This is a work of lesbian fiction. Although the names are familiar, none of the events actually happened. If you are offended by stories of lesbian celebrity sex, please read no further.
(Lesbian Celebrity)
1948 was looking to be a great year for Hollywood and for America. It had been three years since the Germans and Japanese had been defeated. Most of the servicemen had returned home, and restrictions on things like food, gasoline, and even silk stockings had been rescinded.
Even with the rationing restrictions, those with the resources available had still been able to get whatever they wanted, but at black market prices.
16-year-old starlet, Elizabeth Taylor was readying herself for a party at the Malibu home of Barbara Stanwyck. At only 12 she had great success with the film, "National Velvet." Now, MGM was going all in to feature a more mature Liz Taylor on the movie screens of the world.
Liz's 4-year transformation from pretty little girl to Hollywood beauty had been nothing short of remarkable. MGM had gotten her teeth straightened, and mother nature had seen to the rest. The raven-haired beauty had been born with two sets of eyelashes, which helped to frame her stunning blue / violet eyes.
At just 16-years-old, Liz Taylor could now easily pass for 25. She had just completed filming a Technicolor feature entitled "A Date With Judy." Her costars were Jane Powell, Wallace Beery, and Robert Stack, as her love interest. Jane Powell was none too happy with Liz. The camera adored Liz, and Jane Powell was very concerned that the dark-haired beauty would steal what was supposed to be her starring vehicle.
In 1948, no self-respecting young lady would go to a party without an escort. Liz's 20-year-old good friend, and former costar, Roddy McDowell would be picking her up soon. This was one of the first "grown-up" parties that Liz had attended. She had borrowed a beautiful dress from the studio for the occasion.
Famed costume designer, Edith Head had ensured that the dress fit perfectly, and that the violet, strapless dress accentuated Liz's beautiful eyes and impressive cleavage. Liz knew that Miss Head did her the favor because she enjoyed watching Liz in just a pair of bra and panties. When taking measurements, Liz had noticed that Miss Head's hands seemed to linger over the "good parts."
At 16, Liz knew that everyone in Hollywood was out to fuck everyone else in Hollywood. She had been hit on by men and women since she was a 12-year-old on the set of "National Velvet." Liz liked men however, and would tease the horny lesbian, Edith Head. Liz had discovered sex at an early age, and had fellated her first actor at the tender age of 14.
Roddy McDowell showed up at promptly 8:00 p.m. at the Beverly Hills home where Liz lived with her family. Liz's parents were art dealers, and had wisely moved their family to the U.S. just prior to the start of WWII. Like Roddy McDowell, the Taylor's were British ex-patriots.
Roddy was one of Liz's best friends, and was proud of his new 1948 Plymouth. Roddy was open with Liz that he was gay, and was one of a small minority of men in Hollywood who weren't looking to get under Liz's dress. She appreciated that and was completely at ease in his charming company.
The party was a who's who of the Hollywood scene. Producers, directors, actors and actresses filled the beautiful beachfront home of Barbara Stanwyck.
Radiant in her violet taffeta gown with a daring plunging neckline, a spotlight seemed to shine on Liz Taylor as she exited Roddy's car.
Liz took a deep breath as she entered the home. She was still an emerging star and would certainly be among the youngest invited to the party. Clearly, that was not a concern among the other guests, as a swarm of men of varying ages surrounded the 16-year-old beauty. Her olive-skin allowed her skin to tan easily. Liz's tan looked particularly appealing on Technicolor film.
Post-war Malibu was starting to get developed. No longer were the Army and Coast Guard patrolling the beaches and coastal waters for Japanese submarines and invaders. All of the military installations and barbed wire had long since been removed, and Hollywood was ready to celebrate, not knowing that they were in the last vestiges of their golden age.
Cocktails were freely flowing at the party, and young Liz didn't want to appear anything less than sophisticated. Taking a martini from a tray, the gin seemed bitter to her untrained palate. By the second one, however, she could feel that she was loosening up and not feeling as self-conscious as when she had arrived.
