This is a work of complete fiction. Although the names are of actual celebrities, none of these events ever happened. (Ff, Celebrity Lesbian).
15-year-old Brooke Shields was on top of the world. She seemed to be on the cover of every magazine in the supermarket. Her films, if not critical successes, had made money. She was also the face... and body of Calvin Klein's controversial jean campaign. All before turning "Sweet Sixteen."
Brooke was very publicly a virgin in a media age when most people didn't ask underage girls if they had been fucked.
It was a Saturday night in New York, 1980, and Brooke was dying to go out on the town. Even though she was only 15, she could pass through any rope line in any night club in the city. No club owners ever seemed to be concerned about losing their liquor license by having an underage patron in their club.
Fortunately, Brooke confined her drinking to Coca Cola and Club Soda, so no sting operation could claim that she, a known minor, had been served alcohol.
Brooke was an excellent student at a prestigious New York private school. She planned to go to an Ivy League college while maintaining her massive career.
In public, Brooke was a cooperative model and actress. In private, she was a pampered brat who had a seriously dysfunctional relationship with her alcoholic mother / manager.
This particular night, like so many others. Brooke's mother had passed out in their Manhattan apartment. It was a hot summer night, and Brooke was not in school, so she wanted to go out dancing.
Brooke put on a slinky wine-colored designer dress and heels, and called her friend, Halston to see if he could pick her up. This would be an opportunity for both to be seen and photographed. Halston suggested they go to the ultra-exclusive Studio 54. Halston said that his limousine would pick her up in fifteen minutes.
Brooke quickly applied her make up as she waited for the doorman to alert her that the car had arrived. Brooke discovered that this particular Halston creation had a v-neck blauson top that had been designed for a woman with a more ample bosom, and she couldn't quite keep her little side-boobs from showing as the material moved.
It was too late to do anything before the car arrived, and she wanted to show Halston that she was grateful for the one-of-a-kind dress.
Brooke enjoyed spending her time with gay men like Halston, Calvin Klein, Steve Rubbell, Truman Capote, and Elton John. They were all so well-read and charming, and none of them were interested in becoming the first man to take Brooke's now legendary cherry.
When Halston pulled up he was wearing a tan suit with matching scarf on a nearly 100 degree New York summer evening. He kissed Brooke on the cheek as she entered the limo. Brooke looked stunning in her wine-colored dress with the loose blauson top and spaghetti strings over her tan shoulders.
Brooke and Halston were quickly ushered into Studio 54 amid a blaze of paparazzi bulbs going off. The disco music was blaring and cocaine was being openly consumed like candy. Whether one was straight, gay, or bi, an ample supply of cocaine in 1980 was a great way to get laid. Studio 54 patrons had a good supply of cash, and using it to attract female models or pretty boys was all part of the night's entertainment.
The were the pre-AIDS days, and getting fucked seemed to have few consequences worse than a case of herpes or an easily treatable venereal disease.
Brooke, she was just interested in dancing and hobnobbing with other interesting celebrities. She had recently danced with Michael Jackson and John Travolta. Liza Minelli came up to Brooke and asked her to dance. Liza was stoned out of her mind, but she was usually a lot of fun for the teenage princess.
After discoing the night away with several attractive young men who would eventually go home with other attractive men, Brooke stopped to rest and get a Coca Cola from the bar. The bartender, whom she knew, would usually make a "Coke" joke to Brooke. She would smile, but had no intention of becoming a public mess.
As she returned to the dance floor, she didn't notice that someone was going around spiking peoples drinks with tiny amounts of chloral hydrate in order to weaken inhibitions among the patrons.
Returning to her corner of the bar, Brooke was joined by friends and resumed sipping on her Coca Cola. Walking not ten feet from Brooke was the world famous model and actress, Cybill Shepherd. Cybill had practically invented the successful model / actress genre, and Brooke, a very intelligent girl, was quite anxious to pick her brain.
Cybill was not in a good place that night. Her successful movies like Heartbreak Kid, Taxi, and the Last Picture show had been released some years before. Her most recent films had been box office flops, and she had recently turned 30. Cybill wondered if her meteoric rise was headed for descent.
