with him just days ago when she realized she was not attracted to him. The night before their breakup, she had agreed to let him take her virginity, but as they were about to sleep together, she realized that she was not actually responding the way she should be to him. She tried to push that other thought out of her head, but it was no use, and she had developed cold feet and backed out. The rapper/actor had not taken it too well, and was even further nonplussed with Solange broke up with him out of the blue the next day.

Solange had never been so confused in her life. She was not a lesbian, she definitely knew she wasn't, as she had never even looked at another girl, or even considered giving a girl a second glance. All her fantasies were centered on guys, or at least they were up until around a year go.

It had all started when she began to have erotic dreams. It was always the same one – she was in the backward pool swimming, and all of a sudden, a white light appeared, and looking up, she saw Beyonce approach her, shimmering in the light and completely nude. Solange had seen Beyonce undressed many times, and apart from admiring her sister's assets, she never really thought much of it. But it was so different in this dream. Her sister's body looked so beautiful, so appealing, and she wanted more than anything in this world to reach out and touch it. Beyonce would come and join her in the pool, and just as they were leaning in to kiss each other, she would suddenly wake up.

These dreams occurred over and over again, and they kept freaking the young girl out. Beyonce was away in Europe when the dreams started. The first time Solange saw her when she returned, she began to look at her different. She could not get the image of the naked beauty she had seen in her dreams out of her head and they soon began to populate her daydreams. She had tried to fight these fantasies at first, but when they ceased to relent, she gave in and allowed her thoughts to do their work.

At night, she'd lock herself in her room, and after stripping herself bare, she's lie on the bed and begin to envision herself and her sister nude in the pool. First, she only thought of them kissing each other, but as time went by, she began to think of other things too, like both sisters gently kissing each other all over their bodies, sucking on each other's breasts, and eventually going down on each other. Solange's fingers would roam around her body as she fantasized and imagined this scenario, and her whole body would throb in excitement. She could not explain the rush she felt in that dark room every night as she pleasured herself, it was like adrenaline, it felt so real, so genuine, and even though Solange knew that incest was frowned upon and considered very sick, she could not help feeling the way she did. She of course knew that nothing like that would ever happen in real life, so she decided to be content with her nightly dreams and fantasies.

Well, she was happy to be at this Vanity Fair shoot, because of the exposure it would give her, but mostly because she was staying with Beyonce at her condominium while she was in LA for the shoot. She of course did not have the full privacy to masturbate to fantasies of her sister, but being around her all the time was enough to satisfy her. She could not get over how beautiful her sister was, with that soft, luminous skin, and that smile which never failed to drive her to ecstasy.

Beyonce had dropped her off earlier in the day, and Solange was having fun mingling with all the other young thespians. She already knew people like Hilary Duff, Lindsay Lohan and Kyla Pratt well, since they had all done work on Disney Channel, but she was having a great time meeting others such as Amanda Bynes. Everybody was being really nice and friendly, and she did not even give a damn when a pair of popular stuck-up twins whom she couldn't care less about snubbed her.

She had also met Mandy a while ago when they both did some show together for MTV, and spent the whole day chatting with the pretty 19-year-old singer/actress. At the end of the day, Mandy was about to drive off, and the two girls were saying their good-byes when Solange's cell phone rang. It was Beyonce, who was calling to tell her that her appointment was running late, and she was going to take at least another hour to come pick her up.

"Damn, I hate my sister", cursed Solange, wishing she meant it

"What's the matter?", asked Mandy

"She says she cannot come and pick me up for an hour. I wish she had just allowed me to rent a car and drive myself here", Solange replied

"I could take you home, it really would be no problem", offered Mandy

"You don't have to", Solange said politely

"Don't be silly, get in the car", Mandy playfully commanded

They walked over to Mandy's hot new Porsche in the nearby parking lot.

"Nice car", exclaimed Solange

"Thanks", Mandy replied, "I got it for myself last month as my 19th birthday present"

"I'm going to get a car for myself really soon", Solange chatted on as she assume her seat in shotgun, "Right now, I don't even have time to drive a car".

