anonymous
12-18-2007, 12:32 AM
Voyeur View Britney Spears
Some days it pays to be working late. Heather learned this lesson first hand one Friday night when she’d been forced into working late at her job as a housekeeper for a fancy LA Hotel. Two of the other housekeepers had not shown up, leaving Heather to do their floors as well as her own, and it was taking forever. As it was, she’d had to cancel her date with her boyfriend Eric, and now it was nearing midnight, and she still had a whole floor left to do!
One of the few good things about working in a hotel like this was that Heather occasionally got to meet celebrities. She’d seen Harrison Ford, Angelina Jolie, and had even had a cup of coffee with Julia Roberts once in the lobby. At that very moment, there were at least three major celebs that Heather knew of who were staying in the hotel John Voight was due to check out the next morning, Cindy Crawford was staying in one of the penthouse suites that Heather had already cleaned, and perhaps the most exciting for Heather personally, Britney Spears was staying at the hotel for an entire week!
Heather wasn’t exactly your typical Britney fan * unlike most Britney fanatics, Heather wasn’t a 12-year-old girl, nor was she a thirty-year-old man. Heather was 19, stood about 5’4" tall, had long brown hair, and very pretty green eyes. Her boyfriend Eric had been the first man she’d ever slept with, and to date, she had never thought about anyone else ever touching her like that. Heather knew she wasn’t going to be with Eric forever, but for now she was happy.
Heather enjoyed Britney’s music, the infectious pop sound with plenty of dance beats. More often than not, when Heather was alone in her apartment, she’d find herself dancing to Britney’s music. A couple of times, she’d even stripped down to her bra and panties and danced around, mimicking Britney’s famous strip tease at the VMAs. She loved Britney’s music, and thought the singer was the perfect role model for young girls. Maybe she dressed a little sexy for 12-year-olds, but for a 19-year-old Britney was the perfect idol.
Humming "Don’t Let Me Be the Last to Know," Heather made it to the last of the penthouse suites on the top floor when the clock struck midnight, and much to her surprise, no one was in the room. Heather quickly started cleaning up the room, in hope that she could get it done quickly and go home before whoever was staying here got back.
Heather started in the bathroom, exchanging the towels and shampoos. She could tell at once that a woman had been living in the suite, because there was a rather lacey bra hanging from the shower rod, and enough makeup containers littering the sink to decorate an army of clowns. Most of them didn’t look like they’d even been opened, but a few, like the simplest of eyeliners, looked as if they’d been used quite a bit. Heather tried not to disturb them as she replaced some washcloths and added a few bars of soap to the ones left on the sink.
Moving into the main sleeping area next, Heather found that the king sized bed had indeed been slept in. Heather quickly got to work making the bed, but as she grabbed one of the pillows, she got a surprise * a pair of red thong panties fell out.
"Whoa, someone likes it kinky," Heather muttered aloud. Heather placed the panties on the nightstand as she continued to make the bed. She quickly noticed that as she went, she kept looking over at the thong, wondering just who it belonged to. They looked like they could’ve been out of a trashy lingerie store like Frederick’s of Hollywood or something. Heather finished making the bed, and she quickly found herself holding the panties again.
"God, I bet someone got laid in these," she muttered aloud. As soon as she said that, she felt hot. It had been a while since she and Eric had last made love, almost a week! And as much as some women tried to deny it, they all got urges from time to time. Heather knew she’d be fingering herself when she got home. She’d really need the release by then.
Heather put down the thong and tried to redirect her feelings so as to finish up her job and then go home. It was late, she needed to get off, and then get some sleep. She found a few hangers lying on a nearby chair, picked them up and headed over towards the closet to put them away.
As soon as she opened the closet, she knew whose room she was cleaning. In the closet hung a number of colorful and form fitting outfits that could only belong to Britney Spears!
Heather gasped. She’d almost forgotten that Britney was staying in the Hotel! Instantly, the young maid was thinking of ways to stick around until Britney got back. Heather’s head spun as she tried to find an excuse to meet her idle.
And as her head spun, so did Heather herself, and as she came to a quick stop, she spotted the thong again.
Britney Spears’ thong.
Instantly, Heather’s loins started to churn again. The thong she’d been holding had belonged to Britney, her idol. Heather picked them up again and stared at them. This red, lacey thong had been on Britney’s most private areas, and the very thought of it was turning Heather on.
Heather suddenly had the urge to put the thong on herself. She had no idea why, but the urge was undeniable. Heather looked around the room, half expecting someone to come popping out and accuse her of doing something wrong. But the door to the suite was closed, and no one else was around.
Heather didn’t know what to do. She had never felt anything like this before. She knew as soon as she put on Britney’s thong, she’d start masturbating. It was a given. Heather could feel her nipples getting hard underneath her maid’s uniform. Her breath was becoming faster and faster, and she could feel the heat wafting out from her lower regions.
"I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about this," Heather whispered aloud. Her left hand had found its way to her breast, and she was kneading her nipple through her uniform and bra. She hadn’t felt this turned on since her first time with Eric. She actually felt her pussy lips swelling in her own panties. Her breasts were heaving within her clothes. She was getting very hot, and before she knew it, she was unbuttoning her blouse.
Feeling the cooler air upon her chest was all Heather needed to convince herself of what to do. She kept unbuttoning her blouse and let it fall to the floor, revealing her bra-encased breasts to the world. Her hands quickly started to massage her c-cup mounds through the lacey fabric, feeling her nipples stiffen beneath her palms.
The bra came next, releasing her tits to the world with a little jiggle. Heather shucked off her skirt next, and then dropped her cotton panties to the floor. The cool air of the air-conditioned room felt like a wave of relief on her flaring pussy lips. She didn’t touch them as she quickly stepped out of her own clothes and put on Britney’s panties.
