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Back at the mansion, Alyssa was feeling the effects of boredom. She needed to get out of here and do something fun, but she didn't know what. Oh well, it was early in the day. She still had plenty of time to go out and find something fun.
As she wandered around the house, Alyssa quickly discovered Christina sitting at the table writing something down in a notebook. By now Christina had gotten some clothes on, but just barely. She was wearing a white tank top and the fact that she was not wearing a bra underneath was quite obvious from the way the tight top hugged her tits. Christina also had on a pair of shorts that had once been jeans but had been sliced up into something that was closer to a denim thong than something you could wear in public. There was more than a teasing glimpse of Christina's ass on display and Alyssa certainly appreciated the view.
"So where's your friend?" Alyssa asked.
"She has a name," Christina chided. "You can call her Britney and it wouldn't kill you to be nice to her once in a while either."
"Me? Nice to her?" Alyssa scoffed. "She's the one who turns into mega-bitch whenever I see her. She's the one who needs to let this shit go. I'm not even seeing Justin anymore. She just needs to get over it."
"Well you're right there," Christina agreed. "She just has a hard time with stuff like that. She's much less bitchy than she seems, believe me I know. I mean I thought she was this stuck up snob, but then mmmmmmm. She's quite the little demon in bed. She loooooves pussy."
"I'll take your word for it," Alyssa shot back.
"Oh come on! Are you saying you wouldn't fuck Britney?" Christina said in disbelief. "There's no way you're gonna turn down all that!"
"No comment," Alyssa said slyly, a little grin forming at the corner of her lips. She had heard what Rose had put Britney through and she had to admit she wouldn't have minded having a little fun like that with the blonde. "So where is she anyway? I mean she's usually hanging off you every second of the day."
"She needed to crash," Christina explained. "It's her first time coming down. I'm letting her sleep through this one."
"What about you?" Alyssa asked. "I don't think I've ever seen you sleep."
"Sleep is for the weak," Christina giggled. "I've got too much to do, too much to say and too much fun to have."
With that Christina reached forward and grabbed Alyssa by her shirt. She brought the actress in for a deep, passionate kiss that Alyssa thoroughly enjoyed. Soon her hands were on Christina's top, squeezing her enhanced pop star tits and getting the girl moaning.
"Mmmm I've sooo gotta hook you and Britney up," Christina grinned. "You both are so fucking hot."
"Whatever," Alyssa said before grabbing another quick peck on Christina's lips and feeling her piercings rub against her skin. "What are you working on?"
"The concept for our new label," Christina said proudly. Alyssa glanced down and saw Christina had scribbled all kinds of notes and ideas for what looked like a professional record label, at least as professional as one could be when it was written down in a Hello Kitty notebook.
"You were serious about that?" Alyssa asked. "I thought you were just high."
"Well I was," Christina laughed. "But I really meant it. This is gonna be soooooo fucking great. No more record labels telling us what to do and who to be and taking money out of our pockets. Now we're gonna call the shots. You know if you're a good girl Alyssa, we might be able willing to give you a deal with us for an album."
"No thanks, my recording days are loooooong over," Alyssa declared, remembering her singing days. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately because no one here remembered it, her only success was in Japan.
"Your loss," Christina replied. "Cause we're gonna kick some ass and we're starting tonight."
"And how are you planning to do that?" Alyssa asked.
"Party time baby," Christina grinned. "We're gonna rock this place hard!"
"No way...Sarah will kill you if you have a party here," Alyssa said. "You're not supposed to be showing this place off to people!"
"What Sarah doesn't know won't hurt her," Christina replied. "Besides, I'm not `showing this place off.' I'm just inviting a few close friends."
"How many?" Alyssa demanded.
"Not many...just like 20 or 30," Christina replied as Alyssa's jaw hit the floor.
"You're out of your fucking mind," Alyssa said, shaking her head. "You can't do that!"
"Already done baby," Christina announced. "They'll be getting here like around nine tonight. Don't sweat it Alyssa. No one's gonna tattle. What goes on at these parties, stays there. I've been to enough of them to know that. You'll love it, Alyssa. There'll be so much cock and pussy here for you tonight you won't have any time to worry. Don't be a party pooping bitch."
"Ok, but if Sarah finds out about this, I'm not going down with you Chrissy," Alyssa vowed. "You and Britney are on your own here."
"Just relax Alyssa," Christina advised. "It's gonna be great. You'll have fun. I promise."
Before Christina could say anything more, Alyssa's cell phone began to ring.
"Hold on a sec," Alyssa said as she picked up her phone. "Hello?"
"Hey...Alyssa," a girl's voice said on the other end. "It's Michelle...Michelle Branch."
"Hey Michelle," Alyssa smiled, immediately flashing back to their encounter the other day. "What's up? Did you bag that Canadian cutie yet?"
"No," Michelle said, so sadly that Alyssa was taken aback by it.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Alyssa asked.
"I suck, that's what's wrong," Michelle replied glumly. "I can't do this."
"What do you mean?" Alyssa asked. "What happened?"
"I totally froze," Michelle explained. "I mean I was right there and I couldn't even talk to her. I blew it. I'm sorry to bother you Alyssa. I know you're busy. I just didn't know who else to call. I just suck at this. I can't be bold. I can't be sexy. I feel like a total failure."
"Don't be sorry, I'm glad you called me sweetie," Alyssa said. She could hear how much Michelle's confidence had been shredded and suddenly Alyssa had a perfect idea. "Where are you?"
Michelle told Alyssa she was still at Avril's hotel on her cellphone and then added, "Why?"
"Just stay right there baby," Alyssa said. "I'm going to come over there. You're not a failure. You just need a little help. Don't move an inch. You and I are going to get this girl."
"Ummmmm...ok..." Michelle said surprised and excited all at once. She hadn't called Alyssa for advice. She had called her because she hadn't been able to think of anyone else who would understand what she was going through. Now it looked like she might still have a shot here at Avril and Michelle was open to any help she could get.
"See you soon sweetie," Alyssa promised as she ended the call. Just as she did that, the phone in the kitchen began to ring. Alyssa glanced over and saw that Christina had absolutely no intention of getting up and answering it.
"Oh don't worry...I'll get it," Alyssa sighed as Christina looked up and smiled at her.
"Hello?" Alyssa said.
"Hi...is Love there?" a familiar voice asked. Alyssa didn't immediately register who it was, but it came to her in a few seconds.
"Jaime?" Alyssa inquired, wondering how she got this number.
"Alyssa?" Jaime Pressley responded. "How are you girl? What the hell are you doing there?"
"I live here," Alyssa replied, wondering how much Jaime knew about what went on here. She decided to play it coy, but the fact that Jaime had this number and had called looking for Love indicated she probably had a very good idea what happened behind these walls.
"Oh...do you now?" Jamie teased. "I hadn't heard you moved. So you and Love are roommates?"
"Something like that..." Alyssa said, holding back the key information until she was sure Jamie was ok with this. She and Jaime had gotten close when she had guest starred on "Charmed" and Alyssa was already imagining what she could do to the tart tongued blonde if she got her over to the mansion.
"Hmmmm mysterious," Jaime declared. "So is Love there? We were supposed to hook up and get lunch, but I hadn't heard from her in a few days."
"Oh she's not here," Alyssa reported. "She took off on a trip to New York. I'm not sure when she's going to be back."
"She left..." Jaime said, as if not believing the words she was being told. "Who did she leave with?"
Alyssa detected almost a growl in Jaime's voice and it made her a little uncomfortable. Since Jaime obviously didn't know everything that was happening here, Alyssa decided to leave Rose out of it.
"She went by herself..." Alyssa lied.
"Oh..." Jaime said evenly, like she was thinking carefully about what to say next. "Well then...how about you Alyssa? Are you free today?"
Alyssa couldn't believe her sudden good luck. A few minutes ago she'd been looking for fun, now she had Michelle's young body on one hand and Jaime's sweet southern honey on the other. Any other day Alyssa would have jumped at the chance to see if Jaime was receptive to a little girl on girl fun, but she had already made her promise to Michelle.
"Not today...but let's get together soon," Alyssa replied, already dreaming how good Jaime would look naked. She had seen her Playboy pictures and her nude scenes, but she was sure that bare body looked even better in person. Alyssa would have loved a chance to play with her.
"Great," Jaime said. "Looks like Love's loss is going to be your gain."