The two girls talked on as they embarked on the 30-minute-or-so drive in LA traffic towards the Sheraton Hotel, where Beyonce's penthouse suite was. Solange was surprised at how much she and her new friend clicked. Mandy had to be one of the nicest people she had ever met, and she hoped they could carry on their friendship, as she felt she could learn a lot of things from Mandy. Of course, it was not like she had a shortage of role models, with Beyonce and Kelly giving her tips at every opportunity, but it was different coming from someone else who was not related to her – less preachy and more sincere.

"I'm sure it's not that bad living under your sister's shadow", Mandy was saying

"Oh, I tell you it is", Solange laughed, "I love my sister, and I don't resent her one bit, but it's like, it's going to be so hard to form my own identity other than Beyonce's little sister."

"Well, Aaron Carter did it", Mandy said with a wink, as she removed a lash of her cropped black hair from her face

"If that was a joke, it wasn't funny", giggled Solange, "but honestly, everyone assumes I'm just trying to exploit my sister being famous, but it's not true. My parents didn't even know I could sing till I was ten, `cos they were so busy managing Destiny's Child"

"How's Destiny's Child by the way?" inquired Mandy, "are they getting back together?"

"I guess so", Solange answered, "My dad was even suggesting recently that I should join the group as the fourth member, but I don't want to"

"Well we're at the hotel now.", Mandy said as they arrived their destination, "Why don't you give me your number and we should get together and do something sometime"

"Come on, why don't you come in for a while?" pleaded Solange, "Beyonce won't be home for ages, and it might be fun"

"Alright, I guess there's no harm", said Mandy, as she made her exit from the car and handed her keys to a nearby valet.

Ten minutes later, both girls were drinking sodas and in front of the giant screen TV, Solange holding the remote control (which Mandy joked looked more like a transistor radio), scrolling through the numerous channels.

"Spongebob is on", cooed Mandy as Solange reached Nickelodeon. "I never miss Spongebob Squarepants"

"Seriously?" asked a bewildered Solange, "I ain't watching no Spongebob"

"Come on, you'll love it", persuaded Mandy, "this episode is cool, it's the one where Spongebob quits his job at the Krusty Krab, and Squidward has to make the Krabby Patties, but he messes them up, so Mr. Krabs has to..."

"Hold on, hold on a second", laughed Solange, `I did not understand one word you said"

"Just watch, I promise you will enjoy it. A new episode is starting", Mandy said, her face lighting up as she began to sing, "Ooh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea, Spongebob Squarepants, absorbent and yellow and porous..."

Solange reluctantly agreed to watch, mainly to make Mandy happy more than anything. She hadn't watched cartoons in years and was not about to start again, but she had to admit that the show as at least cute, though not laugh out loud hilarious. After two episodes though, Solange had had enough and managed to persuade Mandy to turn the TV off.

"So, Solange, do you have a boyfriend?", Mandy asked

"Not really" came Solange's response

"What do you mean not really? You either do or you don't"

"Well I kinda ended things with the guy I was seeing just recently", Solange said

"Oh, I'm so sorry", Mandy apologized, "I shouldn't have pestered you"

"No, its no biggie", Solange assured her, realizing that she actually wanted to talk about it, "it was just a minor dating system, but I wasn't feeling it too much so we broke up"

"I see", said Mandy, "so who was this guy?"

"His name is Shad Moss", said Solange, referring to the rapper by his birth name

"Why does that sound a bit familiar?" asked Mandy, her eyebrows going up as she tried to remember where she had heard the name

"He's Bow Wow, the rapper", Solange said, as she began to rap, "Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yay"

"Oh of course I know Bow Wow", laughed Mandy, "isn't he like 12 or 13?"

"Very funny Mandy", Solange said as she rolled her eyes, "he's 16"

"Yeah I knew that", said Mandy, "I've met him before, he's a nice guy"

"So you're dating that tennis player, right?", Solange asked, "how's that going?"

"Oh, Andy's fine, he just...".