The thong was snug and rode up on her ass instantly, but Heather didn’t readjust it. These panties had been on Britney Spears, and now they were on her. The thong pressed against her swollen cunt lips and made Heather even more excited. But there were other feelings floating through her. She had never thought about having sex with another woman before, and really wasn’t thinking about it now. She desired to be close to her idol, and to enjoy the rampant naughtiness of what she was doing. If she got caught masturbating in one of the hotel rooms wearing Britney Spears’ thong, she’d be fired and probably arrested as a stalker or something.
But her lust was rising so fast that any thought of stopping was overridden by Heather’s personal needs. Without removing Britney’s panties, she began to finger herself, rubbing her clit with the soft fabric. She moaned at once, all control leaving her mind. She fell back onto the bed and allowed her left hand to play with her nipples as she stroked herself harder and harder.
Her mind raced with the feelings, no single thought occupying it at any one second. She imagined her boyfriend Eric fucking her, or one of the hunky bellhops from downstairs. She would’ve taken any cock presented to her at that moment, as long as she could keep the panties on. But the further she pushed, and the harder she stroked, the more and more Britney entered her mind until she finally hit her climax by screaming out her idols name.
"Oh, god BRITNEY!!!!" Heather screamed as the single most powerful orgasm she’d ever had sent her rolling off the bed and on to the floor. Her legs kept quivering for several minutes as she lay there, catching her breath and feeling the warmth through her body.
And just as she was getting ready to stand up, she heard a key in the door.
Instantly, Heather’s mind jumped into over drive. There was no way out at this point, no way she could escape before the person at the door entered. She had only one chance, and she had to act fast.
Leaping up and grabbing her own clothes, Heather ran for the closet and got it closed just in time to hear the door slam shut and for someone to come walking in. Heather held her breath as she heard a female voice talking to someone. The voice was coming closer, and there was no mistaking who it was.
"Yeah, so Justin apparently thinks that taking me to see "Peal Harbor," then out to some dumb Chinese restaurant counts as a date when you’re famous!" Britney Spears complained into her cell phone as she entered the bedroom area of the suite. Heather willed herself to be as still as possible, hoping that the star was just back looking for something.
"Oh, tell me about it, girl!" Britney said. "I mean, I know he’s just using me to cover up for the fact that he’s gay, but c’mon! He’s a damn member of N’Sync, he can afford to show a girl a good time now and again!" Britney laughed into the phone and sat down on the bed.
Heather nearly gasped aloud. When she’d jumped into the closet, she’d missed her bra, which was now half under the bed, right next to Britney’s right foot, just waiting for her to step on! How could she have been so stupid?
"No, the movie wasn’t bad, really," said Britney into her phone. "And that Ben Afflec is damn cute. The love story wasn’t bad, and the battle scenes were cool, but I couldn’t stand sitting there for three hours just to waste another night with Justin."
Heather couldn’t believe this was happening. In another time and place, she would have died to be this close to Britney, but now, she would have killed to be anywhere else. How could she have let her feelings * her urges * get her stuck in this situation? She’d never masturbated on the job before, and never had to do it so bad that it couldn’t wait until she was home by herself. Now she was going to be caught, fired, and probably thrown in jail * all for being horney!
"You know, I’m not sure about that Josh Harnett person, or whatever his name is. I think he might be gay," Britney was saying into the telephone. "Well, of course I’d know, since I’m dating a gay celebrity!" Britney nearly doubled over laughing.
Heather realized she was getting faint, and decided to risk taking a breath as she watched Britney lay back on the bed while she was giggling. She’d backed up enough so that she wouldn’t step on Heather’s forgotten bra, but all she had to do was stand up again in the wrong spot and the singer would find it. Heather took a small breath and let it out, trying hard to keep quit as Britney rolled around on the bed some more.
"Well, no, I didn’t really enjoy the meal at all. Y’know I’m not a big fan of Chinese food. I’m really a burger an’ fries girl, Mandy."
Heather noticed for the first time that Britney was wearing a tummy-revealing top that kept riding up as she rolled around on the bed, exposing the flesh-colored bra underneath. Britney was also wearing tight denim shorts that accented her curve ass all to well. It occurred to Heather at that second that she had cried out Britney’s name when she’d climaxed minutes ago.
Heather had always been willing to admit when she thought another woman looked good, but she’d never felt any kind of sexual urge towards another woman before. She wasn’t a lesbian, and didn’t want to be a lesbian. She had a very caring boyfriend and was quite happy sucking and fucking his cock.
"Yeah, I know you’re more into the healthy stuff, but I like the taste of a burger. And with the work out I have, I don’t have to worry about it," Britney was saying. Heather watched her as she ran a finger underneath her top, just below her bra. Suddenly, just like that, Heather felt something stir between her legs again. Britney was almost playing with herself as she chatted on the phone, and it was turning Heather on as she watched.
‘I’m not a lesbian,’ Heather thought as she watched Britney slip her whole hand underneath her top and start fingering her nipple. Heather’s own hand quickly followed Britney’s example and started twisting and turning Heather’s left tit. All she could see of Britney’s hand was her wrist, but the way it was moving made Heather believe that the singer was lightly rubbing her fingers around her nipple. Heather followed suit and felt her breath increasing in pace.
"You know what, Mandy?" Britney said into the phone suddenly. "I gotta let ya’ go. There are some things I need to take care of." Britney’s hand was moving a little faster now, and Heather was matching her pace as she watched through the slits in the closet door. "I’ll catch you next time I’m in Florida, Mandy. Have a good one. Bye." With that Britney hung up the phone and threw it on the bedside table.
Heather froze. She feared that Britney, no longer distracted by the phone, would hear her now heavy breathing. Heather’s clit was throbbing again, despite her having just masturbated mere minutes ago. She usually pointed that out as a great advantage to being a woman, but now it made her want to stroke herself again, and the more time she spent trapped in Britney’s closet, the more she wanted to do it.