"I can't wait," Alyssa smiled. "I've got a couple things I want to tell you."
"I'll call you when I'm free, ok?" Jaime offered.
"Ok," Alyssa agreed. "Talk to you soon."
"Bye," Jaime said, ending the call on her cell phone. The smile that had been on her face immediately faded as she looked down with anger at the woman buried between her legs.
"Lick harder you stupid cunt!" Jaime commanded. From between her legs, Tiffani Thiessen pulled her juice-covered face up.
"I'm sorry master...I...I..." Tiffani began. She could say nothing more before Jaime reached down and smashed her palm against her face. Tiffani was almost knocked down by the force of the slap, but she managed to steady herself.
"I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO SPEAK!!!" Jaime roared as she grabbed Tiffani by her long brown hair. "GET YOUR USELESS TONGUE BACK WHERE IT BELONGS!!!"
Jaime then shoved Tiffani's gasping face back against her pussy, mashing her wetness against her mouth. Both girls were stark naked and there was no doubt who was in charge as Jaime leaned back in her chair and used her free hand to play with her tits while she held Tiffani down.
Tiffani had never expected things to be like this. She had known she had been bi for years and had played around with so many of her female co-stars throughout her career. So when Jamie had signed on to guest star on "Fastlane", Tiffani had eyed her with great interest. When their characters ended up sharing a kiss in a hottub, it only made things easier for Tiffani and it hadn't been long before she and Jaime had ended up getting to know each other very intimately.
When Jaime had first displayed a dominant side, Tiffani hadn't thought much of it. She was an open-minded girl and could roll with the best of them. But now Tiffani knew she was completely under Jaime's thumb and powerless to do anything about it. She desired Jaime even through her hate and desperately tried to please her. Tiffani tried to resist Jaime's siren call, but was unable to. Jaime controlled her and Tiffani had neither the strength nor the will to resist her. Tiffani didn't even know how things had sunk this far. It had been a little at a time until it was too late. Jaime was her master.
"You're so fucking pathetic Tiffani!" Jaime sneered as she yanked Tiffani away from her pussy by her hair. "Don't you know how to get a girl off? You're lucky I let your ugly face anywhere near my pussy and how do you repay me? By not even doing this simple job right!"
Tiffani cried out in pain as Jaime tugged hard on her hair, stretching her neck back. The cries did nothing to soften Jaime's hold and she responded with a flurry of hard slaps to Tiffani's tear drenched face.
"Please master..." Tiffani begged. "Stop! It hurts! Don't do this! I'm so sorry!"
"IT'S SUPPOSED TO FUCKING HURT YOU DUMB SHIT!" Jaime roared, moving her hand down to twist and tug at Tiffani's swollen nipples. "I'M NOT STOPPING TIFFANI! YOU'RE MINE AND YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MINE!!!"
Tiffani sobbed upon hearing that. She had been at Jaime's for the past five days and had not been allowed any contact with anyone else. Her fiancé had to be going crazy wondering where she was, but Tiffani was forbidden to call him. The tears rolled down Tiffani's face again and seeing that just made Jaime wetter.
"That's it...cry like the weak little bitch you are," Jaime laughed before leaning down and licking Tiffani's tears right off her cheeks, loving the salty taste. "I'm not one of those girly little sluts you used to fuck. I'm a real woman, Tiffani, and you belong to me. Now you see that life is pain and there's nothing you can do about it! You're mine bitch. Your tits are mine. Your cunt is mine. Your ass is mine. Your face is mine. Everything you have and everything you are belongs to me...isn't that right?"
"Yes..." Tiffani sobbed, unable to resist. She had fought back at first a little when she had first arrived here, but Jaime had quickly put a stop to that. "All yours..."
"Who am I?" Jaime demanded, gripping Tiffani's face with her hand and squeezing her cheeks.
"M...master..." Tiffani answered. "You're my master..."
"You're disgusting Tiffani," Jaime declared with a sneer as she pushed Tiffani to the ground. The brunette fell backwards and remained sprawled on the floor as tears continued to drip from her eyes. "You're nothing compared to Rose! At least she fought back. You're just a bawling little baby. You make me sick!"
Jaime's eyes burned with rage as she stood up from her chair and paced around the fallen Tiffani, juice dripping from her pussy down her leg. She felt arousal fill her body as she imagined Rose in the position Tiffani was in now. Jaime wanted to see that whore sobbing for mercy again.
Every night Jaime fingered herself to sleep dreaming of Rose being forced to watch her slut housemates submit. Jaime wanted to see Rose's face as she made all her friends and lovers into her obedient little bitches. Every night Jaime would orgasm when she pictured turning those bitches on Rose and having them punish her, turning her into a black and blue bawling mess before she took her turn and finally broke Rose's spirit, just as it had been broken before.
Tiffani was a poor substitute and Jaime was enraged at not being able to have her chance with Love. Even though Alyssa hadn't said it, Jaime knew she was with Rose. She could feel it. Rose had probably taken her away to protect her. Well she wouldn't be able to do that forever and Jaime knew Love would soon be hers. In the meantime, Jaime knew if she could turn Alyssa, she would have a valuable ally against Rose. The thought of breaking Alyssa's will and converting her from Rose's friend into her enemy was enough to get Jaime creaming.
"Get back to work!" Jaime ordered as she lowered her dripping pussy to Tiffani's face. "Get that tongue inside my pussy and make me come you fucking whore!"
Tiffani did as she was told, pushing her tongue inside Jaime's pussy and immediately going after her clit. She fucked the pinkness in her face and sucked on her master's clit, making sure she felt nothing but pleasure. Tiffani's face was quickly soaked again as she lay flat on her back for Jaime to ride.
"YESSSSS!!! EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY YOU WHORE!!!" Jaime screamed, fucking Tiffani's face hard as she slapped and gripped her slave's tits. "GONNA COME ALL OVER YOUR UGLY, USELESS FACE!!!"
In her mind though, it wasn't Tiffani's face she was fucking. It was Alyssa's. Jaime couldn't wait to have her chance at that slut. She didn't mind anymore having to wait a little to get at Love. Alyssa would be a fun little snack first and it would make breaking Rose even sweeter. Rose might have thought she was free, but Jaime couldn't wait to remind her that she still belonged to her.
By the time the phone began to ring in the mansion again, Alyssa had already left. Christina was so deep in her planning for her new venture that at first she didn't realize the phone was ringing and when she did she immediately called out for assistance.
"ALYSSAAAAAAAAAA!!! GET THE PHONE!!!" Christina shouted before remembering that she had already left. She then tried option two.
"BRITNEYYYYYYYYY!!! GET THE PHONE!!!" Christina bellowed. Unfortunately it seemed as if Britney was still sleeping off her buzz, so Christina was left with no one to help her. Sighing, Christina got up out of her chair and grabbed the phone.
"Hello," Christina said with more than a little annoyance in her voice.
"Ummm hello?" Jason replied, a little taken aback by the tone he was greeted with. Of course he should have been used to it. He never seemed to get much respect when he called this number. "Is Rose there?"
"No...she's not," Christina answered, her voice an indication that she considered whoever this was on the other end to be none too bright. "She left, like, days ago."
"She left?" Jason gasped, standing up from his desk and nearly dropping his phone as he pictured Rose being declared a fugitive from justice. "How could she leave? Where is she going?"
"I don't know how she could do it...she just went in a car and left," Christina replied. "She's headed to New York."
"I need to speak with her immediately!" Jason stated.
"Who the hell are you anyway?" Christina shot back testily. "This better not be some kind of fucking sales call. This is a private number, asshole."
"This is Jason Thorne...Rose's lawyer," Jason answered as he reflexively grabbed and began squeezing the stress ball on his desk. He couldn't believe she'd leave the state at a time like this. What the hell could she be thinking?
"Oh..." Christina gasped, immediately changing her tone. "Ummm I'm not sure when she's gonna be back. Let me give you her cell phone number."
"Thank you," Jason said while continuing to squeeze the stress ball. It was like the case was exploding in front of his eyes. How could he defend Rose when she was fleeing the state? The prosecutors and the media were going to have a field day with this.
Christina recited Rose's cell phone number by heart and Jason wrote it down. After giving him the information, Christina had one more comment to make.
"Hey Jason," Christina said. "You've gotta help Rose. She can't go to jail for this. You've got to get her out of this. You've just gotta."
