Harem

Welcome one and all to the fifth installment of the 8th chapter of The Harem. By now you've heard this all before, so please save me the breath and just read them in order and not out of order. Please send any and all feedback to KMB2476@aol.com

Rose let out a little yelp as the ice was applied to the bruise on her forehead.

"Oh don't be a baby," Chloe chided her. She looked at Rose as they sat around her kitchen table. She was barely dressed in an outfit that Chloe thought would be provocative on many of the porno movies she'd shot over the years. But Chloe couldn't take her eyes off how ashamed Rose looked at that moment as she stared straight down at the table. Chloe wondered how many people ever saw this side of her friend. The side that could be sad or scared instead of the side that seemed determined to shock everyone into compliance.

"Why do you let her do this to you?" Chloe asked softly. She'd asked Rose that question each and every time she ended up here looking for support. Chloe didn't know much about Rose's encounters. She didn't even know the name of the girl she was meeting up with. But she did know that each and every time Rose was a mess after seeing her.

"I don't know," Rose replied after a moment's thought. "I was better at fighting her off tonight, but she's just you know...stronger."

"Oh fuck that, Rose," Chloe said. "You're stronger than her. I know that for a fact. I've seen everything you've gone through. You let her bully you and hurt you and that's what worries me so much."

"I...I just can't refuse her," Rose protested. "I don't know why I let her do this. She just snaps her fingers and I have to answer."

"You hate it, you know you hate it," Chloe pointed out. "You have to be able to fight her off. Part of me understands why you started this with her, Rose, but whatever benefit she had for you is long gone. You have to stop! I can't help you unless you open up to me why she has this power over you."

"You know," Rose sighed. "You know the reason."

"No, it's more complex than that!" Chloe insisted. "Don't run away from this by hiding behind what happened! If you don't want to get strong and stop this shit then stop coming to me when you need a fucking band-aid."

"If you don't want to help me, then don't help me," Rose snapped. "I just don't need the fucking lecture right now, ok?"

"Rose, of course I want to help you," Chloe declared. "You know I want to help you. You're my friend and I love you. But you can't keep doing this. You can't be a strong woman one minute and then a weak little girl the next. It's not healthy and I'm worried about you."

"I know," Rose said, putting her hand on top of Chloe's. "But I can do this! I can stop it myself and no one ever needs to know about it."

"Maybe you should tell those girls you live with," Chloe suggested. "It sounds like they're all crazy about you. They can help you."

"No!" Rose said firmly. "I don't want them to know! Ever!"

"You shouldn't keep secrets from them Rose," Chloe said. "I know they'll help you if you ask. I mean you tell me all about what you do there and it sounds so wild-"

"You know you don't just have to hear about it," Rose interrupted with a grin, moving her hand to Chloe's cheek and caressing it. "You can experience it for yourself..."

"I'm not into girls," Chloe replied, not pushing Rose's hand away.

"Liar," Rose shot back, continuing her caresses. "Besides we'll know how to do it you just the way you like it."

"Oh stop Rose," Chloe said, surprised that she was actually blushing. "You can't flirt your way out of this conversation. I'm not going to sleep with you."

"Why not?" Rose teased. "Aren't I fuckable enough for you? Or would you rather take your porno studs up the ass night in and night out?"

"God, you're incorrigible," Chloe declared, shaking her head. "You're still not going to get me to fuck you Rose. Sex would just screw our friendship up."

"I don't know about that," Rose smiled. "I'm getting along great with everyone at the house and I think we all know what goes on there..."

Chloe just shook her head and sighed. She remembered when it was guys Rose used to lust after non-stop and the tales she used to regale her with about that. Now it was all girls and Chloe noticed Rose did seem happier now, except for times like tonight when she went off to meet that girl. Chloe wished she knew who the girl was. Then she'd go out there and set her straight.

Sometimes Chloe wondered how it was that a WB chick ended up being friends with someone who'd made hundreds of porno movies. Of course some friendships just never made sense no matter how you broke them down and she had known Rose even before she'd been spotted outside that gym and plunked into "The Doom Generation."

She knew Rose was strong and that she could handle herself, but Chloe worried more each time Rose saw this girl. She didn't like where it was headed and she couldn't help think it wasn't going to end well.

Jennifer dropped the towel she had wrapped around her body and crawled into bed naked. Brad was already underneath the sheets and, suffering from the jet lag his flight from Toronto had left him with, he was sound asleep. Jennifer studied her husband in the moonlight then filtered into their bedroom as his bare chest rose up and down. Despite everything else in her life, Jennifer knew this one fact for certain: she was still totally in love with Brad Pitt.

She knew what a lot of women would say in response to that statement. "Oh yeah? Like THAT'S so hard." But that was because in their minds they only had the fantasy idea of what marriage to Brad Pitt was like. She had to deal with reality, even when that reality involved the scruffy beards he insisted on growing for the parts he took. However, reality with Brad was pretty damn nice, if Jennifer didn't say so herself.

They had celebrated his return home with a quiet evening at home, which of course was followed by rather animalistic lovemaking. Brad loved sex in the shower with her and Jennifer never minded obliging him. She loved how he touched her and how good he made her feel. She knew she never wanted to feel another man inside her besides him, but of course that was where things got complicated for her.

Was there a difference between another man's cock inside her and Love's happy tongue lapping away at her pussy? Or for that matter was there a difference between another man bending her over and taking her from behind and Rose strapping on Mr. Snappy and pushing her onto all fours. Brad had no idea of everything that she'd done and all she'd experienced. Her love for him was not in doubt, but Jennifer was also trying to come to terms with her burning need for female flesh.

Even as Brad lay sleeping before her, Jennifer's thoughts ended up drifting toward Malibu. She wondered what her housemates were doing? She had no doubt it was sexy and fun and part of her longed to be with them. Even though she knew she should be feeling very much at peace right now with her husband sleeping beside her, she still wanted to escape and run off to engage in the debauchery that had become commonplace in the mansion.

A sudden thought popped into Jennifer's head: Am I turning gay? But she shrugged that off as quickly as it had arrived. She wasn't gay. Wasn't she just on her knees in the shower sucking Brad's cock as water cascaded all over their bodies? And hadn't she just been screaming for him to fuck her harder? If she was gay, then that was the behavior of the worst lesbian since Anne Heche had wandered in from the meadow.

She just missed her friends and all the fun that went along with being with them. Each night she had been without them since she had moved part of her life to Malibu had seemed lonelier. She had a bond with them, and it was becoming just as strong as the one she had with Brad. Just as she missed him when he wasn't with her, she missed her beautiful group of lovers as well.