Barbara Stanwyck, her hostess, came by to greet her. Complimenting her on her lovely dress, she began to slowly caress Liz's tan arm and slender waist. Roddy had warned Liz about Barbara's voracious appetite for pretty young girls, and Liz was able to very politely excuse herself.
The party had gone on for a couple of hours, and Liz Taylor was anxious to meet everyone, and they were equally anxious to meet her. Well, maybe not all of the established actresses were so delighted. Rebuilding their careers in postwar Hollywood might not be that easy, most thought to themselves. Actresses like Myrna Loy and Hedy Lamarr wondered if public tastes had changed? And now here was this 16-year-old who might just be the prettiest woman in all of Hollywood.
Seeing that Liz seemed to be doing just fine on her own, Roddy quickly went off in search of other pursuits.
Roddy? Just where was Roddy? As Liz walked around the beautiful Stanwyck home she finally found Roddy chatting up a young sailor who looked barely out of high school. Liz decided not to interrupt. Knowing Roddy, he would soon be blowing that young boy in some secluded section of the beach below.
Liz reached for another martini off of the tray, and gulped it down. Her head was starting to feel the effects of the strong cocktail a bit, but the feeling was mainly good. James Stewart, still in his blue Air Force uniform, came by to say hello, as did Ray Milland and his wife.
The third martini had proven to be one too many. Liz leaned against a wall to try to maintain her balance. Ronald Reagan, currently separated from his wife, actress Jane Wyman, offered to take the pretty starlet home. His true intentions were unknown.
Suddenly, Ava Gardner intervened. Liz had known her for some time. She was the ex-wife of her good friend, Mickey Rooney. Both Mickey and Ava had well-known ravenous sexual appetites, and both had been unfaithful throughout their marriage and during the war when Mickey was off entertaining the troops while in the Army.
One of Hollywood's most glamorous movie stars, Ava was recently divorced from her second husband, famous bandleader, Artie Shaw. Ava was reportedly now involved with crooner Frank Sinatra, who was rumored to have one of the largest penises in show business.
Putting her arm under the arm of the beautiful teenager, Ava whispered maternally, "Honey, we need to get you out of here," and as inconspicuously as she could, quickly removed Liz from the party.
Ava helped Liz into her 1947 Cadillac convertible. It had been a good-bye present from Ava's ex-husband, Artie Shaw. Ava's hand briefly squeezed Liz's breast as she got her settled into the car. Liz was bleary-eyed, and didn't seem to notice.
When Artie was "God knows where on the road" with his popular band, Ava had secretly kept an apartment in Santa Monica, away from prying eyes, for her romantic trysts. As that was a very short drive from Malibu, she decided to take Liz there and would call her mother. Ava preferred not to make the 30 mile drive to Beverly Hills at this late hour.
After a short, 15-minute drive down the Coast Highway, Liz and Ava were at Ava's secluded apartment, which was more of a small bungalow, really.
The cold night air had somewhat resuscitated Liz, and though sleepy, she was able to walk unaided into the quaint bungalow. Liz sat on the couch and Ava brought her a glass of cold water and two Bayer aspirin. "Ava, you've been a lamb," Liz said gratefully.
"I don't think you mother would be too happy if you came home drunk, so you're going to spend the night here. I'm going to call your mother so she won't worry," said the popular actress, who was 10 years older than Liz.
"Mrs. Taylor? This is Mrs. Artie Shaw... Very well, thank you. Liz wasn't feeling well, so I've given her a couple of aspirin, and she's going to spend the night. I'll bring her by tomorrow. No... no. It's my pleasure. Good night."
As Mrs. Taylor hung up the phone, she wondered why Ava Gardner had addressed herself as Mrs. Artie Shaw? And didn't she live here in Beverly Hills? Oh well, she thought. And she drifted back to sleep.
Liz was relieved that Ava's conversation with her mother had gone so well. She politely thanked Ava again.
Suddenly, feigning concern, Ava said, "Oh honey, your pretty dress is getting so wrinkled." Liz gasped, "It's not mine. I borrowed it from the studio." Liz immediately stood up, and Ava was all too happy to unzip the violet dress, smooth it, and gently place it across a chair.