"Gawd," Britney said, sitting up and stretching. "What a day." Britney got off the bed and went over to the window. Heather couldn’t see her from there, but she heard the shades close, and thought Britney might be preparing to go to bed. That thought worried Heather. Could she sneak out while Britney was sleeping? And what about her clothes? There wasn’t enough room in the closet to get dressed, and she certainly couldn’t go out into the hallways only wearing Britney’s thong!
"This girl needs to relax," Britney said, moving over to the CD player on one stand. Heather saw her place a disc in the machine, but couldn’t tell what it was. Britney took the remote and moved back to the bed. Heather watched as Britney sat down and lay back against the pillows for a second. The singer had yet to start the music.
Suddenly, Britney did something that made Heather’s jaw drop. Britney Spears sat up and pulled off her top, exposing her breasts to the empty room. The singer dropped back onto the pillows, now only wearing her denim shorts. Britney’s fingers instantly headed for her right breast, finding her nipple and slowly stroking it. Heather felt her pussy scream out for attention as the pop star ran her fingertips over her hardening nipples. It didn’t take long for Heather’s own tits to respond to the visual stimuli, and the unexpected voyeur was suddenly sporting two eraser-hard nipples, the same as her idol.
Britney’s left hand hit the play button on the CD-remote, and before the music started, she’d dropped the remote and stuffed her fingers into her shorts. Heather quickly found herself using her own left hand on her clit as the music started to softly float through the air.
Maybe it was because her own senses were going crazy, or perhaps because she was so shocked to she her idol masturbating, but somehow Heather completely missed what the music was until the first song was half over. She gasped quietly when it finally hit her, though, and she suddenly stopped moving, hoping Britney hadn’t heard her.
Apparently Britney was playing Christina Aguilera’s debut album loud enough to cover Heather’s small outburst, for the superstar didn’t stop stroking herself to "Genie in a Bottle" and didn’t even look up.
Heather was shocked. Britney Spears masturbated to the music of her biggest rival. Part of it didn’t make any sense until she overhead Britney whisper something a little too loud.
"God, Christina, I’ve never fucked another woman before," Britney said to herself. "Lick me, Chrissy. Lick me hard!"
Heather felt faint. Her idol, Britney Spears, was screaming out from Christina Aguilera while she masturbated! Britney apparently lusted after her biggest rival. But it wasn’t just that revelation that had Heather’s head spinning. Her own lusts were coming to the surface. She wanted to fuck Britney Spears. Never in her life had Heather even considered lesbian sex, but now it seemed like the only way she’d ever relieve herself of the passion and lust she was feeling.
Somehow, during the time Heather had been thinking over her new found same-sex lust, Britney had removed her shorts, leaving her clad exactly as Heather was * in just a thong. Britney’s current pair was red, as opposed to the red one’s Heather had stolen, but they were just as sexy, and Heather wondered why Britney wore such daring panties if she hadn’t planed on anyone seeing them?
Britney had two fingers rubbing along the sides of her clit now, making the star moan in pleasure. Heather followed suit, try hard to keep her eyes open to watch Britney masturbate. She had never thought of another woman getting herself off as erotic, but now she knew she was hooked.
Heather’s head raced. Was she now a lesbian? What about Eric? The thought of fucking him was still appealing, but not as overwhelming as getting it on with Britney Spears. What would her parent’s think? Would her friends abandon her?
And then suddenly, Britney silenced all Heather’s questions by slipping her thong down her tanned and athletic legs. The only thing left in Heather’s brain was lust as she started thrusting her fingers into her cunt just as she had earlier, hitting the spots she needed to hit to bring her orgasm closer.
On the bed, Britney was fingering herself, too, moaning on as Christina’s album played "What a Girl Wants." The pop star’s body flopped up and down, her perfectly natural breasts jiggling seductively, as Britney moaned and gasped in pleasure. Then, as Heather watched and stroked through the slots in the closet door, Britney reached over to her bedside table.
Heather thought that nothing could have stopped her from masturbating to climax at that point, but what Britney pulled out made her stop and gasp quietly. Thankfully, the pop star was too preoccupied with her own sexual ministrations to hear her.
Britney Spears took the 7", red plastic vibrator and brought it to her lips with her left hand while her right hand kept stroking her pussy lips. Heather was shocked as she watched Britney slip half the vibrator into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment before bringing it down to the entrance of her pussy. Heather froze, not even blinking, as she watched the thick red invader slip into Britney’s cunt with a practiced easy. Britney’s other hand came down and activated the dial that turned on the vibrator, and ran it all the way to its max speed.
"Aw, GAWD, YES!" Britney exclaimed. She started humping the dildo with a vengeance, her breath a ragged pulse that beat through the room and into Heather’s very heart. The voyeuristic maid’s own fingers were slamming into her own pussy at the very sight of Britney Spears getting off on a vibrator, and despite the ache that her lower lips were sending, her euphoria was growing, overpowering everything else in her head.
She watched as Britney got up on her knees, placed the vibrator up on it’s tail end, and squatted down on it, allowing the device to penetrate her without the superstar using her hands. Heather managed to make it through three thrusts before her orgasm engulfed her.
Heather had never masturbated standing up before, and had never even thought about doing it as soon after her last effort, mere minutes ago. The combined effect made her light headed as the waves of pleasure raced over her body, and before she realized it, she was falling out of the closet and onto the floor with a thud. The last thing she remembered was a scream.
Heather wasn’t sure how long she was out, but it couldn’t have been long, for when she opened her eyes again, Britney Spears was standing over her, looking alarmed, as she clutched a sheet to her naked body.
"Who the hell are you?" Britney said at once, looking half angry and half scared. The sheet wrapped around her body barely covered her breasts, and was hanging in such a way as to allow Heather to spot some brownish-blonde pubic hairs where her legs met the rest of her body, but hit her opening itself. "What are you doing here? Why are you wearing my panties?!"