Mandy seemed to freeze in the middle of the sentence, and to Solange's dismay, burst into heavy tears. Solange looked a little shocked as Mandy began to sob right there all of a sudden, and did not know how to react. Perhaps it was something she said. She did not mean to be rude, she was just asking how her relationship was going

"Are you alright, Mandy?" she asked, a little bit apprehensive

"Oh I'm so sorry", Mandy replied, drying her tears "I'm just going through some stuff, and I just remembered something"

"You wanna talk about it", offered Solange, "that might make you feel better"

"I don't know, I'm too shy and embarrassed to talk about it with anyone", said Mandy, her eyes glistening as she looked at Solange

"Well, I understand, but I just want you to know that even though we might not be that close, there's nothing you can't tell me, and sometimes, its better to get stuff off your chest by confiding in someone you don't know all that well as opposed to your best friend", Solange said softly, stroking Mandy's hair as she spoke

"I guess you're right", said Mandy, "God, this is just so...I don't know how to start or tell you this. You'll probably think I'm some freak or psycho"

"I promise not to judge you", said Solange, sure that no secret Mandy could tell her could be anywhere as bad as the skeleton she was hiding deep in her own closet

"I like Andy a lot", Mandy started, "he's a great guy, and I wish I could be faithful to him, but...I just can't, it's way complicated"

"There's another guy?" asked Solange

"I wish that was it", Mandy whispered, "but it's worse, way worse than that"

"I'm sure it can't be all that bad", Solange said in an assuring fashion

"I'm a pervert, OK?", screamed Mandy, "I just can't get these dirty thoughts on my head or stop lusting after every hot person I see"

"I'm sure that's pretty normal, I mean we all have hormones, I can't say I haven't checked people out before", said Solange, a little taken aback

"I wouldn't freak out if it were guys I were looking at, but...", Mandy brought her voice down to a whisper, as though she were scared someone was eavesdropping, "I'm finding myself getting attracted to girls"

"You're a lesbian?" asked Solange, totally flabbergasted by the piece of information she had just received. Mandy Moore practically wrote the book of pure, chaste and innocent girls. This was the last thing she would have expected to hear

"I don't know if I am", said Mandy, "I'm so confused, I can't be a lesbian, but I just can't help myself"

"It's alright if you like girls", said Solange, "I mean, if that's what makes you happy, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself"

"You don't understand", said Mandy "it's a really long story"

"I'm listening", said Solange, still not sure she was imagining this. She had been torturing herself with her desire for her sister, and now this was another girl, the most unlikely person she would have ever imagined, telling her she harbored desires for females

"A few months ago", began Mandy, "I kinda fooled around with a girl. She's...you know her, Avril Lavigne, the singer, she came to visit me on the set of "Saved", and we were talking in my trailer, and she ended up kissing me. I was totally shocked, but she managed to convince me to go along with it. She said it would make me feel good, and she wasn't lying, it felt so amazing"

"So you guys...kissed?" asked Solange, who was struggling to keep her mouth from hanging open upon learning of another teen pop sensation who was into this sort of thing

"Well, we started out kissing", said Mandy, "but she began to do other stuff to me too. She took off my shirt and started sucking on my...", she hesitated for a minute, "boobs, and it was so amazing, her mouth was just so soft and smooth, and I hadn't felt like that before. After that, she went down on me"

"She actually ate you out?", Solange asked, not bothering to mask her extreme surprise

"Yeah, oh my God, it was so amazing", cried Mandy, "she did stuff to me that I never thought was possible. It was almost like I was seeing stars. I screamed and shouted words that I didn't even know I knew, and when I came, oh my God, it was amazing"

"So you liked it" noted Solange

"I loved it", said Mandy, "she even asked me to go down on her as well, and I did it, and she tasted so nice, and it was just so arousing to hear her scream my name when I was causing her so much pleasure. It was the best experience ever"

"So what's the problem now?", asked Solange

"For days, I couldn't think of anything else, I kept daydreaming and fantasizing about Avril, I knew this was something I wanted to keep doing", said Mandy, a faint trace of a smile on her face. "When I couldn't take it anymore, I actually flew all the way to Toronto, where she was on tour"