It was so tempting to come clean to Brad. I mean what man didn't want to see his wife with another woman? What would happen if the bedroom door had swung open and Jennifer had whispered to Brad, "Honey, you know Jewel, right? Well, she's going to join us tonight." She wasn't positive what his reaction would have been, but it likely would have involved a lot of blood leaving his brain and rushing to his cock.

But what if she was wrong? What if that wasn't his reaction? What if he was hurt and called her a cheater? What if, God forbid, he wanted a divorce? Jennifer couldn't live without him. She planned the whole rest of her life around Brad and starting a family with him. She wanted to have his children and grow old and forgetful with him.

It wasn't fair that she had to choose. Why couldn't she have both her husband and her housemates. What was wrong with having her cake and eating it too? But despite her unwillingness to have to make a choice, Jennifer knew the crossroads she had been dreading for so long was coming up on her fast.

Eliza resisted the temptation to call out Kirsten's name like she was looking for a lost puppy. Besides the fact that she would have looked silly, she was afraid it was going to make Kirsten run away again. After Kirsten had run out of the room, Eliza had sat around feeling very sorry for herself. She had wanted to run right after her, but she had decided that Kirsten needed some space and some time to herself for a little while. So she held back and let Kirsten go. Besides it wasn't like she could get very far. Eliza still had the car keys in her possession.

So Eliza had stayed in the room and tried to come to terms with what had just happened. Her attempt to alleviate her guilt and come clean to Kirsten had blown up right in her face. If she had to pick a worse way for things to unfold, Eliza wouldn't have been able to. Having Kirsten flee the room in tears just about broke her heart. Plus there was the fact that Eliza knew she had no one to blame but herself.

If she had felt guilty before for having gone to the mansion and done what she did, that was nothing compared to how bad she felt for making Kirsten cry. Kirsten had trusted her and she'd repaid that trust by sneaking around on her and participating in that orgy. It had been fun at the time, but now she was paying for it.

Eliza wasn't used to feeling like this. She had never really given a damn about other people's feelings before, but seeing Kirsten run off like that really showed Eliza how much the young blonde meant to her. She didn't want to lose her and she was willing to do anything to get her back.

After getting dressed and pacing around the room for God knows how long, Eliza decided to go after Kirsten and try and find her. She didn't know how long she'd waited. It felt like hours, but it could just as easily have been minutes. Eliza didn't know this area at all, but she figured there was only so many places for Kirsten to hide around here.

Eliza had quickly located the robe Kirsten had worn when she had run out. She assumed Kirsten had redressed because she wasn't the type to be wandering around outside naked. She continued looking around, not caring how late it was, trying to find any sign of where Kirsten could be.

She looked high and low around the hotel. She declined to ask anyone for help because it wasn't how she liked to do things and, besides, there was the off chance she might get recognized and the last thing she needed was for a tabloid to pick up on this story. Eliza searched all over the grounds and ended up doubling back. She was about to restart her search when she heard something near the pool.

Eliza moved closer and when she got there she found what she had suspected. Someone was by the pool and Eliza knew what she was hearing were soft sobs. When she heard them Eliza nearly started crying herself, but she tried to regain focus. This was no time for her to turn into some simpering wimp. She had to be strong and try to repair the damage she had done.

She didn't want to spook Kirsten, so Eliza crept up behind her quietly.

"Kirsten?" Eliza said quietly.

"Go away," Kirsten sniffed. "I hate you!"

Even though that was what she had been expecting to hear, the words still hurt Eliza. But that didn't stop her from getting closer. Kirsten was sitting by the edge of the pool, the lights of the night and of the hotel shining in the water and creating a beautiful reflection.

"Kirsten please, listen to me," Eliza insisted. "I am so sorry."

"I don't care," Kirsten declared.

"Please Kirsten, let's just talk..." Eliza requested.

"Why don't you go talk to Sarah or one of your other orgy friends," Kirsten snapped. "They seem to know how to get you excited. I sure can't."

"Of course you can," Eliza replied. "You always excite me. You're being silly."

"Shut up!" Kirsten shouted, a little bit louder than she had intended as she angrily splashed the water. "I can be whatever I want to be now! You don't get to tell me how to feel right now Eliza!"

"I know, I'm sorry," Eliza said. "Please Kirsten, you don't know how bad I feel. I never wanted to hurt you."

"But you did!" Kirsten shot back. "You hurt me by cheating on me and then you hurt me by confessing it just so you could ease your guilty conscious. You're not who I thought you were. I thought I could trust you."

"You can," Eliza insisted. "You can trust me Kirsten! It was just this one time."

"It's always just one time," Kirsten replied. "Then it's always another time and then another time after that. I've been with cheaters before Eliza and they never change. They just cheat on you time and time again."

"But I won't!" Eliza declared. "I swear Kirsten I would never do this to you again. I don't want to be with anyone but you!"

Kirsten looked at Eliza like she was thinking it over. Then she frowned and went back to staring at the concrete ground.

"Liar," Kirsten said angrily. "You're lying to me Eliza. Don't even bother, because I know I can never trust you again."

"You can," Eliza insisted, once again feeling the urge to cry. "Please Kirsten. Don't give up on us. I can't lose you. You can trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you. You're the most important thing in my life."

"If I'm so important then why'd you do it?" Kirsten asked. "Why'd you cheat?"

"I don't know why I did it," Eliza admitted. "I guess it was just too good a fantasy to pass up. I wasn't used to passing up things like that. I mean I've only thought of myself for so long I wasn't used to thinking of other people's feelings. But I do care Kirsten. I care about you so much. I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't see your beautiful face and that smile of yours. I've never felt about anyone like I do about you Kiki."

Eliza then emphasized her point by placing her hand on top of Kirsten's. Kirsten let it rest there for a few seconds before suddenly pulling her hand away.

"No!" she declared. "I don't want you to touch me! I hate you Eliza!"

"Please don't say that Kiki," Eliza said, taking it as a positive sign that Kirsten at least wasn't telling her not to call her "Kiki anymore."

"Why don't you just go off with Sarah, you wanted her so much," Kirsten said bitterly. "You obviously liked her better than me."

"That's not true," Eliza protested. "I don't want to be with Sarah. I want to be with you."

The pair sat in silence for a few moments before Kirsten spoke up again with something that had been bothering her.

"Are you embarrassed by me or something?" Kirsten asked.

"What do you mean?" Eliza asked, not following her at all.