A former Miss Teenage Memphis, she had a brief affair with Elvis Presley, but found him to be so drug-addled that he could barely get his little dick erect. The sex was a bore, and nothing like her fantasies, so she stopped seeing him after just a few weeks.
Her current relationship with director Peter Bogdanovich was no better. She was on the outs with him after he had pushed her aside for the Canadian-born Playmate of Year, blonde, beautiful, Dorothy Stratten, who was actually married to someone else. What a mess!
Cybill had participated in a memorable threesome with Peter and Dorothy soon after they had met at the Playboy Mansion. The two women had spent the night playing with and sucking each others ample breasts. Cybill had to admit that Dorothy was a sexual dynamo. Few had eaten her pussy as skillfully as Dorothy had. Cybill could understand Peter's infatuation with the sexy 20-year old. She didn't like it, but she could understand it. Cybill worried that Dorothy would replace her as Peter's favorite ingenue.
Cybill preferred dating men, but she was also into women that she found interesting. She had developed a bit of a reputation for seducing other famous models.
Now here was little Brooke Shields beckoning her over. Brooke was the new "It girl," and had basically run Cybill off of the covers of most of the major magazines, and her movies were making money. Cybill recognized in her head, "She's the new me."
Not wanting to be impolite, as there had been more than enough stories on what bitch she could be, Cybill smiled and approached the 15-year-old. "Hi, I'm Cybill," she plainly said. "I know," Brooke practically gushed. "I'm a big fan." The bartender placed Cybill's favorite drink on the counter, and Brooke politely handed it to Cybill. As she did, the oversize blouson top opened, giving Cybill a full view of Brooke's side boob and erect nipple.
"It's anything but cold in here," Cybill thought. "Maybe she's interested in me? This evening just got a whole lot more interesting."
Brooke quizzed Cybill on her background and career. She had obviously done her homework and Cybill was flattered. Cybill was beginning to fall in lust with the young beauty. Brooke's skin was flawless, her hazel eyes were bewitching, her body was long and lean, and she had the most famous eyebrows in America. "What was not to like," Cybill thought as she licked her lips.
After several minutes of conversation, Brooke began to began to slur her speech slightly, and teeter a bit on her heels. Cybill assumed that it was the effects of alcohol, and was a little surprised that the squeaky-clean teen had been drinking in the night club. Cybill inquired with the bartender what Brooke had been drinking? Nothing, he assured her. Just Coca Cola.
Cybill helped Brooke to a nearby table, and sat her in a chair. She asked the bartender to bring her a pitcher of water in an attempt to sober up the 15-year-old. After 20-30 minutes the water began to somewhat work. Cybill explained to the somewhat clearer headed Brooke that it appeared that someone had spiked her drink.
Brooke, still feeling woozy and not thinking too clearly, gave Cybill a kiss on the lips in appreciation. Cybill held on to both sides of Brooke's face and gave her a deeper kiss. Brooke looked at Cybill in bleary-eyed surprise and confessed that she had never kissed a girl before, but that she had liked it.
Cybill, for her part, was not worried about the ramifications of the kiss. No one had taken a picture, and few believed any of the fantastic stories in the tabloids about the excesses at Studio 54.
Brooke now decided that since she was still not feeling well, she wanted to go home. She asked Cybill to find Halston so she could go back to her apartment. Cybill delegated that assignment to a nearby concerned-looking bar assistant. He returned 10 minutes later to say that Halston was busy. He was receiving a blow job from a sandy-haired young man who was dressed as Cupid.
Cybill wrote down a phone number for the bar assistant to call her car service. She would take Brooke back to her apartment and let her sleep it off.
Cybill held Brooke firmly as they headed out the door to wait for the Town Car. Once inside, Brooke immediately fell asleep, or passed out. Cybill took the opportunity to reach through the arm of Brooke's loose-fitting dress top, and copped a feel of one of the teen's A-cup beauties. Cybill didn't know if she would ever have another chance, and so she pinched and caressed one of Brooke's nipples as they made the short, six-block ride to Cybill's apartment overlooking Central Park.
Exiting the car, the night air seemed to help revive the teen. However, Cybill and the doorman carefully assisted Brooke into the lobby elevator.