"Uh, ah," Heather started, having no idea what to say. "Uh, hi, Britney," she said. "I’m a big fan," she added sheepishly.
"What are you, some kind of lesbian stalker?" Britney asked. "I’m calling security!"
"NO!" Heather said at once, gaining her mind back a bit. "Please, I just ended up here when you got back, and I hid in your closet, and-"
"Wait, you were watching me?" Britney asked suddenly. "Are you some kind of pervert?"
"NO, please," Heather said, "I just got caught up in getting off in your thong."
"So you broke in here to steal my panties?! Gawd, you ARE a pervert! Where’s my phone."
"NO!" Heather cried out again. "I’ll loose my job, my boyfriend will leave me!"
"And you’ll go to jail for stalking me!" Britney said. "Who knows what you could’ve done to me?"
"Please, don’t," begged Heather. "I’ll do anything, work for you, and do your laundry, anything you want!"
"No deal, stalker slut," Britney said, grabbing the phone.
Suddenly, Heather remembered something. "If you call security, I’ll tell the world that Justin is gay!"
"So what?" Britney said, starting to dial. "Half the world thinks that already, and it would mean I could date a real man."
"And," Heather continued, "I’ll tell the press that you masturbate thinking of Christina Aguilera."
Britney dropped the phone.
"You can’t!"
"I will," Heather said. "The whole world will know you’ve got a lesbian crush on your biggest rival."
"You don’t understand!" Britney said, the sheet around her slipping enough to reveal one of her breasts. "It’s not like that at all!"
"How is it, then? Because I heard you moaning her name while you were fingering yourself earlier."
Britney collapsed onto the bed, tears forming at her eyes. Heather was both shocked that her threat would bring about this kind of reaction in Britney, and turned on again, because the starlet’s ass was hanging out of the sheets for the entire world to see.
"Christina and I had our first sexual experiences at the same time," Britney said quietly from the bed.
"So you two are actually lesbian lovers?" Heather asked, sitting down on the bed with Britney.
"NO!" Britney said. "I’ve never touched Christina before in my life * "
"But you’d like to," Heather said.
"You still don’t understand!" Britney said, her tears streaming down her face. Heather placed a hand on Britney’s bare shoulder, feeling the warmth of the stars skin as Britney went on with her story.
"It happened way back when the Mickey Mouse Club got cancelled," Britney said between tears. Heather had known that Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears had been on the old Disney Mickey Mouse Club together way back when, and that a few other young celebrities were on it as well * including members of N’Sync and Kerri Russell of "Felicity" fame.
"What happened?" Heather asked, stroking Britney’s hair carefully.
"This one producer * Richard * came to several of us girls and told us that they were thinking of doing an all-girl show, and that he might want to cast us in it. So all six of us went into his office. He locked the door, and... and he * he..." Britney trailed off into tears.
"He raped you?" Heather guessed.
"No," Britney said. "We all * we all let him do us willingly. We thought it would get us the show."
"Wow," Heather said.
Britney sat up a bit, the sheets falling down to her waist. Heather stared at the star’s breasts as Brit kept going with the story.
"I don’t even remember how he got us all naked, but he told us that if we let him take our virginities, we’d get parts in the show. We were all in our early teens, and he wasn’t really bad looking for a guy in his thirties, and we all wanted to do another TV show."
"So he fucked you all?" Heather said.
"Yes. Christina got up first and let him take her virginity. Kerri Russell was in the group, too, and she was the second to last to let him fuck her. I was the last, and I still remember how much it hurt for him to be in me, how hard he shoved himself inside me."
Heather remembered her first time with Eric * he had been far from gentle, but she had still enjoyed it. But then she realized that Britney was barely entering puberty at the time, and she cringed a little * when Heather had been that age, she’d yet to even wear her first training bra.
"What happened after he finished?" Heather asked.
"Then things got worse. He said the stars of the show would be the ones who were ‘old’ enough to orgasm with each other. Only Christina and Kerri had been able to gain any pleasure from what Richard had done to them, so he had the two of them lick each other until they both came. Christina came three times before she managed to finger poor Kerri to an orgasm."
"So how did you guys escape from him?" Heather asked, thinking the girls must have been terrified at the time.
"We didn’t, he let us go once Kerri had come. A few weeks later, he got word the show wasn’t going into production, and he apologized to each of us * while fucking us, of course."
"Wow," was all Heather had to say. "What happened to him?"
"Oh, he got what he deserved," Britney said, a touch of anger crossing her face. "They caught him two years later sodomizing a pair of 11 year old boys behind the scenes of the ‘It’s a Small World’ ride. He’s in jail still. Christina says she heard he was some drug dealer’s girlfriend now."
Heather couldn’t help but laugh at that. "So now he’s the helpless little girl, huh?"
"Yeah," Britney said. Then something else crossed over her face. "The thing is, Christina was the first person I ever saw have an orgasm. I didn’t even know what they were when it happened, but ever since, I’ve always thought of her when I’ve had one, or gave someone else one, or even thought about the word."
"So that’s why you were masturbating to her music," Heather said. "Trying to make the memory more real."
"Something like that, I guess. I didn’t realize I was even doing it until both she and I got famous around the same time. Then I saw a picture of how sexy she’s become, and ever since, I can’t keep my sexual thoughts away from her."
"Wow," Heather said. "So do you want to sleep with Christina?"
Britney looked at her. "I think I do, but I’m not sure. I’ve slept with a few guys since Richard, but only one ever gave me an orgasm, and that was when we were horseback riding!"
Heather giggled again at that. She’d actually broken her hymn while horseback riding when she was fourteen and had been able to lie to Eric about having had sex before him. He had this thing about not being with a virgin.
"The only orgasm’s I’ve had other than that were brought on by vibrator or my own fingers!" Britney complained. "And usually only when I think of Christina!"