"Why didn't you bring me with you?" Kirsten asked. "Did you think I was like some kid or something? Were you thinking I was some lightweight who couldn't handle it? I would have loved to go with you."

"I just wasn't thinking Kiki..." Eliza said sadly. "I didn't take your feelings into account. I wish I taken you. I wish I had done so many things differently. Of course I'm not embarrassed with you. You're no lightweight to me and you're definitely no kid. I love doing what we do to each other."

"Did you mean what you said before?" Kirsten asked. "You know about me being the best thing in your life?"

"Totally," Eliza immediately stated. "I'm so totally crazy for you Kiki. I've never felt that way before. You do crazy things to me."

"You do crazy things to me too..." Kirsten admitted softly. "I really hate you though Eliza. I just wish I didn't love you so damn much too."

Eliza nearly swallowed her tongue when Kirsten said that. Was she serious? Kirsten was staring at the ground again so Eliza couldn't tell. She so wasn't ready to respond to this. What should she say? Eliza decided to just clear her head and do the first thing that popped in there.

She then closed her eyes, opened them, took Kirsten's chin with her hand, raised her head up and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Kirsten didn't kiss back, but she didn't pull away either.

"I love you too Kiki," Eliza admitted, not sure where she was saying this from, but knowing it was true. Sometimes it took something like this for her to admit what she'd known since they had filmed "Bring It On."

"I'm totally in love with you Kiki," Eliza continued. "You're the person that makes me most happy in the world. I'll do anything to make this up to you."

Kirsten impetuously kissed Eliza this time, pushing her tongue into her mouth and showing that while she might not be forgiven, at least she could stand to touch her again. Kirsten then pulled away and looked at Eliza like she was studying her, like she was on the verge of making some big decision. Eliza didn't like the look, but she let Kirsten do it anyway. Kirsten then leaned forward, outstretched her hands and pushed Eliza into the pool.

Eliza gasped in surprise before hitting the water fully dressed. She splashed around for a bit before gathering her bearings back and grabbing onto the edge of the pool. She looked up and Kirsten and found the blonde with a smile on her face.

"You, Ms. Dushku, have a lot of making up with me to do..." Kirsten then reached her hand out and pulled her girlfriend out of the pool kissing her lips as she did so. "Now lets get you a towel and discuss your punishment."

When they finally arrived back at the mansion, Sarah and Love were still a happy, giggly mess reveling in the afterglow of their first strip club visit. The napkin with Felecia's number was still in Love's possession and she was going to make damn sure she didn't lose it. She knew the rest of their housemates would love seeing her dance, especially if it came with the special extras she and Sarah had received. Love's pussy was still wet just from the memories of what it had been like to touch and lick Felecia and then have her return the favor so well. Felecia's tongue had felt so good in her snatch and Love knew that she was going to need at least one session of finger play tonight before she was finally able to sleep.

Sarah so did not want this night to end. She had been too busy having fun to think about any of the problems in her life. What had happened to her and Love had been so erotic and so draped in fantasy. She had been tipsy from the champagne and Felecia had stripped away any inhibition she had brought into the club with her.

The reality of her life hadn't mattered, but now she knew she was going to have to face it all again. Her father. Freddie. Rick. She just didn't want to deal with it. She wanted to be back in that chair in the champagne room, letting Felecia undress her before spreading her legs for her warm, wet tongue. There had been no consequences in that room, just sweet pleasure and now Sarah was back facing a world where every action had a reaction.

"So what'd you think?" Love asked, kissing Sarah on the lips and asking a question she knew didn't need to be asked.

"Oh my God, Love, what other fantasies do you have in that perverted little mind of yours?" Sarah marveled, returning the kiss. They hadn't bothered to completely redress, but they had certainly put their pants and dress shirts back on. Their jackets, ties and, most importantly, their sex soaked boxers were in a bundle of clothing they carried with them.

"Mmm don't tempt me or else I'll be rummaging through my stuff looking for my schoolgirl outfit," Love giggled. "I'm just glad you had fun."

"Love you have no idea," Sarah sighed, slumping her head on Love's shoulder as they walked inside the mansion. "I needed that sooooo bad."

"The others will be plenty jealous about this," Love pointed out.

"Well that will just give us a reason to go back, won't it?" Sarah replied with a wicked grin.

Sexual tension still filled the air between them, but Sarah and Love had to sadly concede to the lateness of the hour. As much as they would have liked to, they couldn't stay up all night screwing each other silly. It just wasn't practical, especially with Sarah's hearing in the morning.

Before they could share a good night tongue kiss though, the door flew open again and Rose burst in. Sarah and Love were startled slightly by her sudden appearance, but not as much as Rose was by running into them. It was almost two in the morning and she hadn't expected anyone to be up this late.

"Hey guys," Rose offered feebly. She could feel Sarah and Love's eyes on her as she stood there in her outfit. Normally that would have been an impetus for her to just rip it off and really give them something to stare at, but in this case it filled her with anxiety.

"Hey Rose," Sarah replied. "What's up?"

"Oh you know, nothing much," Rose explained nervously. "Just getting in. I guess I was out partying a little too late."

"Oh my God!" Love gasped. "What happened to your head?"

"Oh this, it's nothing, I was such a spaz tonight, I tripped and fell," Rose lied. "Good thing no one saw me. It's kind of hard to be sexy and mysterious when you're always tripping over yourself."

"Tell me about it," Love smiled, knowing full well of her own bouts with spazzdom. "But are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a bruise," Rose informed them. "It'll probably be gone by the morning and if it's not they can slap some makeup on it tomorrow and no one will even know it was there."

"Do you want to talk about anything?" Sarah inquired. She could definitely feel as though Rose was holding something back. She acted the very same way when she was holding onto something she didn't want anyone to know.

"No really it's cool," Rose said flippantly before making her way upstairs. "I'm not the first girl to trip. What are you two doing up so late?"

Sarah and Love shared a sly grin in response before answering.

"We'll tell you in the morning," Sarah answered.

"Ooooh mysterious," Rose replied with an arched eyebrow. "Now I'm going to have to know. Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to find ways of getting this information out of you?"

"Yes!" Love suddenly and happily answered, making all three women laugh. "Please torture us!"

"You can torture us in the morning, Rose," Sarah grinned. "Right now I need sleep."

Sarah was about to walk past Rose, but then she paused and looked at her purple bruise on her forehead. Sarah impulsively leaned forward and placed a light and tender kiss on it. She then wished Love and Rose good night and disappeared upstairs.

"Are you sure you're ok Rose?" Love asked.