Liz was now standing half-nude in the small living room. As she had been wearing a strapless dress, Liz was not wearing a bra. Her 16-year-old breasts were uncommonly full and perky, with brownish nipples and areola.
Like other women in the 1940's, her stockings were being held up by a lacy black garter belt, and she was wearing black silk tap panties. Ava pretended to be unmoved by the nearly-naked body of the beautiful teen.
"Keep drinking the water, Liz. It dilutes the booze." Liz did as instructed and sat back down on the couch. Her tan breasts jiggled as she got comfortable, and they seemed to glow in the soft light of the living room.
"I think I'll take my dress off too," said Ava. She placed her gown on top of Liz's. Ava was wearing a silky bra, and a similar garter belt and silk stocking set. Unlike Liz, Ava was not wearing any panties. Liz stared hard at the famous actress' dark, furry bush.
Ava poured herself a Scotch and sidled up very close to the 16-year-old actress. "Liz, I can't believe how you've grown. You're not that little girl on the horse anymore, said Ava. Liz smiled contentedly, she knew how hard she had worked with the studio to ensure her emergence as one of the new, most glamourous girls in the movies.
Ava peered deeply into Liz's beautiful, blue / violet eyes, and slowly reached across to caress one of Liz's voluptuous young breasts. Liz tilted her head back and uttered a quiet sigh, Considering this a go-ahead sign, Ava reached over to kiss the dark-haired underage actress as she continued to explore Liz's tantalizing breasts with her hands.
Liz placed a hand on Ava's dark, untrimmed bush, and began to rub the movie star's labia. Ava was surprised at the boldness and willingness of the 16-year-old, and suggested that they move their activities to the bedroom. Ava led Liz by the hand the few feet to the small bedroom of the bungalow. Liz's black silk tap panties swayed sexily as she walked.
Ava sat on the edge of the bed as the beautiful teen starlet stood before her in garter belt, silk stockings and tap panties. Ava helped Liz remove her garter belt and stockings. The older actress lifted a side of the tap panties and licked her way down Liz's thigh to her ankle. Liz's body gave a small quiver of satisfaction.
Moving from the edge of the bed to her knees, Ava was now eye-level with Liz's crotch and panties. Ava fingered the elastic and then slowly lowered Liz's black tap panties to the floor. Liz was now radiantly naked. Her tan legs led up to a dark, but not overly hairy bush.
Ava tentatively stroked Liz's pussy lips before partially entering with her index finger. Ava wanted to be careful not to break Liz's hymen, if it was still intact. Very slowly and very gently, Ava entered deeper with her finger. Ava realized that she was not being obstructed by a virginal cherry. Ava didn't know if Liz had had sex with a man, or if her hymen had been broken while horseback riding on "National Velvet."
Feeling no resistance, Ava deeply plunged two fingers rhythmically in and out of the young actress, while caressing her firm, young ass with her free hand.
Still on her knees, Ava began licking Liz's clitoris. Still a little tipsy from the martini's, Liz nearly collapsed when she orgasmed. Ava helped the 16-year-old onto her bed.
Ava gazed down at the beautiful raven-haired teen who would be her plaything for the night. Liz's perky breasts stood proudly upright as she laid on her back. Liz's legs were spread just wide enough so that Ava could get a look at her pretty, young pussy.
Laying on the bed Ava began to embrace the naked body of the teen starlet, and to open-mouth kiss her ruby red lips. Shifting her body between Liz's legs, Ava began to kiss and lick her way up Liz's body: From her pubic hair, to her stomach, to her ripe, adult breasts.
Ava spent a great deal of time worshipping Liz's tan breasts, and suckling her teenage nipples. Ava's busy hands roamed all over Liz's nubile young body, until finally she proffered one of her own breasts into Liz's mouth.
As it was Liz's first lesbian experience, she was much more on the receiving end with the experienced actress. The pair continued to make love, and eventually cuddled in a naked embrace and slept peacefully through the night.
Mrs. Taylor was profuse in her thanks to Ava for "taking care of my little girl." Ava flashed a dazzling smile and said, "Any friend of Mickey's is a friend of mine."
Ava drove off that morning in search of additional adult entertainment.
The End
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