"I'll try..." Jason said, hoping he had it in him to do it. "I'll try..."
As the sun beat down on her, Rose leaned against the car. The car had needed gas, so she and Love had stopped off at the first small town they found. They could have waited for a more rural area, but Rose felt the smaller the better. If they ended up in a bigger town there would be more people and more distractions. Rose didn't feel like dawdling. In a small town they would be able to get what they needed and get back on the road.
They ended up stopping at a place so small that it had one of those handmade signs at the city limits telling people where they were. She and Love were now in Paradise, New Mexico and it sure didn't look like any paradise Rose knew. It was dry and it was dusty. Rose supposed that was par for the course around here, but the town sure did look like it could use a bath.
Of course Rose's eyes weren't focused on the town at the moment. They were squarely on the girl standing next to her fueling the car up. The light breezes that would kick up every now and then would send the hem of her dress flapping just enough to give a sexy glimpse of leg.
"Ohhh yeahhhhhh..." Rose teased. "Pump that gas Love! Pump it good baby!"
"Stop," Love giggled, not meaning it for a second.
"Mmmm ok...I don't want you pumping gas anyway," Rose said, coming up from behind Love and squeezing her in her arms. Rose pushed her body against Love's and lightly brushed her lips against her neck. "I'd much rather you were letting me pump you."
"Don't..." Love feebly protested. "Mmmm anyone can see us."
"So...you gonna stop me?" Rose asked wickedly.
"No..." Love grinned. She had no interest whatsoever in fighting Rose off. Rose could have thrown her down on the hood of the car, pulled up her dress and began eating her out right there in front of the whole town and Love wouldn't have done anything but lie back and enjoy the ride. Love wondered if anyone here would even have recognized them. They wouldn't have been celebrities here. They just would have been horny sluts looking for a good time.
"Good," Rose replied, nuzzling her nose to Love's neck and kissing her lightly while she pressed her body against her housemate's. "Cause I wouldn't have let you stop me."
Much as she would have loved to have had her horny way with Love right there, even Rose had that much inhibition left. She could wait until she was in a much more secluded place to get at Love's pussy again. Rose was still dealing with all the pent up horniness that had built over the past few weeks. She just wanted to be wild and free and forget about her troubles and she wanted Love. Rose was so horny for her naughty housemate and her lips craved the taste of her girl cream. That was part of the reason Rose was so anxious to get going. The quicker they got back on the road, the quicker they would be able to find a place to stay for the night and the quicker Rose would have Love all to herself.
Right now, Rose was content to hold onto Love and squeeze her tightly. Love squirmed sexily in her arms, rubbing herself against Rose and letting her know how much she loved being held like this. The gas station was right across the street from what looked like the main street of this small town and the sight of two girls in the position they were in was definitely drawing a few raised eyebrows and wagging tongues. Let them stare, Rose thought to herself. They were just jealous that she was going to be fucking this slut tonight and they weren't.
But before Rose could fantasize any more about what she was going to do to Love that night, her cell phone began to ring. Rose frowned and looked down at it. She didn't recognize the number.
"Hello?" Rose said.
"Rose...it's Jason."
"What do you want?" Rose sighed, reluctantly pulling herself away from Love and walking to where she could have this conversation in private.
"C'mon Rose...don't treat me like that," Jason said, bristling against her tone. She always acted like he was a telemarketer that pulled her out of the bathtub with his call. "I'm here to help you."
"Yeah...yeah...yeah...everyone's here to help," Rose grumbled. "What do you want Jason? Did they drop the charges?"
"No they didn't drop the charges," Jason replied. "In fact they're getting mad Rose. You can't just leave the state like that. You're facing charges. You have to get back here today. They want you to take a deal."
"No deals and I'm not coming back yet," Rose insisted. "I'm glad I did it. He was going to hurt my friend. I'd do it again and this time I'd cut off his fucking balls instead of his eye. I'm not taking any deals and I'm not going to pretend like I'm crazy. I'm not fucking crazy. You're the lawyer Jason. You fix this. But I'm not taking any deals where they say I was wrong or I was crazy. I was right to do what I did! I'm not fucking apologizing to you, to him or to anyone!"
"Rose please...you have to listen to reason," Jason begged. "You could be facing serious jail time here. Have you given any thoughts to the consequences if you go to trial? You're facing a huge risk. We can negotiate a deal!"
"No fucking deals! Are you deaf Jason?" Rose hotly demanded. "I won't do it!"
"Rose...I know about Portland..." Jason suddenly declared after gathering his courage.
"How?" Rose demanded, her voice steady but furious. She hadn't expected this. She had never expected this.
"The prosecutor...they found out..." Jason explained. "They said they were going to try and get the record unsealed. I don't know if they can do that, but if they do then we're in trouble. If the jury find out about this-"
"I don't want to talk about it," Rose said firmly, choking back her anger as she interrupted Jason. Without warning she ended the call and turned off her cell phone so Jason couldn't reach her again.
"What's going on?" Love asked as Rose slipped the phone back into her purse. "Is everything ok?"
"Nothing's going on," Rose smiled, masking her fear and fury. "Everything's fine."
"Are you sure?" Love pressed, her concern all over her face.
"I'm sure," Rose insisted. "Go pay for the gas and then we can go."
While Love walked inside the store, Rose looked for something, anything to get her mind off the phone call from Jason. She didn't want to think about the past. It was gone and buried. While searching with her eyes, Rose quickly found what she was looking for. The car had gotten plenty dusty from the trip and Rose spied a hose to wash it off.
Rose began spraying the car with water and took notice of the fact that people were staring at her again. They must have seen her with Love and were wondering what they were up to.
"Gonna stare huh?" Rose challenged under her breath. "I'll give you something to stare at!"
Rose then took the hose and turned down the force of the water so it was more of a slow stream than a hard spray. Leaning up against the car, Rose turned the hose on herself and let the water trickle over her dress and onto her body. She could hear the murmurs and gasps around her and a wide smile crossed Rose's face. She wasn't wearing any underwear and her light sundress clung to her body. Rose could feel their stares and she drank it all in like the water that she now had dripping over her face.
"Rose! What are you doing?" Love gasped when she got back to the car.
"What's the matter baby? I thought you liked me wet," Rose said wickedly before turning the hose on Love, spraying her with water. Love shrieked happily as the water hit her body, soaking her dress. Since she wasn't wearing anything underneath either, it wasn't long before the light material was tight up against her breasts and her nipples were swelling with desire.
"Stop! Stop!! Stop!!!" Love laughed before Rose finally relented.
"Let's go Love," Rose said, putting the hose down and shutting off the water. "The open road awaits."
Soaked the skin and loving it, both girls climbed into the car and got on their way. As they were pulling out of the gas station, people turned to watch them leave. One of the eyes that caught them leaving belonged to Deputy John "Big John" Penney of the Paradise Sheriff's Department.
"I wonder what's up with them?" John wondered aloud.
"What'cha looking at?" Deputy Ricky Sanchez asked as he came up behind his partner. Both deputies had been on walking patrol through the town when John's eyes caught the water show across the street.
"Those two girls," John said as the car drove down the road. "They were playing with the hose across the street. They were in clear violation of town ordinance 107C-J...improper use of water when the town has gone without rain for a period of three weeks. They are subject to a $150 fine and a period of imprisonment up to two days."
"Lighten up John," Ricky advised. John was a good cop, in his opinion, but more than a little overzealous. It was good to know the law, but John knew every town statute and ordinance by heart.
"This is not the time to lighten up," John shot back. "This is the time for us to be vigilant against flagrant disregard for the law. While the sheriff is on vacation it's up to us to keep the peace. We are this town's line of defense against lawlessness. I don't know who those girls are. They're new to town and they smell like trouble."
"Whatever mi amigo...whatever...just let it go..." Ricky said as he slipped his sunglasses on. The sun was going to be spending another day beating down on their fair town, no sense exposing his baby blues to too much of it. Besides, a sheriff deputy's uniform really wasn't complete without the mirrored sunglasses.
John was doing anything but letting it go. He watched the car drive down the road and wondered who those girls were and what they were up to. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't good.
Meanwhile, back in New York, Jennifer was busy seeing the sights and trying every trick she knew not to think of Brad. Of course it wasn't working very well. It seemed the more she tried not to think about him, the more she did. Jennifer tried not to let her mind wander to whether he was thinking of her with the same longing, but it was no use. He was on her mind and she couldn't force him out of it.