"Oh yeah," Rose smiled, staring at Sarah's ass as she walked up the stairs. "I'm just fine."

When the morning arrived a state full of sleepers found themselves awakening with various grumbles and mumbles. That wasn't a problem for Gwen. She'd had no problem getting up, because she'd barely been able to sleep all night.

She'd tried to sleep, but she'd just ended up tossing and turning. She didn't think she'd ever been this unhappy before. Even her breakup with Tony had gone smoother than this, but this was one thing she didn't think she was going to end up immortalizing in a No Doubt song. All night she couldn't get the pictures of Gavin out of her head. She'd heard so many rumors about him over the years, even the ones that he was gay and she was merely his cover, but until the truth hits her right in the face, she'd been able to shrug it off. Not so now.

Now Gwen had to reconsider everything that had happened with them over the years. What else had been a lie between them? Had he ever told her the truth about anything? Gwen remembered that song by Travis, The Humpty Dumpty Love Song or whatever it was called. She remembered what the lead singer had said. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put her heart back together again either.

The message light by her answering machine had been blinking all night. She knew it was Gavin checking in to see why she hadn't called him last night like she had promised to. She just couldn't deal with this now. She knew if she heard his voice again she'd just start crying again and she was going to do whatever she could to avoid that from happening.

Gwen just didn't want to think about what he had done and what tortured excuses he'd come up with to try and explain away his cheating. Gwen wanted to redirect her energy in the worst way. She was going to find something positive about today if it killed her. Hey, she was going to hang out with Jewel. That would be fun at least.

Hey maybe this whole vacation from herself thing would open up new * door in her life. They always said when one door closes, another one * opens. Even though Gavin didn't even know that she knew, Gwen was ready * for another door to open. * * * *

"Don't worry it's going to be ok," Alyson said confidently as she hugged Sarah. "You're going to get through this with no problems."

"Thanks Aly," Sarah sighed. She wished this was over. It was taking all her willpower to not bite her nails off right now. Instead she paced around the courtroom. She was there so early that neither the judge nor the lawyers had even arrived yet. It was just her and Aly.

They weren't even using the main courthouse for the district this morning. The Judge had thought there would be too much of a potential for problems if they held it at the main building with the press all around. She had just thought it had the potential to be a circus if word got out, so she had moved to one of the courthouse annexes.

"I'm here for you Sarah," Alyson assured her. "Just don't be nervous. When this is all over you'll never have to worry about Rick again."

"But what if he wins Aly?" Sarah asked quietly, as if the thought of it was too horrible to contemplate any further.

"He won't," Alyson insisted. "After today he won't be a problem again. I promise."

"Thanks Aly," Sarah smiled. "You're so good to me. I've been a real bitch lately and I'm glad you're here for me. I'm sorry I haven't been a good friend lately."

"It's totally understandable, you've been going through a lot," Alyson said. "Ummm but I know how you can make it up to me."

"Do you now?" Sarah said, allowing herself a sly grin. "And how can I do that?"

"Well maybe you could invite me back to your place for a little celebration when this is all over," Alyson answered, blushing just a bit. "And you can tell me more of what you did last night."

Now it was Sarah's turn to have a little shade of blush cross her face. She couldn't believe she and Love had gotten so wild in public. It almost felt like it didn't really happen, but Sarah knew she couldn't have dreamed something so vivid. She had been retelling the story all morning to Jewel, Rose and then Alyson and it had gotten better each time she had said it. Sarah's pussy began to stir underneath her dress as she remembered each and every detail of her strip club trip, but she stopped herself before it got too far. She couldn't be thinking about that stuff now. This was too important for her to flake out.

"I just hope we'll have something to celebrate," Sarah replied.

"We will," Alyson predicted. "I'm sure of it. I just wish it would get started already."

"Ughhh tell me about it," Sarah sighed. "I just want it over with. The waiting is the worst part. It's like telling someone they're going to be executed and then making them wait on line for it."

"Oh stop being so dramatic," Alyson smiled. "No one's going to be executed. Except for Rick if I get my hands on him."

"No way," Sarah insisted. "That pleasure is going to be all mine. You can watch Aly."

Sarah and Alyson smiled and sat in silence for the next few moments. Then Alyson asked a question that had been bugging her since yesterday.

"Sarah, are you sure you're ok?" Alyson asked. "I mean with everything else and-"

"You mean with my father?" Sarah interrupted and Alyson nodded her head "yes."

"It's just something that happened Aly," Sarah sighed. "He'd been sick. Nothing I can do about that. I mean if he'd been in my life even a little I might feel something, but he wasn't so you know..."

"I know..." Alyson said. "I just want to make sure you're ok."

"I'm fine," Sarah assured her friend. "I'm also thirsty though. Do they have a soda machine or something here?"

"I don't know," Alyson shrugged. "I don't think they let you bring soda inside the court."

"Damn, I mean if my ass is gonna be dragged over coals in here I should at least be able to drink something," Sarah grumbled. "I suppose they're not gonna let me order out for pizza either."

"I don't think so," Alyson laughed, wishing she could give her beautiful best friend a good luck kiss. But she knew with their luck someone would walk through the door when they were in mid lip lock.

"Is there at least a water fountain?" Sarah asked.

"Maybe you'd better do some exploring," Alyson suggested.

"Good idea," Sarah said, getting up. "And if they want to start this whole hearing thing without me then tell them to feel free."

"I'll do that," Alyson promised.

Sarah then walked out the door and went off in search of liquid refreshment. Her search didn't take her far and she quickly spied a water fountain. Hopefully it wouldn't be too toxic, though part of Sarah hoped that maybe she'd get a little sick. Just sick enough so she would be able to go home and not sit through this.

However the water fountain appeared to be very sterile and pristine so Sarah helped herself to some cool water, hold the germs. She drank from the fountain, pausing only when a shadow moved into her line of view. She didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

"Hello Sarah," Rick said grinning snidely.

"Leave me alone," Sarah said sharply. "Get the fuck away from me!"

"You know we don't have to do this," Rick said. "You can make this go away so easily."

Sarah stared right at him hotly. She wondered what would be the most appropriate way to rub this roach right off the face of the earth.

"All you have to do is go off into one of the conference rooms with me," Rick smirked. "I'm sure we can work something out between the two of us. All I wanted was a date with you."

"Listen to me you fucking prick," Sarah said softly but firmly, so as not to attract a crowd. "The only way you will ever touch me is if I am dead. That is the closest you will ever get to fucking me you stupid asshole."