Entering Cybill's chic apartment, Cybill said, "That's such a pretty dress, I don't want you to ruin it." Brooke was still climbing out of her haze, but managed to say, "It's a Halston original." "Oh!," said Cybill. "Let's take it off for now. I'll have it steamed when you're well enough to leave. "I'll make you a strong cup of tea in a sec. That'll help."
As both girls were models, getting dressed and undressed in front of other women was routine. "In fact," said Cybill. "If it will make you more comfortable, I'll take my dress off too." Both had done nude scenes in major motion pictures: Cybill in the black & white classic, The Last Picture Show. Brooke had been nude at the tender age of 12 in Pretty Baby. Her scenes as a prepubescent prostitute were very controversial at the time as her tiny breasts had just begun to bud.
Teenage boys would wear out VHS tapes trying to freeze the brief scenes at just the right time.
Cybill helped Brooke out of her expensive dress, and carefully hung it on a wooden hanger, straightening the folds with her hands. Cybill removed Brookes shoes so that she would be more comfortable.
Brooke stood in the middle of Cybill's apartment dressed in only a pair of lacy black panties. Brooke had bikini tan lines on her breasts from a recent day in the sun. Brooke's breasts were very small, ever for her young age. Brooke's areolas and erect nipples were brown. Brooke's legs were long and slender. At 5'10", Brooke, even without shoes, looked down on the 5'8" Cybill.
Cybill had stripped down to a nude colored silk bra and panty set. Neither girl was wearing nylons that night. Complaining that her bra straps were pinching her, Cybill removed her bra. Cybill's breasts had been famously displayed in The Last Picture Show movie. If anything, they now appeared to be even larger and softer.
Cybill sashayed to the kitchen to put on a kettle for tea. Brooke sat nearly nude at the small kitchen table, wondering if she would ever recover from having her drink spiked.
While the kettle was boiling, Cybill walked behind the 15-year-old and began stroking her head and hair gently, and massaging her shoulders with soft, comforting words of encouragement that everything would be alright soon. Cybill's naked breasts briefly rubbed against Brooke's head, and Cybill's nipples became instantly erect.
In a few moments some strong black tea was in front of Brooke, as well as a couple of aspirin. Cybill shared in the tea, which she had especially purchased as an an aphrodisiac with caffeine. If she could manage to get into Brooke's sweet little pussy, they would both need all the late-night energy that they could muster.
Brooke's "Mickey Finn" was fortunately very light, and with the tea and aspirin she was coming out of it. Cybill was afraid that Brooke would need to puke, which would obviously spoil some of the romance of the evening. As Brooke became more clear-headed, she wondered why she was sitting there half-naked? She feared that she accidentally puked all over herself and Cybill, and they had to remove their dresses. Brooke was relieved when saw her Halston original hanging nicely in the next room.
A not very worldly teen, despite her fame, Brooke figured the fewer questions the better. Cybill was being a really great friend to her, and they had just met.
Trying to clear her head with a sigh, Brooke noticed the lights of the city from Cybill's large picture window. Cybill's apartment was in a much taller building than the one that Brooke lived in with her mother. Brooke got up to see Cybill's view of Central Park. "Wow!" was all that Brooke was able to mutter. The cup of tea was still in her hand.
Cybill walked behind Brooke and put two hands on her waist as she pointed out the various city sites that her view afforded.
As the pair looked at the lights and buildings, one of Cybill's hands left Brooke's waist and began to very gently rub Brooke's tan belly. Receiving no resistance, Cybill kissed Brooke's neck and began to massage Brooke's breasts from behind, pressing her more mature breasts sensuously into Brooke's back.
Brooke sighed and said, "I just wanted to go dancing tonight."
Cybill turned Brooke around and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "We can dance," Cybill said. Cybill's boobs swayed from side to side as she moved swiftly to her stereo and put on a vinyl album of slow, romantic standards.
Brooke put her head on Cybill's shoulder as they swayed to the music. Still wearing only panties, Cybill pressed her breasts against Brooke's, enjoying the feel of the teen's erect nipples as their bodies met. Cybill kissed the teen again tenderly, and Cybill's blonde hair and Brooke's brunette hair became enmeshed as their faces joined together to kiss. Cybill's open hand went from Brooke's back to the arch of her butt, which she gently stroked. Cybill's hand slightly entered under the elastic of Brooke's black, lacy bikini panties.