Heather felt her nipples growing hard as she thought about Britney Spears with Christina Aguilera. Heather had almost given up on deny her same-sex lust for Britney, and now that she had the secret to Britney’s first sexual encounter, she might have a way out of the room without loosing her job.
"Listen, Britney," Heather said. "I won’t tell anyone about your lust for Christina if you don’t report me to my superiors."
Britney looked up at her for a moment or two. "Yeah, that sounds nice."
"And, if you do something for me, I promise to never tell anyone about your first sexual encounter." Heather was half surprised she’d said that out loud, but she knew there was no turning back now. She had one real chance at fulfilling her new dream of fucking Britney Spears, and this was it.
Britney looked up at her for a second. "What is this, blackmail?"
"No, Britney," Heather said, moving closer to the star and pulling aside the sheet, revealing Britney’s naked body. "It’s a come on. I want to give you an orgasm."
Britney looked at Heather for a moment, her hands reflexively covering her naked breasts while her legs squeezed together in an effort to hide her pussy from Heather’s view. "You * you are a lesbian, aren’t you?" Britney said at last.
"Not until I saw you here tonight, Britney," Heather said. "Actually, I started thinking about it while I was masturbating in your thong earlier, but now I really want you * and it could be a first for you, too."
"My first gay encounter?" Britney said.
"And your first orgasm with another person," Heather said, taking Britney’s left hand and placing it to the side. Without waiting for permission, Heather leaned in and started sucking on Britney’s nipple.
In the back of Heather’s brain, she wondered just where she’d gotten the courage to do this. Earlier in the night, she’d have been a bit timid even approaching Britney Spears, her idol. But now here she was, making a move on the pop singer, and sucking on her nipple just like Eric did to her on occasion. She secretly liked it, until her pussy started aching and she wanted him to fuck her as hard as he could.
Britney apparently reacted similarly, because she instantly started moaning just as Heather did when it was done to her. Britney’s hands flew up to Heather’s head, pulling the girl off for a moment.
"My gawd," Britney said, her Louisiana accent coming out again. "You DO want me, don’t you?"
Heather smiled and pushed forward, bringing her lips to Britney’s quickly. They met in a powerful kiss that the famous Miss Spears returned with as much passion as Heather was feeling. And it was the single greatest kiss of Heather’s life.
Never underestimate the amount of heat a same-sex encounter between two women in their late teens or early twenties. It is a time of experimentation both mentally and physically, and it’s also a time when hormones are raging. That’s why so many girls who go away to college end up sleeping with a female roommate or friend one drunken night. And the amount of pleasure those encounters bring are often what lead many non-gay women to believe they are homosexual for the simple reason that only a woman knows exactly what will pleasure another woman * usually what works for themselves when it comes to reaching orgasm.
That same heat filled both Britney and Heather at the instant they broke their first kiss. They stared at each other for a few brief seconds * though for them it seemed like an eternity of lustful thoughts * before Heather leaped onto Britney and dragged her down onto the bed in a frenzied lust.
While neither Heather nor Britney had ever made love to another woman before, they both knew what made them feel good, and quickly struggled for dominance so they could perform their individual tricks on the other. Heather won out first, pushing Britney down to the bed and quickly sucking in another nipple.
"Oh, Gawd, yes!" Britney said. "Girl, you’ve got me SO turned on!" Britney once again took Heather’s head in hand, but this time held it to her chest as heather started circling her hardening nipples with her tongue. Britney moaned again, and Heather felt a wave of heat roll off the pop star.
"You haven’t felt anything yet, Brit," Heather said, moving her lips slowly down the pop star’s body, carefully licking around Britney’s bellybutton * ignoring the gaudy bellybutton ring Britney had - before continuing even lower to her pelvic region. Britney had some light brownish-blonde pubic hairs that were neatly trimmed into a thin line above her pussy. Heather lightly teased them with her tongue and lips, pulling on them slightly and licking around them.
"Ooh," Britney moaned. "Gawd, sweetie, you’re so damn good. Can you, y’know, enter me now? With your tongue?"
Heather giggled. Neither she nor Britney really knew how lesbians communicated what they wanted their partners to do. Heather remembered her first few times with Eric * they had frequently not known what the other person had wanted to call something. He had used every possible word other than "pussy" before she finally told him he could call it that * as long as he never called it a "beaver den" again.
"I’d love to taste your pussy, Britney," Heather said as she licked down to the entrance of Britney Spears’ most private area. If Heather had taken the time to think of her situation, she would have realized that she was in a position millions of men and probably half as many women would have killed to be in. She was about to lick the pussy of the single most fantasized about celebrity of the moment * and she wasn’t even a lesbian!
Britney’s cunt lips were all puffed up, and sickened with her own juices from her masturbatory activities earlier in the evening, but the heat rolling off it now was clearly because of Heather’s touch along the pop star’s naked body. Prying open the lips gently, Heather saw Britney’s clit sticking out at the top. It wasn’t as big as Heather’s clit got when Eric fingered her, but it was still rather impressive, and Heather was more than willing to see if it would get any bigger.
Sticking out her tongue, Heather brought it down onto Britney’s clit carefully, not sure what she would taste like. Heather had never even tasted herself, and had never expected to taste another woman in her life. She was prepared to find the taste unbearable. She was happily surprised to find that it didn’t taste that bad at all * it wasn’t chocolate or sugar flavored, but it wasn’t as bitter or sour as she expected. She slowly started to circle Britney’s clit with her tongue, as gently as she could while spreading some of her own saliva around to lubricate the area more.
"Mmmmm!" Britney mumbled. "That’s SOOO nice, babe." Heather paid no attention as she slowly started to increase her speed over the clit, feeling it swell up a little bit as she did so. Britney pushed her ass up in order to bring her pussy closer to Heather’s face, and Heather rewarded her with an extra hard lick right over the little "hot button."