"And what happened there?" Solange asked, eager to know

"I decided to surprise her after her show. I bought tickets and watched it from the audience, and it was amazing. Throughout the time she was performing, I just kept looking at her and reliving the experience we shared. She looked so beautiful up onstage with her guitar"

"Wow", said Solange, moved by the emotion in Mandy's voice

"And after the show, I went backstage", Mandy continued, "I didn't have a pass, but luckily I was recognized, and I eventually went to see Avril"

"And what happened?", Solange questioned

"She snubbed me", Mandy said before bursting into tears again, "She acted like I was just some normal person. She shook my hand and just treated me so casually, and when I pulled her aside to ask why she was acting that way after what we had just experienced, she acted like she didn't know what I was talking about"

"Are you serious?" exclaimed Solange?

"Yeah", Mandy continued tearfully, "I cried and begged and pleaded with her not to deny us, just to have sex with me one more time, and she eventually said that she was not gay and did not take what we did seriously, and that it was just a little bit of fun"

"Oh my God, that's mean", Solange cried

"I know, I tried to tell her that I couldn't stop thinking about her, and she laughed at me, and eventually asked her bodyguards to throw me out"

"I'm sorry", Solange commiserated

"Thanks. I tried to put it past me and continue my life normally, you know, record my album, finish my movie, and continue dating Andy, but it became so hard. I got over Avril, but I couldn't get over the way I enjoyed making love to a girl, and now, I can't stop fantasizing about women"

"Wow"

"It's like every hot girl I see, I immediately start staring at her, just checking out her breasts or her butt, and start imagining what it would be like just to kiss her, or to have her suck on my breasts. And I have to keep all this within me, since everybody sees me as Mandy the good girl, and I can't even start to imagine what would happen if my family or my fans found out I liked girls. I bet you think I'm like some big perv now"

"No, I don't", Solange assured her, "I understand what you're going through, and I just wish there's something I could do to help"

"But there is", said Mandy, a sly look creeping all over her tear-stained face

"What is...oh my God", gasped Solange as she suddenly realized what Mandy was insinuating

"Since I saw you today, Solange, I haven't been able to stop fantasizing about you. I think you're so beautiful, and I've been stopping myself from not pouncing on you and jumping your bones all along", said Mandy, "I hope I'm not being too direct"

Solange could have died from the overwhelming mix of emotions that hit her at that very moment. Part of her was totally surprised that Mandy Moore was actually hitting on her. Another part was offended that Mandy could actually proposition her like that. But mostly, she was extremely turned on. Mandy's regaling of her experience with Avril had totally excited her. She had never actually fantasized about being with any other woman besides her sister, but as she pictured Mandy and Avril going at it, she couldn't help soaking her panties. Mandy was an irresistibly cute girl, her short black hair making her look more alluring than Solange had ever seen her, and even though her face was currently red from all the tears she had just shed, Solange found herself inexplicable attracted to the teen pop sensation.

"So what is it that you're asking me?" she asked Mandy

"I was just wondering whether you'd mind if I..." she cut herself short and leant forward, taking Solange's mouth with hers.

Solange had not really expected that, and did not know how to react as Mandy's lips gently brushed against hers and began to kiss her. She had only kissed two guys in her life, and they were, at best, inept. This was totally different. Mandy's lips were so soft and smooth and felt like warm velvet against hers. Without exerting too much force, Mandy gently parted her lips and slipped a little bit of her tongue in. Solange opened her mouth for easy access and softly touched her on tongue against the 19-year-old's.

Mandy gently moaned as she brought her hand up and meekly began to caress the younger girl's neck as they both kissed. She could tell that Solange was feeling a little bit apprehensive, but she also knew that she was enjoying it, as she had not complained or objected at all. She had not dared dream that things would turn out so good. She had wanted to make a move all along, but was too scared, and decided to restrain herself, lest Solange get enraged and kick her out of her house. And there was of course, the possibility of Solange telling people about it, and her secret getting out. However, the way things seemed to be going, there did not seem a remote possibility of that happening, so she decided to pay attention to what was turning out to be one hell of a kiss.