Dancing to one more song, Cybill took Brooke's hand and led her to the bedroom. Standing in front of the teen, Cybill removed her panties, revealing a full, blondish-light brown bush.
The finality of the situation got to Brooke, and she balked before getting on the bed. Cybill took one of Brooke's hands and placed it on one of her breasts. Cybill's hand covered Brooke's and she encouraged the teen to play with her womanly breasts.
Brooke whispered, "I don't think we should be doing this. We're two girls." Cybill kissed her to silence and said, "I promise that you'll enjoy this. There's no one from the National Enquirer here, and I guarantee that you won't leave here pregnant," Cybil said with her smiling southern charm.
Cybill put her hand inside Brooke's panties and began to explore. Cybill had a quick rub of Brooke's virgin pussy before the teen willingly moved her long, lean body onto the bed and gazed up at Cybil. "Please remember that I'm only 15," Brooke implored.
In a flash Cybill had removed Brooke's panties and tossed them over her shoulder. Sidling her more mature body partially atop the young actress, Cybill alternated open-mouthed kissing the teen and nibbling on her sensitive nipples which were already erect.
This was Brooke's first experience with any kind of sex, let alone lesbian sex. Brooke had always considered Cybill one of the most beautiful women in the world, but she couldn't quite fathom that in this very short time that Cybill would be the first person to enter her pussy.
Brooke gritted her teeth in ecstasy as she watched Cybill's beautiful face as her nipples were being bit and stretched. Brooke lifted an arm to caress Cybill's soft back and shoulders.
Cybill began to move her attentions south on Brooke's long body. Licking both small breasts with her tongue, Cybill began moving down Brooke's 5'10" model frame, kissing and licking her way down the 15-year-old's tan, naked body.
Detouring at the "Y," Cybill made long licking strokes on Brooke's sheen legs and kissed Brooke's feet. Cybill was making sure not to miss an inch of Brooke's firm, young body. Cybill's medium length blonde hair seemed to trace her tongue's route on Brooke's body. Brooke skin began to visibly show goosebumps.
Brooke was becoming more and more anxious while Cybill took her sweet time with her sensuous foreplay. Brooke wasn't sure what to expect from a woman entering her vagina. Brooke hoped that it wouldn't hurt... and would she be expected to do the same with a woman, a beautiful one at that, but one that was legitimately twice her age?
Cybill began to patrol around Brooke's nether regions. Brooke's pubic hair was dark, but carefully trimmed lest any stray hairs pop out during a bikini shoot for a magazine.
Cybill kissed all around Brooke's inner thighs, then inserted one of her breasts into Brooke's pussy in a technique called "dovefucking." This had first been used on Cybill by an aggressive middle-aged lesbian when she was a 16-year-old beauty pageant contest. She had liked it.
Brooke responded with surprise and lifted her head to see what was happening. She laid back down in wonderment as she realized that one of the most famous actresses and models in America was using her alabaster breasts to have sex with her.
At last, Cybill went in deep with her tongue into Brooke's virgin pussy. The new sensation caused the teen's entire body to shudder and tremble for a few moments. The shock turned into a warm feeling as Cybill expertly probed and licked with her tongue and Brooke experienced the first orgasms of her young life.
Cybill was used to be around models, but Brooke's young legs seemed longer than most, and were lithe like a yearling racehorse. Cybill lifted one of Brooke's long limbs and raised it in the air and inserted her own body inside so that they were lined up genital to genital. Brooke looked curiously at the beautiful blonde as she began to ride Brooke in the scissor position. Slow at first, then building up with increasing speed and fury as their bodies slapped together at the "Y" until both gasped in orgasms and fell to either side of the bed.
As it was now early morning, Cybill came to the realization that she had been doing all of the work. After a sufficient rest period and with no warning, Cybill placed her pussy over the face of her young teenage lover. Brooke looked at the blonde-trimmed vagina, and slowly, tentatively began to touch it with her fingers. Cybill let out a little moan, so Brooke knew that she was on the right track.
"You're fingers are O.K.," Cybill coached the 15-year old, "But I want you to lick it like an ice cream cone."
Brooke would have her first, and only lesbian experience that night. The two cuddled and fell asleep for the night.
The End
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