"Oh, GAWD!" Britney said, her accent getting deeper as she got lustier. "D-don’t stop that!"
"I’m not stopping," Heather said, before quickly returning to licking Britney’s clit. The superstar moaned and writhed with each twist of Heather’s tongue, and soon Britney Spears was covered in a fine layer of sweat. Heather looked up at Britney’s face, and saw the singer had her eyes closed, mouth open, and a look of utter contentment over it.
"You’re too damn good at that!" Britney said as she realized that Heather had stopped. "Are y’sure you’re not a lesbian?"
"Not until right now, Britney," Heather said, taking one of her fingers on her left hand and slowly working it into Britney’s pussy.
"OHMIGAWD!" Britney exclaimed. Heather could imagine the sensations flooding Britney’s lower half right now. She remembered the first time Eric had done this to her, and how she had a hard time not coming right on his finger.
Britney didn’t wait. She climaxed right there, her body convulsing up and down as Heather tried to move her finger in a way that would bring even more pleasure to the singer. Britney moaned something unintelligible as she came, and after fifteen or twenty seconds, she calmed down onto the bed with a sigh of pure delight.
"That had to be one of the best orgasm’s I’ve ever had," she said to Heather, her eyes aglow with the after affects of her orgasm. "I never knew it could be like this!"
"We aren’t done yet," Heather said, getting up. She was still clad only in the thong she’d "borrowed" from Britney as she walked over to the CD player and started Christina Aguilera going again. Heather turned back towards Britney, climbed onto the bed and kissed the pop star.
"We’re going to do everything you’ve ever wanted to do to Christina," Heather said with a wicked grin on her face. "And then we’re going to go further. I’ve got all night, Britney. How about you?"
Britney answered by grabbing Heather’s hair and pulling the other girl to her face. They kissed, in a rather sloppy, hurried way, as each was eager to get to the more sensual activities. Britney’s hands quickly found Heather’s breasts, while Heather’s reached behind the pop songstress and grabbed her ass. Heather pulled Britney closer to her, until their breasts met each other and the maid could feel the fullness of the pop star’s tits.
"Gawd, I want to fuck you," Britney said as she reached for the thong Heather was wearing.
But Heather batted her hand away playfully. "Uh, uh, Britney. As an idol to millions of little girls everywhere, you shouldn’t be using that kind of language." Heather kissed Britney again and forced the other woman back onto the bed. She then stood up and pushed aside the thin red fabric that covered her own pussy.
"Oh, I want to taste you!" Britney said, reaching up for Heather’s hands. Taking them, Heather allowed Britney to lower her down until her crotch was right over the singer’s face. Heather had never been licked while sitting like this. Her legs and Eric’s head had never quite fit right, so he had always had her lie down on her back when he licked her. But Britney’s head fit perfectly between Heather’s thighs, and as the superstar started to lap at the maid’s clit, Heather felt her entire body begin to writhe in passionate ecstasy.
"This * this is so much better than I expected," Heather managed to say as Britney let up long enough to breathe a few breaths. "Stick your fingers in me," Heather said as she pulled off her. "I want to feel you inside me!"
"I’ve always wanted to finger Christina’s ass while I licked her pussy," Britney said as she pushed Heather down onto the bed. Pulling the thong aside, Britney started to lick Heather’s clit while running her fingers along the outer area of Heather’s pussy lips, lubricating them.
"Stick them in!" Heather demanded, one of her hands holding Britney to her clit. The singer did as she was told and Heather climaxed right there, squirting out girl cum all over Britney’s face. The star let Heather calm down for a second before starting to lick again, her left forefinger having never left the other girl’s ass.
Britney started off slowly, licking in circles around Heather’s clit while slowly pulling her finger in and out of the other girl’s anus. But she quickly started to increase her pace, until Heather was panting heavily again.
"Ohmigod, Britney, please, please, HARDER!" Heather screamed as Britney ran her finger faster and faster through Heather’s ass. Britney followed orders well, ramming even harder than she was before, and bringing Heather even closer to yet another orgasm. Heather had, thanks to Eric’s healthy sexual appetite, experienced multiple orgasms in a night before, but never more than two. She’d already lost count tonight of how many she’d had, including masturbation, and now Britney was working hard to bring her to another.
And the pop star didn’t disappoint. Britney stuck her finger into Heather’s pussy at the exact moment she added a second to Heather’s ass. The young maid came so hard she actually blacked out right there.
No matter how many orgasms she’d have the rest of her life Heather would never forget the night she blacked out twice thanks to Britney Spears.
She awoke a short time later with Britney playing absentmindedly with her pubic hairs. The "borrowed" thong was still around Heather’s waist, but it was so pulled aside as to leave nothing left that Britney couldn’t see with just a casual glance. Christina Aguilera’s "Somebody’s Somebody" was playing in the CD player, and the whole room smelled of sex.
Heather loved it all.
"That was so good, Britney," Heather said.
"Well, the night’s not over yet," Britney said.
"Good," Heather said. "What’s next? What’ve you always wanted to do to Christina?" Heather asked, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better look at the young singing sensation in all her naked glory.
Britney smiled a wicked smile and held up her big red vibrator. "This is next," Britney said, pushing Heather back down. "And when I’m done with you, you can use it on me."
"Then let’s get me off in a hurry," Heather said, a huge smile across her face. "I’d hate to think of you doing all this for me without getting any in return."
"Aw, sweetheart, I’ll be getting plenty in return all night long. Trust me."
Heather was hard pressed to deny that, as the massive sex session between the two young women continued for quite some time. Both ended up taking the vibrator up their asses, and a twenty minute "69" session led the two of them to fall asleep in each other’s arms. When she awoke the next morning, Heather saw that Britney was already getting dressed.