What Jennifer could do to distract herself, was think about all the good things in her life. She had Sarah with her and, even though she was a pill about the smoking, she was just happy to spend time with her. Jennifer saw that she and Sarah were a lot alike. They couldn't just jump first into this new lifestyle like Love and Rose could. She and Sarah had ties to their old lives and commitments they had to hold. Plus, there were the obvious benefits of sharing a bed with someone like Sarah.
In that big mansion, they often times either ended up in their own rooms, or piled up in groups of multiple girls. There was little one on one action and here there was plenty of that. It was just her and Sarah under the covers at night exploring naked flesh and dreaming of new ways to make each other come. Jennifer smiled and ran her tongue over her lips, still tasting a little bit of Sarah from when they had played on the shower. Experiencing that lingering taste brought Jennifer right back to when she had been on her knees in the shower, water beating down her back as she tongued Sarah's beautiful pussy to orgasm.
If Brad was going to leave her like this then Jennifer told herself she had better have as much fun as she could...damn the consequences. She couldn't wait to see Sarah again and play with her some more. Maybe she should visit the set. Sarah had confessed to more than a few lustful thoughts for her co-star, Jamie Lynn-Sigler, and Jennifer wouldn't have minded horning in on that action. She didn't want to raise suspicious minds with a visit, though. No sense giving the gossip hounds a reason to start snooping.
Since "Friends" wasn't scheduled to shoot any exterior scenes in the city for a few days, Jennifer's days were free and spending her time wandering around was bringing back a lot of good memories. She had grown up here and it was so easy to think back to a time when she was just the daughter of the guy who played Victor on "Days of Our Lives."
Jennifer's travels today had taken her to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. She had sat down on the steps and watched the city go by, just as she'd done when she was a kid. It was so easy to remember sitting on these steps with her friends after school and just hang out, watching the people. The street entertainers were still there. Sure the faces and the acts had changed, but it still felt the same to Jennifer. She remembered the singers, comedians and jugglers she used to see there on those steps. Hell, she even looked back fondly on the mimes.
Things were different now, obviously. Jennifer had once been able to sit on these steps completely anonymous, but now she was one of the most recognizable faces in the country, if not the world. Today she had tried to drift back to those anonymous days, but it hadn't been long before a couple of kids on a field trip from one of the high schools breathlessly recognized her. A few dozen autographs later, Jennifer was on her way again. It was true. You couldn't go back, but it was nice to imagine sometimes that you could.
Now she was in Central Park, walking through and looking for signs of spring on this unseasonably warm day. There was no sign of winter anyway and it was one of those March days that was more lamb than lion. The temperatures were pushing close to 60 degrees and that meant the park was full of joggers, bicyclists and rollerbladers trying to take advantage of the weather. Seeing them made Jennifer wish she hadn't left her own rollerblades back in Malibu. Warm weather at this time of year was the norm there, not the rarity and it hadn't even occurred to her to bring her gear. Oh well, she was getting herself a hell of a workout on her feet today. There was no need to strap wheels to them.
Content to move at a slower pace than the bicyclists and bladers, Jennifer strolled through the park, enjoying the day. Brad wasn't so much in her thoughts now and Jennifer strove to keep it that way. It was too painful to keep on fixating on him. Jennifer heard the birds singing and enjoyed the sun warming her body. If there had been flowers, Jennifer would surely have taken the time to stop and smell them. She had no place to go, so why rush to get there?
It was so easy to fall into a walking daydream and Jennifer found herself floating in that direction. It was just her and her thoughts and she was able to shut the outside world off, except for the parts she wanted to see. Everything else was unimportant except for what was going on in the Jeniverse. Unfortunately, by walking around in a self-created daydream state, Jennifer wasn't paying much attention to anything else. This wasn't the wisest move while walking through Central Park and Jennifer paid the price when an out of control rollerblader zipped directly toward her.
"LOOK OUT!!!" was the last thing Jennifer heard before the collision and after that there was nothing but stars and darkness.
When Jennifer finally came too, her head was throbbing and all she could hear was a low moaning sound. She slowly realized it was her moaning and that she had absolutely no idea where she was. She wasn't in the park anymore. She was lying down on a couch. Where the hell was she? Jennifer tried to get up, but she did it too quickly and her head ached again.
"You're up!" a female voice said. "Thank God! I didn't know what to do! I thought about taking you to the hospital but I didn't think it was that bad! But then you didn't get up and so I started to worry and I was about to call an ambulance but then you did get up so I don't have to call anymore? Do I? Are you ok? Should I call the ambulance?"
"What happened?" Jennifer groaned. She had no idea how long she'd been out. Her vision was a little blurry so she couldn't tell who she was talking to, but the voice sounded familiar.
"You were walking in the park and I lost control on my rollerblades," the woman explained. "I yelled for you to get out of the way, but I guess it was too late and we crashed into each other. You got the worst of it Looks like you smacked your head there."
"Where am I?" Jennifer asked.
"My apartment," the woman answered. "It was close enough to the park and I wanted to see if you were ok before I took you to the hospital. Are you ok Jennifer? Should I call an ambulance?"
"No...I'm ok..." Jennifer insisted. Her head hurt, but that was it. She didn't need the press attention that would undoubtedly come from a trip to the emergency room. How did this woman know her name? Jennifer started to get a little concerned that she was with some psycho stalker or something. The voice did sound familiar though and Jennifer's vision was starting to clear up. She could make out a brunette woman hovering over her on the couch and Jennifer was starting to recognize her.
"Parker?" Jennifer guessed.
"Good...no amnesia..." Parker Posey smiled, happy that Jennifer still had her senses about her. "Are you sure you're ok? We can get you to a doctor. I don't want to be known as the woman that killed Jennifer Aniston. Last thing I need is the 18-35 demographic calling for my head."
Despite her headache, Jennifer smiled. She and Parker weren't close friends or anything, but they knew and liked each other. They had met at last year's Sundance Film Festival. Jennifer had been there for "The Good Girl" and Parker had been there for "Personal Velocity." They had spent a few hours together at one of the festival's many, many parties and they had gotten along pretty well. Jennifer had admired Parker's energy and passion and the fact that she was very easy on the eyes had made her wonder about whether Parker would have been willing to play around a little. Nothing had happened at the festival, but Jennifer had hoped they would meet again. She just didn't think it was going to be like this.
"Aspirin...please..." Jennifer moaned and Parker was ready for that.
"Here...Tylenol...extra strength..." Parker said as she handed Jennifer two gel caplets. "Good for stress headaches and I guess the occasional near concussion."
Jennifer gratefully took the pills and the glass of water she was offered. She trusted Parker enough to feel confident she wasn't being slipped anything other than what was promised. Besides, Parker didn't seem to be the type of woman who needed drugs to get laid. Jennifer smiled as that thought crept through her brain.
"Ah good a smile," Parker observed. "I guess that's an improvement. What's so funny."
"Oh nothing..." Jennifer lied. "I just didn't expect for us to meet again like this."
"Tell me about it," Parker smiled. "Talk about of all the gin joints in all the world, why did she have to rollerblade into mine. I swear those things have a mind of their own. Sorry about what happened. I don't want you to think it was intentional or anything."
"Oh no...I totally don't think that," Jennifer said. The Tylenol was doing its job and Jennifer's head was quickly feeling better. She was even able to sit up. Her vision has now completely cleared and Jennifer saw Parker was standing before her in the couch in black workout shorts and a t-shirt that said "New York Sports Club."
"Good...I didn't want you to think I was some psycho who randomly runs people over for kicks," Parker said before noticing something. "Oh my God! You're bleeding!"
"I am? Where?" Jennifer asked before she looked down and found the answer. During the impact of the collision she must have really scraped herself because her jeans were torn and blood trickled from her knee. "Oh shit...your couch!"
"Don't worry," Parker said, holding out her hand and helping Jennifer up. "A little blood won't kill it. Besides that's what scotch guarding is for. Let's get you bandaged up."
Parker then walked Jennifer toward the bathroom where her first aid kit was. Jennifer knew she shouldn't be focusing on things like this, but she couldn't help but steal a glance and admire Parker's ass through her shorts. Parker didn't have a body that grabbed you by the throat and forced you into drooling submission, but that didn't make her any less attractive. She was just a different kind of attractive...less Hollywood and more real world. It was no wonder Parker had lived in New York City for so long.