The two girls eventually disentangled, Mandy stroking Solange's cheek before breaking into a smile

"Did you like that?", she asked

"Oh yes, it was completely awesome", blushed Solange, "that's the best kiss I've ever had"

"Have you ever done anything with a girl before?", asked Mandy. Solange shook her head

"Well, let me show you", she offered, "I promise you that it will be amazing"

"Why don't we go into my bedroom", replied Solange, "it'll be more comfortable there. And I want this first time to be special"

"Oh, I assure you it will be. I'll try my best at least", Mandy promised

Solange took Mandy's hand and led her towards the spare bedroom which she was occupying while she was staying with Beyonce.

"Nice room", complimented Mandy, as she looked at the massive posters of 50 Cent staring down at her, "I thought you only stayed here occasionally, how come it's decorated and stuff"

"I twisted Beyonce's arm to let me put up pictures. I can't sleep without looking at 50's face every night"

"You like 50 Cent?" asked Mandy

"Oh, he's so dreamy", laughed Solange, popping a disc into her CD player "I almost freaked out when Beyonce introduced me to him

"What are you playing", asked Mandy, as some soft soul music began to play

"I'm put in Barry White's Greatest Hits if you don't mind", said Solange, as the words `I can't get enough of your love" filled the room in a rich baritone

"Are you kidding, Barry White is amazing", said Mandy, "his music is so soulful and sexy, I can't imagine a better singer to make love to"

"Speaking of making love", smile Solange as she approached the girl who was soon to become her lover, "where were we?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Mandy apprehensively, "You don't have to if you don't want to"

"You're not going to pull an Avril on me are you?", laughed Solange, "giving me a piece of the pie and then taking it all away"

"Very funny", laughed Mandy as she pulled the other girl close to her, "Come here, you sexy thing"

The two girls began to kiss again, although this time around, it lacked the gentleness and simplicity of the other one. This was a passionate, urgent and intense kiss, and the two girls clung on to each other as though for dear life. Solange's arms were wrapped tightly on to Mandy's waist, while Mandy's own arms were vigorously caressing Solange's back. Their tongues were skillfully wrestling with each other, giving them both throbs of pleasure. Solange loved the way Mandy's breasts crushed right into hers, and she was basking in the lust she felt for the girl.

Solange gasped in pleasure as Mandy's hand made for underneath her shirt and began to fondle her breast through her bra. Mandy's touch was so deft and soft, and she could not remember ever feeling such pleasure. She decided to use her instinct and go ahead instead of being led all the way, so she began to tug at the hem of Mandy's black T-shirt, indicating that she wanted it off. Mandy seemed to get the message and gently moved away so that Solange could pull it up and over her head. Mandy was in her white bra and blue jeans as she stood there kissing the young girl.

They fell to the large bed, and Mandy found herself on top of Solange as she began to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. She did this and then brought her hands round to her back, unclasping the bra that Solange was wearing. Solange breathed real loud as Mandy brought her mouth to her boobs and began to gently lick. She flicked her tongue against her nipple, which had long since grown erect. Solange began to stroke Mandy's short hair as she pleasured her. Her boobs were not extremely large, at least not as large as her sister's, but they were full and ripe enough for Mandy to enjoy, and she did look as if she was doing so.

"You like the way I'm sucking your boobs", Mandy asked as she took a brief respite

"Yes, I love it", Solange replied

"Then tell me", Mandy directed, "tell me that you like the way I'm sucking you and you want me to keep doing it"

"I love the way you're sucking my tits Mandy", moaned Solange, "oh yes, please, continue, please, continue"

Spurred by Solange's talk, Mandy decided to continue her quest of this young vixen's body, and began to kiss her way downwards, while Solange continued to spur her on

"Yes Mandy, go down, go all the way down, my pussy is so wet for you, and I can't wait to see you eat me out and make me come, oh please Mandy"

Mandy pulled down Solange's skirt and panties, and hesitated for a minute. Solange's young, dark pussy was staring at her, looking so inviting and appealing, its addictive scent wafting through Mandy's nose. She could not get over how beautiful this virgin pussy looked. It was slightly shaven, and the mound of hair right above it looked divine.