"You're the one who brought this on yourself bitch," Rick replied, tightening his gaze and his lip trembling. "I loved you Sarah and it was a good, pure love. You rejected me and when you reject pure love you pay for it. So unless you get in there and give me what I want I will totally destroy you!"

That did it as far as Sarah was concerned. She reared back and delivered a hard slap to Rick's face. All those years of Buffy training paid off and she hit him hard enough to knock him to the ground. Rick quickly picked himself up. It looked like he was about to hit Sarah back, but he saw people staring at them so he held himself back.

"You're going to pay for that," Rick vowed. "I'm going to take everything you have!"

"You're the one that's going to lose," Sarah declared, showing a confidence she did not have. "I'm going to show everyone what a sick, lying piece of shit you are."

Rick didn't say anything more. He calmly turned away and walked back toward the courtroom. Sarah exhaled sharply when he was gone and grabbed the side of the water fountain for balance. She had to get through this. She couldn't let him beat her.

The fact that the afternoon was approaching was of no real concern to the late risers that lived next door to the mansion. Getting up in the morning was the exception rather than the rule for Waldo, Franklin and Delbert and today they held fast to those rules. Waldo was the last one to wake up and he did it, as he often did, by falling out of the hammock he slept in. With a thud he hit the floor and quickly shook off his grogginess.

His housemates had already joined the society of the living that morning and Waldo found Franklin surrounded by a bunch of receipts and Delbert quickly doing pushups. Franklin was never more at home than he was when he was working with facts and figures, so seeing him there was nothing new. However, Delbert doing morning exercises was not quite the norm.

"Ummm what'cha doin' there Del?" Waldo asked.

"Go on tell him," Franklin sighed. "Tell him your new life's mission."

"We are in a unique position here," Delbert said. "We have an awesome chance to become protectors."

"Protectors?" Waldo repeated. It wasn't the first time he had trouble understanding where Delbert was going and it wouldn't be the last.

"Yes protectors," Delbert said. "After what we saw yesterday, I can conceive of no other option."

Waldo didn't quite know how to react to that. None of them had spoken about what they had seen yesterday when Jennifer had brought them over to her house. It had been something so amazing that if someone had told them it was only a mirage, then all three of them would have accepted that without a second's thought. It hadn't seemed possible that the beautiful women who lived could be doing those things to each other. It was too fantastic and Waldo, Franklin and Delbert had seen first hand how a person's eyes could lie to them.

But it was real...very real. Still they hadn't talked about something that would have set anybody else's tongue wagging. Sarah and Rose had pretty much put the fear of hellfire into them as well, so they were still coming to terms with what it was they saw. Now it seemed that Delbert had a very clear idea of how to react to this.

"Tell him why we should be protectors now, Delbert," Franklin said, having heard all of this before while Waldo slept.

"It was by divine destiny that we saw what we saw," Delbert explained in between pushups. "For too long I have wondered why we were on this Earth and now I know. We are to be their protectors. We were meant to find out what we found out and to use that knowledge to protect them from the outside world. I think we should swear a sacred oath to protect the girls from harm."

"Interesting theory," Waldo replied. "Been putting much thought into that?"

"I was up all night," Delbert answered. "It came to me at exactly 3:25 a.m. But don't worry, I don't need sleep. I can-"

Delbert then immediately fell asleep in the middle of a push up, snoring away as Waldo turned his attention back to Franklin.

"How's it looking?" Waldo asked his mathematically inclined friend.

"Not good," Franklin replied. "No matter which way I look at it, we're in serious financial trouble. We're just spending more than we're earning."

"Maybe we could expand our distributorship?" Waldo suggested.

"But where, none of the heavy hitters are going to buy from us without recommendations," Franklin explained. "We just can't set up a stand with this stuff and hope that people will start buying. Right now we're popular with surfers and stragglers, but that's it."

"There's got to be something we can do," Waldo said, running his hand over his chin while he thought over the problem. "Things are going pretty well, considering all we've been through since we got here. I don't want to turn back now."

"We could cut back on the experiments," Franklin suggested, which was immediately met with a strong negative response.

"And put the future of humanity in jeopardy?" Waldo asked. "No way."

"Well if we need quick cash we should just sell the story about the girls to the tabloids," Franklin said flippantly. Both he and Waldo laughed off the idea, especially since it came on the heels of Delbert's declaration, but they couldn't help but lock eyes and ponder it.

Despite the fact that it happened a day ago and a whole coast away, Jessica's thoughts were still focused on her trailer fun with Amy. God it had been so good to be with another girl again and Jessica's pussy moistened at the thought of it. She couldn't believe she'd gone that long without pussy and now that she'd had it again, she just wanted it more.

She'd been worked up as soon as she and Amy had said their good byes with tender kisses and promises to see each other again. Jessica's pussy had been on fire all day and that night she had worked Michael to the point of his exhaustion. She had taken him every which way and even after he had collapsed on the bed with a drained cock, she had wanted more. She couldn't remember when she had been so sex crazy and she had ended up making very good friends with the shower massager before she had been able to get some sleep that night.

A good night's sleep hadn't made her raging horniness any less. Jessica hadn't been able to get out the door for her flight to New York without first giving Michael a blowjob and swallowing his cum. Of course then she made sure he returned the favor with a hard tongue lashing of her soaked pussy, but even that hadn't satisfied her needs.

All through the flight to New York, Jessica had been trying to control her libido. She didn't look at any of the male passengers, she couldn't cheat on Michael like that, but she did give the attractive women on board the eye. In fact Jessica had found it hard to resist the temptation to see if the hot stewardess in first class was willing to grant her membership in the mile high club. She didn't want to risk rejection and gossip starting, so Jessica contented herself with running hot scenarios in her head. There was a movie on the cross-country flight, but Jessica didn't look at it. Whatever it was, it couldn't possibly have been as entertaining as the XXX features playing in her mind.

Jessica was only supposed to be in New York for a day to do the Conan O'Brien show and she was already thinking that when she got back to California, she might pay a visit to Sarah and Love and everyone at the mansion. She was confident they'd be able to help her quench her desires.

But first Jessica had to do the show and it wasn't like this was a burden or anything. She liked this show and, more importantly, she liked Conan. She liked how she came off on when she did it. She was sexy, funny and just flirty enough to get a rise out of the audience. It was exactly how she wanted to come off when she did shows like these and she always had a good chemistry with Conan. As Jessica walked into the studios, she told herself to just relax, stop thinking about sex all the time and do the show so she could go home and have some fun.