Jennifer tried to focus her thoughts. She couldn't be thinking of sex now. Or could she? There was no reason she couldn't. She had a headache and a scraped knee. Nothing more. She was an attractive woman and so was Parker. There was no reason she couldn't fantasize about the two of them turning this accident into an intimate encounter. Jennifer had heard a rumor or two over the years about Parker being into girls so there was definitely no harm in thinking about the two of them getting naked.
The two of them walked into the bathroom and Jennifer sat herself down on the edge of the bathtub. She gripped onto the sides to keep from falling in and as Parker walked over to the medicine cabinet and reached up for the first aid kit, Jennifer's eyes once again focused on how those black shorts hugged her ass. The headache was quickly becoming a memory and Jennifer was feeling a wicked rush of horniness coming on. Just like earlier, the more she tried not to think about something, the more she wanted it and Jennifer was starting to really want Parker.
She didn't know Parker. Not really. She had no idea if she was into girls. But that was what made it more fun. It was a risk. Just like what she and Cameron Diaz had done after their strip cardio class. Jennifer had told herself to have as much fun as she could and what would playing around with Parker be, if not fun? Jennifer's desires only increased when Parker spoke again.
"Ummm ok...those jeans are gonna have to come off," Parker declared as she stood before Jennifer with bandages, cotton balls and rubbing alcohol.
Jennifer certainly had no problem with that and she reached down to untie her sneakers. She just wanted to take the opportunity to tease a little.
"Hmmmm getting my pants off, huh?" Jennifer grinned as she pushed off her jeans and sat back down in her white panties. "This hasn't been some grand plan of yours to take advantage of me, is it?"
"Why? Do you want me to?" Parker challenged with a wicked smile that nearly sent Jennifer sprawling backwards. Was she flirting back with her? Jennifer had said what she said to test the waters a little and Parker's response indicated that the water was just fine. Parker didn't follow it up with anything, so the statement just hung in the air as she set to work at fixing Jennifer's wound.
Jennifer grimaced as Parker applied the alcohol to the abrasion, cleaning it off. She actually welcomed the sting. It got her mind off her own arousal. She wanted Parker, but she didn't want her to think she was some kind of pervert.
"You've done this before," Jennifer observed as Parker expertly tended to her, putting a bandage on her knee.
"Well let's just say this wasn't my first rollerblading accident," Parker said coyly. Jennifer loved that smile. It was positively impish. She felt another rush of desire and was reminded what a vulnerable position she was in. She was sitting on the edge of the tub in her white panties and there was no way to hide her arousal. Did Parker sense it? What would she do about it?
Even though the wound was covered now, Parker stayed as she was, on her knees between Jennifer's legs. If Rose was in this situation she would have just taken Parker's face and pushed it to her pussy, but Jennifer knew she wasn't Rose. She knew what she wanted. She just wasn't sure how to get it. Her head still hurt a little, but Jennifer knew girl sex would do wonders for all her injuries.
By now Jennifer's arousal was apparent. Her panties were getting wet and Parker would soon have a clear view of her slit through the white material. Jennifer looked down at Parker and saw fire in her eyes. The brunette knew Jennifer was getting wet and she certainly didn't seem shocked or offended by it. They communicated at each other through their stare, their eyes saying everything and nothing. They just stared at each other in silence. Neither girl was sure what to say and what to do next.
Parker couldn't believe she was in this position. The cold tile of her bathroom floor pressed into her knees, but she barely noticed. She was too busy fixating on what she saw before her and the growing evidence of Jennifer's arousal. Parker had been too worried she'd hurt Jennifer to think about much else and sex had been the last thing on her mind...until now. Parker had no idea how this had happened, but here she was with Jennifer on the verge of doing something very naughty. She could tell Jennifer wanted this and she knew she did too. But how should they take that first, giant step. For once, words failed Parker.
It didn't look to Parker that Jennifer was going to say anything to her. They just stared hotly at one another and felt the seconds tick away. If they were going to do something they had to do it now, before the moment passed. Finally, Parker's impetuous side took over and she leaned in, placing her lips on Jennifer's soaked panties and kissing her slit.
"Oooooooh..." Jennifer cooed at the sensation Parker's lips brought her. The dam was broken now and both girls were letting their desires free. There wasn't going to be anything loving about this. It was all going to be about lust.
Parker kept at Jennifer's pussy, not even pausing to move her panties to the side. She just licked and kissed her through the soaked garment, loving the taste her tongue was sampling. Parker loved lingerie on her body and on another woman's body. She was perfectly happy to keep Jennifer's panties on and just let them get more and more soaked with desire
"Lick my pussy Parker!" Jennifer cried, grooving on what Parker was doing to her. "Lick it through my wet fucking panties! Ohhhh yessss sooooooo nasty!"
Jennifer's hands were still firmly gripped to the ceramic of the tub. She didn't want to fall. She didn't want anything to stop this. Jennifer didn't care how they had gotten to this point. She just cared how good it felt. Their coupling had literally happened by accident and what they were doing now was the most impetuous thing Jennifer had ever done. Even her encounter with Cameron had been the result of a long -standing crush. This was so sudden and that only made it hotter for Jennifer.
For her part, Parker was ecstatic to see Jennifer letting her indulge in her little fetish. Parker just couldn't get enough when it came to lingerie and, though she didn't seem the type, she had a closet full of the stuff. When it came down to it, the fanciest piece of underwear was no different then the silky, white panties Jennifer was wearing now. If there was a hot pussy underneath it then it was all good.
Parker had been bisexual since college and she had actually carried on a few relationships with women. She hadn't done it publicly or anything, but it wasn't like she had carried on her relationships with men publicly either. She was just someone who was happy to slip beneath the Hollywood radar screen. Because she wasn't a household name or face, she had the freedom to do crazy things like this and not have to worry about who was following her from where. She felt sometimes she could fuck whoever she wanted...man or woman and no one would care. She was going to be putting that to the test here for sure.
She had never expected to be doing this to someone like Jennifer. Parker remembered the time they had spent together at Sundance very well and had thought she had detected an air of flirtiness in the conversation they had shared that night. But then Jennifer had gone back to her world and Parker had returned to hers and she had figured that was that. Now Parker had the taste of Jennifer's pussy on her tongue and she wanted more.
"Mmmmm such a wet little pussy," Parker admired as she rested her tongue for a moment and instead rubbed her hand over Jennifer's labia. "You like this Jennifer? You like me on my knees doing nasty things to your pussy?"
"Yes! I love it!" Jennifer groaned. "Don't stop! Make me feel good! You owe me you little slut! Nearly killing me on your stupid rollerblades. Now you gotta make it up to me! Eat my pussy Parker! Make me come!"
"I'll make you come!" Parker promised. "I'll make your pussy fucking cream! I had no idea you were such a nasty slut Jennifer!"
"You have no idea how nasty I can get," Jennifer declared as Parker continued to rub her through her panties.
"Oh yeah? Let's just see about that baby, because you've never met anyone as nasty as me," Parker shot back with a wicked grin.
Don't be so sure about that Parker, Jennifer thought to herself as she thought back to all the girls she'd been with. Parker looked like she could get nasty, but she was no Rose. It suddenly dawned on Jennifer that Parker and Rose had once done a movie together. She wondered if they'd ever hooked up? If they had they must have just melted everything in their path with their intensity. Thinking about that got Jennifer moaning even harder and Parker responded by taking Jennifer's panties and really rubbing them into her pussy.
By now Jennifer's panties had been soaked through and Parker had a clear view of the tight pussy that lay behind them. She hadn't been with a woman for a few months now and Parker was really starting to feel pussy hungry. Parker had always been someone a little too energetic for her own good and sex was the best release possible for her. She always played characters who were high strung and high maintenance, but that wasn't how she lived her life. She never allowed the stress to build because she let all her pent up energy expel itself during sex.
Parker pressed Jennifer's panties into her pussy, getting her fingers wet in the process, and began twisting them. She then started rubbing Jennifer with them, using the twisted panties to push past her lips. Jennifer lurched forward, still not letting go of the tub so that the stimulation could hit her clit. Moving forward did the trick and soon Parker was rubbing Jennifer's clit with her panties.
"Yessssss harder Parker...rub harder..." Jennifer urged. "You got my panties so wet and now you have to make me come!"