"Come on, what are you waiting for, fuck me Mandy, come on, do whatever you want to do to me", Solange yelled

Mandy brought her finger to Solange's pussy and carefully inserted a finger into the tip of Solange's tight pussy

"You're still a virgin?", she asked

"Yes, I am", gasped Solange, "I'm a virgin"

"What, Bow Wow didn't get to fuck you before you dumped him", teased Mandy, "well that's good because I can make you feel better then any puppy can"

"THEN LICK MY PUSSY NOW", screamed Solange

Without a word, Mandy brought her face down to Solange's twat and began to lick. It tasted really good, nothing like Avril's though. This was her second taste of pussy, and both she had experienced so far tasted good in their own distinct, unique way. She guessed no two women were alike, and thus, had their own distinctive taste. She brought her tongue out and inserted it into her pussy like she would a dick, and began to thrust it in and out. Solange was yelling at the top of her lungs, telling Mandy what to do to her, and exclaiming how much she loved the way Mandy was making love to her.

Her hands were all over her body, rubbing her firm breasts and joining Mandy's mouth in providing succor for herself down at her pussy. She was biting her fingers to keep her from yelling so loud that someone outside would hear. She had never ever felt this good before. She had never even thought she would be with a woman at all just less than an hour ago. She had of course had her Beyonce fantasies, but since she knew nothing would ever come of that, she had never really allowed herself to believe anything would happen.

Her mind went to Beyonce, and she pictured her exquisite face as Mandy continued to pleasure her. This kind of pleasure was insanely delicious, and she just wished it were possible for her to share this kind of pleasure with her. All thoughts of her sister evaporated though, as she felt herself coming towards an orgasm.

Solange had reached orgasm many times while masturbating, but she obviously had never done so with external aid, and from the way she felt as she approached her high, she knew that this was going to be an orgasm for the record books. She jerked as she felt the first signs hit her. She couldn't restrain herself from screaming

"Oh my God, Mandy, oh yes, I'm about to come, I'm about to come for you, oh yes, please make me come, make me come all over your mouth, and then you can taste me all you want, oh YES, YES, YES, YES, OH YES, OH MANDY, YEEEEEESSSSSS"

Solange felt herself crash against the bed as she came down from the throes of ecstasy she had just experienced. This was without a doubt the most erotic and exciting thing that had happened to her. Mandy had not been kidding when she said it would feel great. In fact, if anything, she had underestimated how awesome it would feel. She could not think straight yet, but she definitely knew that this was the way love making was supposed to be, and despite that fact that she had not experienced the other kind, it did not seem necessary

"Did you like it?" asked Mandy as she lay next to her and stroked her face

"That was unbelievable" remarked Solange, "Wow, how can I ever thank you?"

"I think I have a few ways you could do that", smiled Mandy as she leaned in for a kiss.

Beyonce stormed into the hotel elevator full of rage. She was going to kill that little bratty sister of hers as soon as she was able to lay her hands on her. As she pressed the floor number of her destination and watched the doors shut, she hoped she would find Solange at home. She was worried sick and hoped she had found an alternative means of getting home.

She had been to her label to work out a few details about the release of her album, and they had decided to drag her into a meeting. She remembered that she was supposed to go and pick up her sister, but they did not allow her to wriggle out of it, so she had called her up and apologized profusely to her.

She understood of course that Solange would be impatient and not want to wait for hours, but she should at least have had the common courtesy to call. She had rushed through her meeting and eventually rudely left, and upon rushing to the Vanity Fair building, Solange was nowhere to be found. She tried calling her cell phone, but nobody answered, and in a rush of panic, decided to rush back home, hoping that Solange had found someone to roll with.

Traffic had been a bitch, and she was so wrought with worry and frustration as she reached one hold-up after another. While on the freeway, she had broken the speed limit in her rush to get home and see if her sister was there, and had been apprehended by a cop. Luckily for her, the policeman recognized her, and let her go, but not before he made her sign about 20 autographs for all his nieces and nephews. She had tried to remain pleasant, and eventually, after about ten minutes, he had let her go.