"I’m glad you’re awake," Britney said, as she threw on a pair of short-shorts over a new, teal blue thong. "I wanted to get your number before I left."
Heather blinked. "What for? I’m going to keep your secrets."
"And I’m going to keep yours, Heather," Britney said. "I want your number so that the next time I’m in town, I can be sure you and I end up in bed together."
Heather felt her jaw drop. "You want to do me again sometime?"
"Sure," Britney said, zipping up her shorts. Staring at her long tan legs gave Heather’s crotch another twinge. "I’m not looking for a full-on romantic relationship, but I’d love for us to be sex partners."
Uh, yeah, I guess," said Heather. She took a pencil and a small piece of paper from the bed stand and wrote down her name and number. "You know, I’ve got a boyfriend and..."
Britney held up her arm. "Don’t say any more. I don’t want to know. We’re sex buddies, Heather. No more than that. I’m not looking to break up your relationship. Heck, maybe next time your boyfriend could join us.
Heather smiled as she got out of bed. "Yes," she said, thinking to how big a fan of Britney Eric was * in his own, male minded way. "I think he’d like that a lot."
Heather walked out of that room an hour later, having showered, gotten dressed, and kissed Britney goodbye. Her head would swim with thoughts of her sexuality, her desires, her lusts, and her life in general, and what she would do about it. She wasn’t sure how she’d come to terms with this new discovery of a lesbian side, but she knew that she liked it.
And worse come to worse, she had the signed thong worn by Britney Spears clenched tightly in the cheeks of her ass as she headed home from the Hotel, a simple reminder that the entire night HAD happened. She knew that if Eric wasn’t up to it, she’d be masturbating with the thong on and Britney Spear’s latest CD playing in the background by nightfall. The last time she’d masturbated, she’d ended up sleeping with Britney Spears. Who knew what would happen this time?
Some days it pays to be working late. Heather learned this lesson first hand one Friday night when she’d been forced into working late at her job as a housekeeper for a fancy LA Hotel. Two of the other housekeepers had not shown up, leaving Heather to do their floors as well as her own, and it was taking forever. As it was, she’d had to cancel her date with her boyfriend Eric, and now it was nearing midnight, and she still had a whole floor left to do!
One of the few good things about working in a hotel like this was that Heather occasionally got to meet celebrities. She’d seen Harrison Ford, Angelina Jolie, and had even had a cup of coffee with Julia Roberts once in the lobby. At that very moment, there were at least three major celebs that Heather knew of who were staying in the hotel John Voight was due to check out the next morning, Cindy Crawford was staying in one of the penthouse suites that Heather had already cleaned, and perhaps the most exciting for Heather personally, Britney Spears was staying at the hotel for an entire week!
Heather wasn’t exactly your typical Britney fan * unlike most Britney fanatics, Heather wasn’t a 12-year-old girl, nor was she a thirty-year-old man. Heather was 19, stood about 5’4" tall, had long brown hair, and very pretty green eyes. Her boyfriend Eric had been the first man she’d ever slept with, and to date, she had never thought about anyone else ever touching her like that. Heather knew she wasn’t going to be with Eric forever, but for now she was happy.
Heather enjoyed Britney’s music, the infectious pop sound with plenty of dance beats. More often than not, when Heather was alone in her apartment, she’d find herself dancing to Britney’s music. A couple of times, she’d even stripped down to her bra and panties and danced around, mimicking Britney’s famous strip tease at the VMAs. She loved Britney’s music, and thought the singer was the perfect role model for young girls. Maybe she dressed a little sexy for 12-year-olds, but for a 19-year-old Britney was the perfect idol.
Humming "Don’t Let Me Be the Last to Know," Heather made it to the last of the penthouse suites on the top floor when the clock struck midnight, and much to her surprise, no one was in the room. Heather quickly started cleaning up the room, in hope that she could get it done quickly and go home before whoever was staying here got back.
Heather started in the bathroom, exchanging the towels and shampoos. She could tell at once that a woman had been living in the suite, because there was a rather lacey bra hanging from the shower rod, and enough makeup containers littering the sink to decorate an army of clowns. Most of them didn’t look like they’d even been opened, but a few, like the simplest of eyeliners, looked as if they’d been used quite a bit. Heather tried not to disturb them as she replaced some washcloths and added a few bars of soap to the ones left on the sink.
Moving into the main sleeping area next, Heather found that the king sized bed had indeed been slept in. Heather quickly got to work making the bed, but as she grabbed one of the pillows, she got a surprise * a pair of red thong panties fell out.
"Whoa, someone likes it kinky," Heather muttered aloud. Heather placed the panties on the nightstand as she continued to make the bed. She quickly noticed that as she went, she kept looking over at the thong, wondering just who it belonged to. They looked like they could’ve been out of a trashy lingerie store like Frederick’s of Hollywood or something. Heather finished making the bed, and she quickly found herself holding the panties again.
"God, I bet someone got laid in these," she muttered aloud. As soon as she said that, she felt hot. It had been a while since she and Eric had last made love, almost a week! And as much as some women tried to deny it, they all got urges from time to time. Heather knew she’d be fingering herself when she got home. She’d really need the release by then.
Heather put down the thong and tried to redirect her feelings so as to finish up her job and then go home. It was late, she needed to get off, and then get some sleep. She found a few hangers lying on a nearby chair, picked them up and headed over towards the closet to put them away.
As soon as she opened the closet, she knew whose room she was cleaning. In the closet hung a number of colorful and form fitting outfits that could only belong to Britney Spears!
Heather gasped. She’d almost forgotten that Britney was staying in the Hotel! Instantly, the young maid was thinking of ways to stick around until Britney got back. Heather’s head spun as she tried to find an excuse to meet her idle.
And as her head spun, so did Heather herself, and as she came to a quick stop, she spotted the thong again.
Britney Spears’ thong.