That deal sounded fair to Parker and she began using both of her hands on Jennifer, stimulating her while leaning up so they could share their first kiss. It wasn't normal for Parker to go straight to sexual stimulation without a kiss, but then again there wasn't much normal about this entire encounter. Jennifer greedily kissed Parker, sucking her tongue deep while riding the waves of pleasure she was getting. The fabric of their shirts rubbed together while they kissed, reminding both girls they hadn't even bothered to even come close to undressing. Everything was happening out of order and they loved it.
Both Jennifer and Parker longed to see more flesh and Parker was the first to take action. While she and Jennifer continued to kiss, Parker reached away from her pussy. Jennifer moaned a little in disappointment, but the kisses they were sharing were so frenzied and hot that Jennifer still felt stimulation from this. Parker wiped her juice covered fingers all over Jennifer's shirt, reaching up to hold her breasts through them. She then reached for the collar of Jennifer's t-shirt and suddenly ripped it open.
"Heyyyyy!" Jennifer cried as she looked down at her ruined shirt.
"Sorry," Parker blushed. Sometimes being impetuous wasn't always a good thing. But if Jennifer was really mad, she didn't show it. Instead she stopped holding onto the side of the tub and wrapped her arms around Parker's neck. She brought the spry brunette in for another deep kiss and they were quickly happily and wetly making out. Their saliva filled each other's mouth and the only sounds they made were aroused moans and breathless pants.
While they kissed, Parker's hands went to Jennifer's breasts and the white bra they hid behind. Parker played with the firm mounds through their silky prison, loving how the material felt against her palms. She could feel Jennifer's nipples begging to be set free and, not wanting to ruin her bra like she ruined her shirt, Parker took the time to reach around back for the clasp.
Parker unsnapped Jennifer's bra and her new lover did the rest. Jennifer shrugged the bra off her shoulders and let it fall down onto the tile of the bathroom. Parker took just a moment to admire Jennifer's bare breasts, the lovely curved globes capped off by sexy, pink nipples, before getting her mouth on them. Parker wasn't a big woman, but she had a powerful mouth and Jennifer gasped as she proceeded to suck her right breast into her mouth, teasing it with her wet tongue, before releasing it and concentrating on her nipple.
"Ohhhh you're so hot Parker!" Jennifer sighed in her sexual haze. "Suck on my tits you nasty girl! Mmmm if I'd known how hot you were I would have tried harder to fuck you back at Sundance!"
I could say the same to you, Parker thought to herself with a smile as she delighted in playing with Jennifer's hard nipples. If she had known how into this Jennifer would have been, there was no way Parker would have let her leave the festival without fucking her. She had never expected someone like Jennifer Aniston to have this side to her. She was married to Brad Pitt for God's sake! Parker wondered if Brad knew about this. If he did, she wondered if she'd be able to get the both of them into her bed. Now that would have been a threesome for the ages.
Parker had never had a problem finding men or women willing to share her bed, but she had never had anyone like Jennifer before. Parker had always attracted the artistic types. Stage actors. Poets. Painters. There was no shortage of them here in New York City. The closest thing she had ever gotten to something like this was when she had fooled around a little with Christina Applegate while they had filmed "The Sweetest Thing." And, all due respect to Christina, she wasn't Jennifer Aniston.
Jennifer kept her arms tight around Parker while she sucked and played with her bare breasts. Her nipples felt so good in Parker's tight, wet mouth, but Jennifer hungered for more stimulation. Doing this was only making her wetter and Jennifer wanted to come. Parker had left her panties twisted up inside her pussy and Jennifer's lips hugged them tightly. She loved how it felt to have her panties pressing inside her like that, but Jennifer wanted more and she wanted Parker to give it to her.
"Get back to my pussy..." Jennifer begged. "Please Parker...make me come! You're making me so hot and wet and I need you now. Make me come. Do what you promised!"
Wiggling herself free of Jennifer's arms, Parker was about to do just that when she suddenly stopped. She had a better idea.
"No," Parker said with a grin. "You do it! Touch yourself! Play with your pussy for me! Let me see how bad you want it."
"Ohhhhhhhh you bitch," Jennifer moaned, but she meant that in the nicest possible way. If that was what Parker wanted to see, then Jennifer was going to make sure she put on a real show for her. Wetting her fingers in her mouth, Jennifer didn't waste any time by playing with her breasts. Instead, she moved her hand right to between her legs. She was about to pull her panties off when Parker stopped her.
"No!" Parker requested. "Don't! Don't take them off! Leave your panties on! I want to see you cream them. I want you to totally fucking soak them!"
"Kinky little slut," Jennifer shot back, but she did as was requested. She straightened out her panties and pushed her hand inside them. She was so wet that her skin was immediately covered as she lightly played with herself, starting out slow, but quickly picking up the pace.
"Yesss I am a kinky little slut," Parker moaned, her eyes wide and her smile bright at the show she was seeing in front of her. Besides her love of lingerie, Parker had another little fetish she loved. She loved seeing people masturbate. She loved watching men and women pleasure themselves for her and watch their faces as they came. The chance to see Jennifer sit there and play with her pretty pussy was something Parker never would have been able to get over having passed up.
Jennifer could see how much Parker loved this, so she made sure to give her what she wanted. She rubbed herself under her panties, palming her pussy and getting herself even wetter before she slid two of her fingers inside her pussy. She quickly got at her clit and, though her panties restricted her movements, Jennifer had herself moaning in no time.
"Watch me Parker..." Jennifer sighed. "Watch me play with myself for you! Is this what you like? Is this what you want to see? Me so fucking wet for you that I'll finger myself until I come and ruin my wet panties for you just because you want it!"
"Yessss...it's just what I want," Parker replied lustfully. "Talk to me Jennifer! Tell me how good it feels to play with your pussy!"
"Feels sooooooo good..." Jennifer cooed, letting all the dirty words she knew roll off her tongue. "Oooooooh Parker it's so wet and tight in my pink pussy. I wish it was your fingers inside me! Mmmm or your tongue! I wish you were fucking me baby...just like you were before! Ohhhhhh I'm gonna come soon! Gonna come just like you want me to! Are you wet too Parker? Are you getting off watching me?"
Parker enthusiastically nodded her head and Jennifer then had a request of her own.
"Then show me," Jennifer said. "Show me how wet you're getting. If I have to play with my pussy then so do you Parker. Touch yourself for me."
Before the words were even out of Jennifer's mouth, Parker was pushing her hand into her shorts. It was hot to watch someone get themselves off, but it was even hotter if you joined them. Parker's pussy was already dripping from all she'd done to Jennifer and she cried out sharply with pleasure as her fingers penetrated her cunt. Jennifer loved seeing the ecstasy that passed over Parker's face when she touched herself, but she wanted to see more.
"No...take those shorts off...don't hide what your doing," Jennifer instructed. "Let me see you play with yourself."
Parker didn't have to be asked twice. She was already barefoot so it was no problem for her to push her shorts down. She wanted to leave her panties on, but Jennifer wasn't having any of that.
"Uh uh..." Jennifer said. "Show me everything. If I'm keeping my panties on then you have to take yours off. Show me your pussy Parker."
Reluctantly, Parker did as she was asked. She pushed her panties down her legs and left herself completely bottomless. She then leaned against the sink and spread her legs, exposing her spread pussy and glistening labia.
"Mmmm looks yummy...can't wait to have my tongue in there..." Jennifer moaned. She then pushed her own fingers back into her pussy and resumed fucking herself while Parker did the same. Moans filled the bathroom as Parker and Jennifer stared at each other and masturbated into lust filled frenzies.
Since she had started so much earlier, Jennifer was getting close to coming. Parker had a great view to the show and the more Jennifer moaned and cried from her finger play, the more Parker did to herself. She had two fingers inside her pussy and was ready for a third. Parker was working herself over with two hands as the cold tiles pressed into her bare ass. While she used her fingers to fill her pussy and toy with her clit, Parker had her right hand on her labia, rubbing her sensitive lips at the same time.
"Parkerrrrrr...I'm gonna come..." Jennifer moaned, wanting to try and slow things down but unable to. Her hand was working of its own volition it seemed. She wanted to slow it down and her body wanted to speed it up. "Please Parker...I want your mouth on me! I want to feel you tasting me when I come!"
"Promise you won't stop fingering yourself," Parker demanded, while not slowing down her own finger play at all.