She reached the floor her penthouse suite was, and stepped out of the elevator. She had been renting this suite for months, and it was almost beginning to feel like home to her, even though she was so busy that she was hardly there. She felt a bit guilty that she had not really found time to hang out with Solange, who was only in town for a few more days. She knew how much her sister looked up to and admired her, and she always tried to set a good example, but still, she always felt she wasn't being a good enough sister. She promised herself she was going to make it up to Solange. How she was going to do it, she didn't know, but she did know.

She inserted her key in the lock, and was surprised to see that the door was unlocked. Relief washed over her, as this meant that Solange must be home. She was going to wring her neck for not notifying her of her movement. As she walked in and shut the door, she stopped in her tracks when she heard something that definitely resembled a voice coming from one of the bedrooms. It was probably Solange talking to herself or watching TV, she told herself as she bolted the door shut. She decided she was going to give her little sister the scare of her life by creeping in and making a loud noise, much like they used to do when they were kids.

Moving closer, however, she was shocked to hear that not only was there more than one voice coming from Solange's bedroom, they definitely were sounds of lovemaking. Could Solange be... no, it was not possible. Perhaps she ordered porn or something - that could be the only explanation. She felt weird at the thought of her little sister masturbating to what sounded like lesbian porn, but she knew it definitely was preferable to the alternative. She just did not want to think of her sister as a sexual being yet; she was much too young. Not younger than she was when she had her first experience, but all the same, that was why she was the elder sister.

She tiptoed to the door, and what she saw almost made her eyes pop out; she was too bewildered to scream. A naked brunette girl with short hair, whose identity she hadn't figured out yet, was sitting at the foot of the bed, her eyes shut in ecstasy, while Solange was kneeling right in front of her, facing the opposite direction, and munching the hell out of her pussy.

Beyonce could have died of shock. She was too shocked to scream, or to even move. Her little sister was also into girls? This was a revelation that was too weird to comprehend. She did not know how to react. She wanted to leave as fast as she could before making her presence known, but her legs seemed to fail her. The girl opened her eyes, and much to Beyonce's shock, she saw who it was. Mandy noticed Beyonce's presence at the exact same time Beyonce noticed who she was. Both girls widened their eyes in shock, and managed to restrain themselves from screaming.

Beyonce did not really know Mandy Moore that well. They had of course met at all the usual events, and Beyonce had always found her extremely attractive. She smiled in pride that her sister had been able to work some of the Knowles family charm in getting her into bed. She stared at Mandy's gorgeous body, and found herself getting increasingly aroused. Solange did not know her sister was present yet, and was still hard at work at her debut pussy eating performance, and she appeared to be doing well at it. She obviously had talent, as this was no beginner's luck.

Beyonce found herself getting turned on here. She had not been with a woman in months, ever since the Pepsi party thing with Britney and Shakira, and she definitely could feel the result of her abstention. Her pussy was soaked as she watched the way Mandy's body contorted to Solange's pussy eating skills. Mandy moaned and groaned, her eyes locked on Beyonce's all the while. Beyonce thought she would die from this eroticism, it was too god to be true.

"Oh yes", Mandy was moaning, "oh yes, that's how you should lick my pussy, just like that, oh, fuck me Beyonce"

Beyonce's eyes popped open, as she could not believe what she had just heard. Mandy realized her faux pas a few seconds later as she brought her hand to cover her open mouth, while Solange suddenly backed away, and looked back, right at her sister, who was standing there looking like she had seen a ghost.

"Beyonce, it's not what it looks like", Solange was trying to explain, "Hear me out, I..."

"Shut up", Beyonce said emptily, "I don't want to hear it"

Beyonce was looking at her sister's naked body, which she was not exactly making any effort to conceal, and she was surprised at how attractive she found it. Her budding breasts were to die for, and her curves were definitely awesome. She tried to snap back to reality. This was her younger sister, she couldn't be thinking this way about her sister. All the same, she had never seen her sister like this before, and she could not help liking what she was seeing. She had definitely seen her naked before, but not in a sexual way.