However, all thoughts of ceasing sexual fantasy came to a halt when Jessica heard who was going to be on the show with her.

"Britney Spears?" Jessica gasped.

"That's right," Bernard, the show's talent coordinator said. "It's her first time doing the show. She's going to be on right after you and do one of her songs and then sit down with Conan for a few minutes. It's sweeps month, what can I say?"

Bernard prattled on for a little bit, but even though she nodded her head and made it seem like she was listening, Jessica was far from paying attention to him. If Amy had been a score, what would Britney have been? The thought of seducing Britney Spears was beyond anything Jessica ever thought she could do, but as soon as she heard she was going to be on the show she wanted to do it. Could she possibly pull it off? Could she do to her what had been done to her and what she had done to Amy? Could she take someone, who by all accounts was totally straight, and turn her into a slut for pussy?

It seemed impossible, but Jessica knew that somehow, some way she had to try to do this. Jessica loved a challenge and this was one hell of a challenge. However before Jessica could give her challenge any more thought, Conan walked into the room to say hi to Jessica.

"Hey Jess, thanks for coming down for the show," Conan said, greeting her. "We're glad you could be on again."

"Well I just hope you cleared out your dirty magazines this time," Jessica grinned, referring to one of her previous experiences on the show where she found a copy of Playboy behind his desk.

"Hey I told you there was a fascinating piece by Norman Mailer in that issue," Conan joked. "The fact that there were naked women just happened to be incidental."

"Uh huh yeah sure," Jessica replied, knowing that these days the sight of naked women might even excite her more than it would Conan. "That's what the boys always say."

"Hey, I'm a happily married man now," Conan said.

"Oh yeah...Conan why did you go off and do that?" Jessica playfully pouted. "You did know I was waiting for you, didn't you?"

"Did I say I was married?" Conan quickly remarked. "I meant I wasn't married. No I'm totally single! Totally free and happy!"

Conan then mocked chewing off his ring finger to dispose of the evidence of his marriage.

"So you wanna go out tonight or just stay in?" Conan asked in a super suave voice. "Cause I am all about the ladies."

"You're silly," Jessica smiled. "Besides wouldn't you rather have Britney than me?"

"Yeah...her first time here," Conan said. "Frankly we were a little surprised when her agent called us and wanted us to book her."

"Yeah it doesn't seem like you share the same target audiences," Jessica observed.

"Tell me about it," Conan said. "I think anyone who's bought her cd's are in bed by the time Leno comes on. But hey what are going to say? 'No! No! Please don't make us put Britney Spears on our show!'"

"They didn't have to twist your arm much, did they?" Jessica asked.

"Nahhh we gave in pretty quickly," Conan admitted.

"So ummm where is she?" Jessica asked, plotting her next move. "Umm I'd like to meet her?"

"Oh she's in one of the dressing rooms," Conan said. "I've barely seen her. She pretty much went right in and hasn't come out yet. I dunno maybe it's diva stuff or maybe she's afraid Justin Timberlake is wandering around."

The mention of Britney's recent ex-boyfriend, got Jessica's mind working. The girl was probably still broken up over what had happened. Jessica knew when a relationship ended the last thing she really wanted to do was socialize. Maybe that's why she was hiding out in her dressing room. Perhaps there was something Jessica could do to ease Britney's heartbreak. But what? How could she get an in?

As Conan talked on about this and that, Jessica ran through what she knew about Britney. She didn't know much except for her seeming affinity for schoolgirl outfits and for dancing with snakes. She searched her brain trying to remember anything she could to start up a conversation with Britney. Suddenly Jessica remembered a sure way to get into Britney's good graces.

"Hey Conan, is there a Starbucks around here?" Jessica asked.

"Are you kidding?" Conan replied. "This is New York City. I think there's a dozen of them in the lobby."

Taking a stab in the dark, Jessica decided that the way into Britney's dressing room was one that was a road coated in caffeine. That's why Jessica was making her way toward Britney with two big, steaming cups of Starbucks frappuccino in her hands. As far as long shot attempts went, this one wasn't too out there. When she got to the dressing room, she saw that there was no sign of burly bodyguards or pushy managers, so Jessica decided to go for it and knocked on the door.

"Yes, who is it?" a voice called out from the other end with just the slightest touch of a Southern accent to it.

"Britney? It's Jessica...Jessica Alba," Jessica said. "Since we're doing the show tonight, I was hoping we could...you know...talk and stuff..."

Ok, that didn't sound too dorky, Jessica told herself. She was always afraid of spazz moments and that she was really just a dork pretending to be hot, but that insecurity tended to vanish when she saw the way people like Michael and people like Love looked at her. She hoped Britney would soon be looking at her that way too.

Britney apparently didn't think it was too dorky either because Jessica then heard someone walking toward the door and unlocking it. The door then opened and Jessica was greeted by Britney, looking mighty cute with her blonde hair down to her shoulders in jeans and an "I LOVE NY" t-shirt.

"Hi!" Britney said cheerfully, drawing out the end of the word in a very friendly manner that Jessica instantly found appealing. "Ooooh is that for me?"

"Yep," Jessica said, handing one of the cups to Britney. "It's frappuccino."

"Mmm my favorite," Britney said, ushering Jessica into her dressing room. "Please come in. I was kind of hoping you'd stop by. You can give me the lowdown on this show."

"Conan's great, you don't have to be nervous at all," Jessica replied, sitting down in a soft leather chair in the dressing room. This place was sure nicer than her dressing room, but she supposed when she earned the companies that had a piece of her as much money as Britney had earned hers, then she would get the big dressing room too. "Just go out there, relax and have fun."

"I just...you know...I know I'm not as cool with the audience as the guys they usually have here," Britney said. "I know they've usually got like all these weird alternative bands I don't know on. This is kind of new to me too."

"You'll be fine," Jessica assured her, trying unsuccessfully from staring at the way Britney's shirt hug snugly to her chest. "You were great on Saturday Night Live. You'll be great here."

"You're so sweet," Britney smiled before taking a sip of her coffee. She got touch of foam on her lip and, giggling all the way, she shot her tongue up to clean it off. "Thanks for the coffee. People always say I'm over caffineated, but this stuff relaxes me. I don't know how I'd ever get through the day without it."

"Three cheers for legal stimulants," Jessica said, raising her cup.

"Here here," Britney replied, in a mock toast with Jessica. "You know I don't get to watch it all the time, but I really like your show. I wish I could kick butt like that."

"Thanks," Jessica smiled. "I just hope we get picked up for a third season. I mean if we don't then I might be giving butt kicking lessons on whichever street corner I'm living on."