"I promise!" Jennifer cried out as her fingers hit a goooooooood spot on her clit. She kept her fingers there and she felt that sensation over and over again. The waistband to Jennifer's panties was being stretched out by her hand and Parker slowly crawled back over to the tub, not taking her eyes off the bulge Jennifer's hand was making inside her panties.
Making sure Jennifer's hand wasn't going anywhere, Parker picked up right where she'd started by kissing Jennifer's pussy through her panties. Her lips were covered with juice quickly and she sucked on Jennifer's labia while she fingered herself. It was just what Jennifer needed to feel and seeing Parker's eyes shooting right up at her from between her legs was enough to get Jennifer off hard.
"YESSSSSSS!!!" Jennifer squealed, her legs kicking in the air as she came with a rush. Jennifer nearly toppled over again into the tub, but she staved off disaster by holding on with her free hand to the edge. The walls of her pussy hugged her two fingers and Parker kept on kissing and sucking as Jennifer came and bathed her panties in her girl cum.
"Cream those panties Jennifer...soak them in cum..." Parker greedily urged, licking her lips clean of the flavor she was happy to sample before pushing her face back in to taste more.
"OHHHHHHHH PARKERRRR!!! LICK IT YOU SLUT!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Jennifer screamed as the pulses of her orgasm went from her toes straight up to her brain. Her fingers were trapped in her pussy as she came and when she finally cycled down enough to pull them out, she didn't get far with them.
"Mmmmm yessss..." Parker eagerly said, grasping Jennifer's cream covered fingers and sucking them hard. Jennifer moaned while Parker's tongue bathed her digits and when she was finally done, Jennifer was able to finally get off the edge of the tub and was finally able to push her panties off.
"Ohhh they're fucking ruined," Jennifer giggled as she examined her panties.
"No...they're perfect," Parker squealed as she picked them up and tongued the juice off them. She pushed Jennifer's panties to her face and let the soaked material rub against her skin, leaving a girl cum trail over her features.
"Ohhhhhh you're such a fucking slut!" Jennifer gasped with a grin. "But you're a hot fucking slut."
"Mmmm very hot," Parker agreed. "Hot enough for you to fuck? I'm no Brad Pitt, but I've got better tits than him, that's for sure."
Jennifer took a step back and frowned at the mention of her husband, but she quickly pushed him out of her mind. The bottomless Parker was a much better thing to focus on and she knew her new friend hadn't meant anything by what she'd just said. Jennifer just shrugged it off and got back to what she wanted to do.
"You're very hot Parker...more than hot enough to fuck," Jennifer said, helping Parker up to her feet. They embraced and kissed passionately, their wet pussies rubbing together as they made out. Jennifer found her roaming hands drifting down to Parker's ass and she massaged her naked cheeks, drawing a purr from the brunette. Jennifer squeezed Parker's butt and pushed her up so they could deepen the kiss. Parker stretched upward so she could kiss the taller girl and continued to moan from the sexy hands on her ass.
"Take your shirt off," Jennifer requested. "Be naked with me Parker."
Parker quickly complied, pulling her t-shirt over her head and exposing the blue bra that matched the panties she had liberated herself of earlier. Jennifer didn't wait for Parker to undo her bra. She did it herself, leaving Parker completely naked.
"Mmmm very nice," Jennifer said as she reached down to play with Parker's tits. They were small, but they were very perky and Jennifer's hands were all over them. She squeezed Parker's breasts and pushed them together as she leaned down to tongue on her nipples.
"Ohhhh baby, you know all about how to touch a women," Parker moaned, the juices from her pussy starting to run down her leg.
"I've had plenty of practice," Jennifer replied.
"Mmmm I can see," Parker said appreciatively. "Want to play on my bed a little?"
"Ooooh a bed...what a novel concept," Jennifer joked. Parker then took her hand and led her to her bedroom. Parker paused only to fling off the bedspread before sitting Jennifer down on the bed. Jennifer took the opportunity to draw Parker close so she could kiss her again. Jennifer loved kissing and Parker was a very, very good kisser.
"Get your ass down here," Jennifer smiled. "I want to taste that pussy for myself."
"Wait...there's one thing I want to do first..." Parker said.
"Hey, haven't we done enough of your fetishes already?" Jennifer asked with mock impatience.
"Pleaaaaaaaase..." Parker begged. "It makes me so hot to do this. You don't have to do anything. It's all me."
"Ok," Jennifer agreed, wondering what Parker was up to. "But don't take long."
"I won't," Parker promised as she scurried off to her closet. She was true to her word and quickly reemerged with a few additions to her previously naked state. Now she had on a pair of black stockings and a garter belt.
"What's with the costume change?" Jennifer asked, causing Parker to blush a little.
"I just like how they feel against my skin," Parker said, running her hands over the stockings and her garter. "It makes me get off sooo hard."
"Well I won't fight that then," Jennifer smiled. "Now get over here. I'm hungry. Come feed me!"
"Oooh...anything in particular you want," Parker teased as she crawled onto her bed and splayed her almost naked body out for Jennifer.
"Mmmm this is a good place to start," Jennifer said, positioning herself in between Parker's legs and pressing her face to her pussy. "Mmmm very good indeed."
"Ooooooooooooh mmmmm yessssss..." Parker hissed as Jennifer then began licking the lips of her labia. Jennifer's tongue didn't slip inside her pussy yet, instead she just licked up and down her slit, tasting her juices and getting Parker wet and panting for more.
Jennifer never minded indulging in other people's fetishes as long as they weren't gross. She had sucked Reese's toes once and had lived out any number of fantasies the girls had had. But she couldn't figure out why Parker would have wanted her to keep her panties on before. It was so much better to have your tongue against wet girl flesh. You could taste everything better and Jennifer could never have gone without being able to experience the sensation of being able to slide her tongue into a girl's hot little pussy.
And experiencing that sensation right now was just what Jennifer wanted to do. Parker was already so wet and hot for her that she probably could have gotten her off by just licking at her slit, but Jennifer wanted more. She wanted to bury her tongue in this Indie Queen's slutty pussy. Jennifer reached up and used her fingers to spread open Parker's labia before sliding her tongue right inside her. She quickly began licking all around Parker's pink passage, lapping up the juice and taking her time before going after her clit.
"Mmmmmm Jennifer...ohhhhhhh that tongue!" Parker marveled as her hands reached for her breasts and began massaging them, teasing her nipples as she felt Jennifer lick her. Jennifer's tongue felt amazing in her pussy. It was like magic between her legs. Jennifer knew just where to lick her and how long to do it. Parker wished she could thank whoever it was Jennifer had practiced on because whatever tips they had given her had sunk in. Parker found herself the beneficiary of all of Jennifer's experience and it was doing wonders to get her off.
Jennifer didn't know why people always complimented her tongue, but she loved hearing it. She just licked the hot spots she knew she had in her own body and did all the things the girls in the mansion always did to get her coming. Parker's pussy was delicious so Jennifer had no problem giving her as much of her tongue as she wanted.
"Yess Jennifer lick me!" Parker groaned. "Give me that tongue! Get it in my pussy and make me come!"
Parker's juices were all over Jennifer's tongue and quickly were coating her lips too. Finding Parker's clit wasn't hard for Jennifer and after a few licks it was throbbing nicely for her. Jennifer loved to feel it pulse between her tongue and she knew it wasn't going to be long before Parker was coming and giving her taste buds what they craved.
"You're so fucking good Jennifer!" Parker cried out. "So fucking good! Ohhhhhh if all of you out there were this good then I'd fucking move to Hollywood today!"
Hollywood and Parker had never quite gotten along. She was a little too quirky for a town that liked things nice and obvious. But Jennifer knew if that wasn't the place for her, she would probably fit in better in Malibu. She was sure they could find a place for a kinky little slut like Parker if she ever picked it up and moved to the left coast.
Parker loved how it felt to have this amazing tongue on her, while her skin could feel the soft material of her lingerie. The black silk covered her feet and up her legs as she squirmed on the bed, grinding her bare ass into the sheets while Jennifer tongued her into ecstasy. Parker was in heaven from these sensations. The silk tickled her skin and made her feel so sexy and feminine. She didn't know why she liked wearing stockings and her garter so much, but she just did. It made her feel good and she left the questions about why up to her shrink.
"Gimmie more Jennifer!" Parker whined sexily. "Mmmm I'm gonna come soon! Ohhhh you're gonna make me come so hard Jennifer! I love having that beautiful face of yours in my pussy! Gawwwwwwwwwd it's so good!!!"