"I'm sorry Beyonce", Solange was saying, "I don't know what..."

"I said shut up", said Beyonce, as she found herself walking to her sister and planting her mouth on hers.

Solange was in shock, she did not know whether to believe what was happening or not. She put her arms around her sister and kissed back, not daring to believe her good luck. Her sister, whom she had desired for so long, was finally available to her. Beyonce pulled away after a while

"No, I'm sorry, this is wrong", she said, "I can't do this, I just can't"

"Why not Sis", said Solange, "I've wanted you for so long"

"You have?", asked Mandy and Beyonce in unison

"Yes I have. I keep fantasizing about you, and I always felt it was wrong because you were my sister", said Solange, "but today has made me feel that if it feels good, then I shouldn't worry about any damn thing"

"But we're sisters", said Beyonce, "and you're just 17, it will feel too weird"

"But you want me", insisted Solange, "I know you do, I can see it in your eyes, I can see the way that you're looking at my body, you so want me"

"I do not", said Beyonce, her voice faltering

"Fine then", Mandy cut in, "Just watch this and join in if you want"

Mandy then walked over and began to kiss Solange. Beyonce was almost salivating as she saw her sister and the beautiful singer/actress gently kiss each other, their hands gently roaming each others' bodies

"Oh, the hell with it, who cares if we're sisters", muttered Beyonce as she began to pull her clothes off as fast as she could

"Need some help with that, Sis?" offered Solange, "come on Mandy"

The two girls walked over, and Solange began to take off her sister's top behind her, while Mandy knelt down and began to unhook her jeans. They soon helped the 21 year old out of her clothing, and she was as naked as the day she was born. Mandy pushed her onto the bed and immediately began to work on her pussy, while Solange knelt right over her face.

Beyonce could not believe that her little sister's pussy was right on top of her face. Her hands on Solange's thighs, she began to lick Solange's twat as fast and furious as she could. Mandy was no slouch either, and she was showing real grasp at sucking Beyonce's pussy. Beyonce could not believe she had gone so long without any sex, there was a torrent of passion within her that was dying to be let loose, a torrent of anger at Kelly's betrayal, a torrent of dormant passion that had been unused for months, everything seemed to be at the forefront now, and was begging to be released.

"Oh yes Sis", Solange was crying, "suck my pussy, my pussy is so hot for you, I've wanted you for so long, suck it, oh yes"

Beyonce's orgasm, the first of many that night she was sure, was approaching, and she was determined to mark it with fanfare. Pushing her crotch as close as she could to Mandy's mouth, she exerted all the skills she knew into the cunninlingus she was giving her younger sibling

"I'm about to come Beyonce, I'm about to come, make me come Sis, NOW"

The orgasm hit Beyonce like an earthquake. Her whole body shook as she experienced the joy that only another woman's tongue could bring. Mandy pulled away, her mouth stained all over with Beyonce's girl cum

"Wow, your sister tastes amazing, Solange", Mandy commented.

"I think I should find out for myself", Solange said, as she lay on the bed underneath a kneeling Beyonce, while Mandy knelt right in front of Beyonce and began to kiss her.

Beyonce did not know what the implications of this lovemaking session would be in terms of her relationship with her sister. She did not know if that would mean she was in a relationship with her now, or if it was a one-night stand, or if it was going to be an on-and-off thing. But she would worry about all that another day. Right now, she was having all the fun she could, and she did not care about anything else. Fuck the fact that Kelly and Michelle were sleeping together, fuck the stupid label and their ludicrous demands, fuck the stupid tabloids and magazines who had nothing better to do but make up cock and bull stories about her love life, fuck everything else.

As she kissed Mandy, everything seemed to make sense again, and it seemed her life had gotten its fulfillment back. How the hell could she ever have imagined she would go through life without this? This was what she was, and she would not have it any other way. She would never again let anything or anyone demoralize her to the point where she would punish herself by forfeiting this.