"Of course you'll be picked up," Britney assured her. "They'd be crazy not to. And if you do I'm sure you'll get another job in no time fast."

"Thanks again," Jessica said. "I sure wish you had a job in FOX's programming department. My life would be less stressful if I knew someone up there felt the same way you do."

Jessica was really struck by how friendly Britney was. She'd heard so many stories about diva behavior and tantrums from her and Christina Aguilera. But Britney seemed totally down to earth and sweet and, well, Jessica had seen up front how sweet Christina could be.

Jessica suddenly found herself remembering pulling that strap on onto herself near the pool and fucking Christina hard. That little sex kitten couldn't get enough and Jessica finally made her come by fucking her hard in the ass. Thinking of that had Jessica's pussy dampening again and she wondered if Britney was anything like Christina.

"Ooooh can I see your ring?" Britney asked, her attention captivated by the bright, shiny object on Jessica's finger.

"Sure it was my fiancé's grandmother's," Jessica said, as she held out her hand to show off the engagement ring Michael had given her when he proposed. Jessica loved it. It was going to be hard for her to take it off when they did finally get married.

"So have you set a date yet?" Britney inquired, a frown crossing over her lips, only to be quickly replaced by a smile.

"Not yet," Jessica answered. "We want to see what happens with the show first and once we know we're really going to plan it out. Part of me wants it to be small and intimate and part of me just wants to go crazy and have a big blowout. You know something like Liza Minelli had, except much less tacky and with a husband who isn't gay."

Both girls laughed at the joke and Britney let Jessica's hand go after sufficiently studying the ring.

"Yeah I know, that's pretty important when you're planning a wedding," Britney joked. "Gotta get the flowers, the caterer and the husband who's straight. I'm really happy for you Jessica. I see pictures of you and Michael in the magazines all the time you know you two just really look so happy and..."

Britney's lip then began to quiver a little and before she could stop herself she suddenly began crying. Jessica was surprised to say the least. Of all the things she expected to happen, Britney breaking down crying in the middle of a sentence was not one of them. She put her coffee down and went over to comfort the crying singer.

"Britney, are you ok?" Jessica asked, concerned about what could have brought about this reaction.

"I'm fine," Britney said, gathering up her strength and exhaling. "It's just that you seem so happy with Michael and it just makes me..."

Britney couldn't finish her sentence because she started crying again, with the tears threatening to turn into full fledged sobs this time. She buried her face in her hands so Jessica couldn't quite make out what she was saying, but she did make out one word: "Justin."

"It's ok, Britney," Jessica said, placing her hand on the crying singer's back and rubbing it. She had no idea what to do now, but it did feel good to be touching Britney, especially since it seemed she wasn't wearing anything under that t-shirt. "You can't let a breakup get you down."

"I can't help it," Britney cried. "Justin and I used to be happy and now I don't have anyone. All the press does is pick on me day in and day out and he used to be there to help me and tell me everything was going to be ok. Now he's gone and I just miss him soooo much."

"Ummm sometimes it's just not meant to be," Jessica offered lamely. She had never been a particularly good relationship counselor and it was even harder now when all she wanted to do was get inside the pants of the girl she was supposed to be comforting. "You know you can want something as bad as possible, but sometimes it just doesn't happen like you want it to."

"But we'd known each other for so long and then he dumped me by the phone," Britney sniffled while she wiped away her tears with her hands. "I'm sorry for acting like this. I mean I don't always get this emotional and I barely know you. It just...it just hurts so much!"

Britney then began crying again and Jessica began to think about leaving the room. But then she realized that this in fact could be the opportunity she was looking for.

"It's ok Britney," Jessica told her, putting her arm over her shoulder and hugging her. "Just let it out."

"No one's ever going to love me," Britney said sadly.

"Don't be silly," Jessica said, shaking her head. She and Britney were both not so far removed from their teens, so she guessed it was natural to have overly emotional reactions to things. She remembered she'd had some doozy fights with Michael and her exes over the years where she reacted pretty much the same way as Britney was now. "Of course someone's going to love you Britney. You're so beautiful and so funny and nice. You just have to find the right person."

"I just feel so empty," Britney sighed, sucking up her tears and blowing her nose in a tissue. It felt good to get this all off her chest even if she didn't know Jessica that much. Sometimes you just needed to unburden and since her mom wasn't available, Jessica seemed like a friendly substitute. "I feel so lonely. Like part of me is gone. I've been miserable for weeks now and everywhere I look Justin's out with that skank dancer of his."

This was it, Jessica told herself. It was her chance. She either went for it or she gave up this whole seduction idea.

"Want to feel better?" Jessica asked. She was like a snake, ready to pounce on dinner, but at least she had pleasure in mind, not poisonous pain.

"Oh yeah," Britney sighed. "I don't think that's ever going to happen though. My life is over."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Jessica smiled before leaning in and kissing Britney right on the lips. Britney's eyes flew open in surprise and out of sheer shock she allowed Jessica to continue. When Jessica finally pushed her tongue inside her, Britney got her bearings and pushed the actress away.

"What the hell are you doing?" Britney demanded.

"I'm just trying to make you feel better," Jessica answered simply. She'd been expecting Britney to react like this. This was the crossroads. It either happened or it didn't. It all depended on how good a selling job Jessica could do here.

"Ewwww but that's gross," Britney declared. "Girls shouldn't kiss!"

Jessica fought the temptation to roll her eyes back in her head. Britney sounded like a kid, but it actually made Jessica want her more. She was going to have this girl and she was going to not let her get away.

"I want to do more than kiss..." Jessica declared with a wicked grin. "I can make you forget all about that silly boy."

"Are...are you gay?" Britney asked, totally confused by what was going on. "What about Michael?"

"What about him?" Jessica said, oozing confidence. She was convinced she was going to have Britney naked and wet for her within minutes. She just had to push her a little. "I love Michael but I also love women. They make me feel so good. And I can make you feel good Britney. I can make your pussy so, so wet."

Britney blushed at the sound of the "p" word and she stepped back a bit. Her head was spinning. She'd never been with another girl. Hell, she'd never even thought about it and here was Jessica, whom she'd just met like five seconds ago, telling her all about lesbian sex. Still Britney had to admit that she had liked the kiss. It had been soft, so wonderfully soft and Britney loved soft things.

"Does that embarrass you Britney?" Jessica asked, totally in control and loving every second of it. "Does it embarrass you when I say the word 'pussy?' Because my pussy is so wet right now Britney and it got wet because I was thinking of fucking you."