Parker's hips began to buck up and down on the bed. It wasn't a hard thrusting movement, but rather a steady up and down vibration that allowed Jennifer to tongue her even harder. The more that pink tongue slid inside her and touched her clit, the closer Parker got to coming.
Jennifer could taste how close Parker was to coming. She had gotten so worked up watching Jennifer play with herself and doing to her what she did. Jennifer loved knowing how hot she got other people. She had never been entirely confident of her ability as a seductress, but enough people told her how good she was that it was really starting to sink in. Jennifer could remember how easily how shocked and scared she'd been that first time in the limo when Sarah, Love and Rose had taken her and seduced her. Now she was a coast away in what seemed like another lifetime entirely. So much had changed since then.
Parker's cries pulled Jennifer out of her thoughts and back to her task. Running her tongue over Parker's throbbing clit again, Jennifer was rewarded with more sampling of Parker's sexual honey. The girl was so close and Jennifer wasn't planning any tricks here. She was going to keep her tongue right in Parker's pussy doing all the things her lover liked.
As her orgasm continued to draw closer, Parker wrapped her legs around Jennifer's back. She knew she didn't have to do anything to keep Jennifer in her position, bent over on her knees on the soft bed, but Parker wanted her new friend to feel what she was feeling too. She wanted her to feel how good it was to have the silk on her skin. Plus, lying naked on her back with her legs wrapped around Jennifer's back allowed Parker an even better angle for her to push her pussy up against Jennifer's face.
"Yessssssss soooooo close Jennifer!" Parker cried out. "Ughhhh it's soooo goooooooood! Baby tongue me! Tongue my clit Jennifer! Make me come!"
Jennifer did exactly that. She didn't have any weird kinks to offer. She was all about the straight sex, or as straight as lesbian sex could get. Jennifer kept her tongue deep inside Parker's pussy as she licked her clit, sliding it over her pleasure center and hitting all the right spots just how Parker needed them to be hit.
While she did this, Parker's legs were still tight around Jennifer's back and Jennifer had to admit she liked how the stockings felt on her skin. She loved lingerie too. Not as much as Parker did apparently, but it was still a good feeling. The closer Parker got, the more she rubbed her legs against Jennifer's bare back until she had a nice sensation going against Jennifer's clit. This spurred Jennifer on to lick Parker's clit just that much harder and, as Parker's cries grew more frenzied, Jennifer hit her spot again and sent her flying.
"AHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOH YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!" Parker screamed as her orgasm creamed Jennifer's happy face. "YESSSSSS JENNNNNNNNIFERRRRR OOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSS!!!"
Parker's screams danced around the room in a chorus line of orgasmic exaltation. Jennifer held her tongue inside Parker as she came, licking up everything she could and thanking whatever forces of fate made all this possible. Parker pressed her pussy hard to her face as the sensations rocked through her body and made her lurch and bounce in her own bed. Jennifer held fast through each hump against her face and, only after Parker's cries had faded and her screams grown hoarse, did Jennifer pull her face up from Parker's pussy.
Upon taking a much needed oxygen break, Jennifer was greeted with frenzied, happy kisses from Parker all over her face. Parker's kisses were a chance to show Jennifer how much she had loved what she had just did and also to taste herself all over her face. When they both could take no more, Parker pulled Jennifer down with her on the bed and held her, asking one question.
"So, how's your head?" Parker asked.
"Mmmmm much better now," Jennifer answered with a hug to Parker's almost bare body. Jennifer would never have thought colliding with an out of control rollerblader would have been a lead in to pleasure like this but, as she saw so often, pleasure was usually where you least expected it to be.
"Good," Parker said before tenderly kissing Jennifer's forehead. "I wouldn't want you to be mad about that."
"Oh, I'm not," Jennifer assured her playfully. "On the other hand...I'm totally pissed about my clothes."
"Sorry," Parker said, blushing again. "I didn't mean to lose control."
"Yeah yeah yeah...sorry doesn't get me a shirt," Jennifer teased. "How am I supposed to get back to my hotel? In just my bra? I don't like showing my boobs off that much!"
"I can loan you a shirt," Parker offered. "You might need some pants too. Yours are a little torn and bloody, don't forget."
"You got any panties for me?" Jennifer inquired. "I think it's safe to say mine are ruined."
"Really? Can I keep them?" Parker asked brightly, eliciting a playful groan from Jennifer.
"God...first you knock me out, ruin my clothes and then steal my panties," Jennifer said. "Is there anything else you want?"
"Mmmm just this," Parker laughed as her hand began rubbing Jennifer's pussy, drawing a happy moan from her. If Parker kept doing that, Jennifer knew that soon she'd be giving her whatever she want and loving every second of it. Such was lust.
The problem with choices is that they were rarely easy. This was the dilemma Waldo, Franklin and Delbert faced.
"We promised we were out," Franklin insisted. "We weren't going to do this anymore. We were going to rededicate ourselves to science and invention while helping out the country through the soldier monkey project. We weren't going to do the CIA's dirty work anymore!"
"But we have to!" Delbert contended. "What kind of protectors would we be if we let them go to the newspapers? We'd be sucky protectors! We took a solemn oath! We must protect them at all costs?"
"Even at this cost?" Franklin challenged. "This is dangerous work and who knows what the hell they want us to do now. They didn't even specify what the mission is. It could be illegal! Or worse!"
Through all of this Waldo had remained silent. The others looked to him for advice, but for once he had none to offer. Finally Franklin spoke up.
"Waldo, what should we do?"
After considering things for a moment, Waldo had an answer.
"Let's call Dexter," Waldo decided. "If anyone has answers...he will. Once we get his view on things, I think our path will be much clearer to us."
Both Franklin and Delbert agreed that this was the right move. Dexter had been recruited along with them during Project Homework and he maintained closer ties to the agency then they did. He would have his ear closer to the ground.
After ducking inside the lab and going over to the secure line, they dialed up Dexter's number. The last they'd heard he was a computer security consultant in Seattle.
"Hello," Dexter said after Waldo dialed him up.
"Dexter! It's Waldo."
"Ahhhhhhh Waldo...greetings and salutations..." Dexter replied. "How goes everything?"
"Not good, Dexter," Waldo said before explaining their situation. He left certain details out about the girls, like who they were and what they were doing, but he stressed that the situation was dire.
"Very interesting..." Dexter replied. "I haven't been approached yet about joining back up and neither has Chester, to the best of my knowledge, but that can change in an instant. I have heard some rumblings though. Nothing specific. But rumblings nonetheless."
"What? What's going on?" Waldo asked.
"See, that's just it, I don't know," Dexter answered. "If I had more information I would give it, but I just don't know. But there's something big going down. There's been a lot of whispers but the thing is everything's classified now. I haven't gotten any cracks as to what it is...but there's been talk about something called the project."
"The project?" Waldo repeated.
"Yep...and that's all I know...just the name..." Dexter sighed. "I don't even know what kind of project it is. All my efforts to find out more have been stonewalled so far. It might just be a coincidence that they want to activate you guys again, but I don't think so."
"Neither do we," Waldo said. "Tell us more when you find out."
"You got it," Dexter promised. "Good talking to you guys again. We need to get together so Chester and I can whip your asses at Playstation again."
"In your dreams," Waldo smiled. "Tell your brother we say hi."
"Will do," Dexter said as the call ended. Dexter then frowned as he sat back in his chair in his office. It couldn't be coincidence. It just couldn't be. There had to be something more to this. Dexter knew he had to find out more about what this project was and right away.
"Jean, I'm taking off early today," Dexter said as he ran out of his office, grabbing his coat.
"Ok Dexter," Jean sighed. These kids. Taking off whenever they wanted. She couldn't believe she was working for someone who had just barely cracked his 20's it seemed. Oh well, life was here to test us, wasn't it?
As he raced down to his car, Dexter was already calculating in his head where he could look for answers. He had a few ideas of where information could be found by the time he was walking through the parking garage and he knew he'd have more by the time he got home. That was why they had recruited him after all. He was good with ideas.
Entering his car, Dexter was about to turn the keys when he thought he saw movement in the back seat. He turned to look but it was too late and a taser was held up to his neck. The electrical pulse racked his body.
"Hello Dexter," Brandon Moore said as Dexter passed out in the front seat. "It's been a long time."
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 5