"Oh my gawd," Britney gasped. What was going on here? It was like some crazy dream. She half expected to wake up gasping in her bed any second now. "I'm not gay! I'm not a lesbian!"

"Neither am I Britney," Jessica said patiently as she walked toward Britney. The singer backed up until she was virtually trapped in a corner. "Didn't you listen? I love my fiancé and I love men. But being with a girl is so awesome. You will feel so good and you will only want more. Haven't you ever thought about it Britney? Haven't you ever thought about getting naked with another girl and kissing her and touching her?"

"No," Britney answered defiantly, but now that Jessica mentioned it, it did sound like fun. Wait a second, was she actually considering this? She couldn't. She wasn't a lesbian. She didn't like girls. But Jessica was beautiful. If she were a lesbian, she'd definitely go for her. But she wasn't! Damn this was confusing!

"It's soooo good Britney," Jessica promised. "You will love it so much. Women can do things to each other that men can only dream of. You will feel so good and you won't have to worry about your broken heart anymore."

Jessica then pressed her lips to Britney again, pushing her back into the corner while she kissed her. Jessica's kiss was so confident and sexy that Britney couldn't help but enjoy it. When Jessica's tongue moved back into her mouth, Britney felt surprised again, but also pleasure. It felt good to have Jessica kiss her. It was so confusing to Britney, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning from it.

"That's it Britney," Jessica smiled. "I knew you'd get into it. I knew you'd like this."

"We can't..." Britney insisted, but without a lot of conviction in her voice. Jessica loved the way she said it with her little Louisiana accent. It was like she was saying "cain't" and Jessica thought that was so sexy.

"Yes we can," Jessica replied. "You need to feel good and I'm going to show you that another woman licking your pussy is one of the best feelings in the world. You need this Britney. You need a big, sweaty orgasm. I can see it in your eyes how bad you need this."

Britney knew that Jessica had her there. She did need an orgasm. There wasn't enough chocolate in the world to make up for that lack of pleasure. She was just nervous about this. She couldn't really get a grip on what was happening except for the fact that it felt good. Could she really do this? Could she just surrender to the touch of another woman?

Surrendering became an even more attractive option when Jessica pulled up her t-shirt. Just as the actress had suspected, Britney hadn't worn a bra under there. Her beautiful, firm breasts were on display and Jessica couldn't restrain herself from leaning down for a taste.

"Ohhhhhh," Britney softly sighed. Ever since her surgery her breasts had been so sensitive. She loved having them sucked and played with and sometimes, when she was really worked up, she could make herself come just from playing with them.

Through her kisses and sucks of Britney's tits, Jessica found one debate settled. Were they real or fake? The answer was two fold. Yes they were fake, but in the end who the fuck cared? They were gorgeous and they were Jessica's to play with. It didn't matter at all whether they were real because they sure felt real enough as Jessica hefted Britney's tits up with her hands and fed them to her mouth.

"Noooo..." Britney moaned, displaying her inner turmoil over this turn of events. "Please...oh yesss....please stop...Ohhh it feels so gooooooood..."

"Just let go Britney," Jessica advised, reveling in her full conversion to bold lesbian seductress. "Enjoy the ride and let yourself have the fun you need."

It did feel so good and as much as Britney wanted Jessica to stop touching her and stop confusing her already overworked brain an equal part not only wanted Jessica not to stop, but to go on and on until she was naked and coming. Her pussy was starting to get so wet...wetter than it had ever got. This was so scary and new but she couldn't deny that it was making her feel better than she had in a long time.

While Jessica nibbled on Britney's rapidly hardening nipples, her other hand crept down to between Britney's legs. She rubbed the crotch of Britney's jeans, eliciting more moans and further weakening the singer's resolve. Jessica popped open the button of Britney's jeans and yanked them down her legs, delighting in what she then saw. Christ, this girl hadn't worn panties under her clothes either. Either she was going to change before she got out there or got some kind of thrill from performing commando. No matter what the reason was this girl had more in common with Christina then she first suspected. However, there was still one matter Jessica wanted to clear up.

"Britney?" Jessica asked the moaning girl. "Are you really still a virgin or did you and Justin get it on?"

"Mmmm no...not a virgin..." Britney moaned. "We did it right before we broke up. I thought it would make him stay with me."

Hearing that actually made Jessica sad. Justin really had left Britney in the lurch. Oh well, she wasn't going to be thinking about him for long. Jessica was going to make this extra sweet now. She kissed Britney's lips tenderly and this time Britney returned the kiss. It was a shy kiss from the singer at first, but finally Britney's tongue came out of hiding and let itself do a tentative exploration of Jessica's mouth.

Holy shit, Britney excitedly thought to herself. I'm doing it! I'm kissing another girl! She had given up questioning the why of all this. It didn't matter anymore. She was scared about doing something as bold as this, but Jessica's kisses and caresses was turning her on like nothing else. Britney had always loved the idea of sex and had gotten as close to having it as she possibly could before she finally gave herself up to Justin right before the break up. Her provocative dances had always gotten her so worked up that Britney had found herself constantly masturbating. Justin had always loved watching her play with herself, but she had done it just as often with no audience.

She had always teased and touched her own pussy thinking what it would be like to be with a man...and sometimes when she got into it enough what it would be like to be with two or three men...but she had never dreamed about other girls. It had always seemed like something she just wasn't interested in. Now it was another girl who was turning her on so much and Britney found she was plenty interested.

Jessica finished tugging Britney's jeans down and allowed her to step out of them. She then cast off Britney's shirt over her head, leaving her very nude and still backed into the corner. If she had been drool worthy dancing around in her little outfits, Britney was even better when she was naked. Her belly piercing shone in the light and there was a sheen of perspiration over her bare breasts. Britney's pussy was almost bare save for a small patch of dark hair right above her labia.

"Isn't my kitty pretty?" Britney asked coyly. "I love playing with it and you're starting to make it all nice and tingly."

Britney looked so sexy talking like that and looking so insecure at the same time. Jessica just had to kiss her again and Britney was even more excited this time. With each passing second she was getting more and more into this and, as Jessica began to touch her pussy, she could feel her wetness forming.

"Not so embarrassed now are you?" Jessica grinned.

"Will you make me feel good?" Britney asked, her embarrassment definitely fading. "Say you're gonna make me feel good."

"You bet I am," Jessica promised. "Britney I'm going to make your pussy so hot and wet and then I'm going to lick you until you come all hot and creamy for me."

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