Instantly, Heather’s loins started to churn again. The thong she’d been holding had belonged to Britney, her idol. Heather picked them up again and stared at them. This red, lacey thong had been on Britney’s most private areas, and the very thought of it was turning Heather on.
Heather suddenly had the urge to put the thong on herself. She had no idea why, but the urge was undeniable. Heather looked around the room, half expecting someone to come popping out and accuse her of doing something wrong. But the door to the suite was closed, and no one else was around.
Heather didn’t know what to do. She had never felt anything like this before. She knew as soon as she put on Britney’s thong, she’d start masturbating. It was a given. Heather could feel her nipples getting hard underneath her maid’s uniform. Her breath was becoming faster and faster, and she could feel the heat wafting out from her lower regions.
"I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about this," Heather whispered aloud. Her left hand had found its way to her breast, and she was kneading her nipple through her uniform and bra. She hadn’t felt this turned on since her first time with Eric. She actually felt her pussy lips swelling in her own panties. Her breasts were heaving within her clothes. She was getting very hot, and before she knew it, she was unbuttoning her blouse.
Feeling the cooler air upon her chest was all Heather needed to convince herself of what to do. She kept unbuttoning her blouse and let it fall to the floor, revealing her bra-encased breasts to the world. Her hands quickly started to massage her c-cup mounds through the lacey fabric, feeling her nipples stiffen beneath her palms.
The bra came next, releasing her tits to the world with a little jiggle. Heather shucked off her skirt next, and then dropped her cotton panties to the floor. The cool air of the air-conditioned room felt like a wave of relief on her flaring pussy lips. She didn’t touch them as she quickly stepped out of her own clothes and put on Britney’s panties.
The thong was snug and rode up on her ass instantly, but Heather didn’t readjust it. These panties had been on Britney Spears, and now they were on her. The thong pressed against her swollen cunt lips and made Heather even more excited. But there were other feelings floating through her. She had never thought about having sex with another woman before, and really wasn’t thinking about it now. She desired to be close to her idol, and to enjoy the rampant naughtiness of what she was doing. If she got caught masturbating in one of the hotel rooms wearing Britney Spears’ thong, she’d be fired and probably arrested as a stalker or something.
But her lust was rising so fast that any thought of stopping was overridden by Heather’s personal needs. Without removing Britney’s panties, she began to finger herself, rubbing her clit with the soft fabric. She moaned at once, all control leaving her mind. She fell back onto the bed and allowed her left hand to play with her nipples as she stroked herself harder and harder.
Her mind raced with the feelings, no single thought occupying it at any one second. She imagined her boyfriend Eric fucking her, or one of the hunky bellhops from downstairs. She would’ve taken any cock presented to her at that moment, as long as she could keep the panties on. But the further she pushed, and the harder she stroked, the more and more Britney entered her mind until she finally hit her climax by screaming out her idols name.
"Oh, god BRITNEY!!!!" Heather screamed as the single most powerful orgasm she’d ever had sent her rolling off the bed and on to the floor. Her legs kept quivering for several minutes as she lay there, catching her breath and feeling the warmth through her body.
And just as she was getting ready to stand up, she heard a key in the door.
Instantly, Heather’s mind jumped into over drive. There was no way out at this point, no way she could escape before the person at the door entered. She had only one chance, and she had to act fast.
Leaping up and grabbing her own clothes, Heather ran for the closet and got it closed just in time to hear the door slam shut and for someone to come walking in. Heather held her breath as she heard a female voice talking to someone. The voice was coming closer, and there was no mistaking who it was.
"Yeah, so Justin apparently thinks that taking me to see "Peal Harbor," then out to some dumb Chinese restaurant counts as a date when you’re famous!" Britney Spears complained into her cell phone as she entered the bedroom area of the suite. Heather willed herself to be as still as possible, hoping that the star was just back looking for something.
"Oh, tell me about it, girl!" Britney said. "I mean, I know he’s just using me to cover up for the fact that he’s gay, but c’mon! He’s a damn member of N’Sync, he can afford to show a girl a good time now and again!" Britney laughed into the phone and sat down on the bed.
Heather nearly gasped aloud. When she’d jumped into the closet, she’d missed her bra, which was now half under the bed, right next to Britney’s right foot, just waiting for her to step on! How could she have been so stupid?
"No, the movie wasn’t bad, really," said Britney into her phone. "And that Ben Afflec is damn cute. The love story wasn’t bad, and the battle scenes were cool, but I couldn’t stand sitting there for three hours just to waste another night with Justin."
Heather couldn’t believe this was happening. In another time and place, she would have died to be this close to Britney, but now, she would have killed to be anywhere else. How could she have let her feelings * her urges * get her stuck in this situation? She’d never masturbated on the job before, and never had to do it so bad that it couldn’t wait until she was home by herself. Now she was going to be caught, fired, and probably thrown in jail * all for being horney!
"You know, I’m not sure about that Josh Harnett person, or whatever his name is. I think he might be gay," Britney was saying into the telephone. "Well, of course I’d know, since I’m dating a gay celebrity!" Britney nearly doubled over laughing.
Heather realized she was getting faint, and decided to risk taking a breath as she watched Britney lay back on the bed while she was giggling. She’d backed up enough so that she wouldn’t step on Heather’s forgotten bra, but all she had to do was stand up again in the wrong spot and the singer would find it. Heather took a small breath and let it out, trying hard to keep quit as Britney rolled around on the bed some more.
"Well, no, I didn’t really enjoy the meal at all. Y’know I’m not a big fan of Chinese food. I’m really a burger an’ fries girl, Mandy."
Heather noticed for the first time that Britney was wearing a tummy-revealing top that kept riding up as she rolled around on the bed, exposing the flesh-colored bra underneath. Britney was also wearing tight denim shorts that accented her curve ass all to well. It occurred to Heather at that second that she had cried out Britney’s name when she’d climaxed minutes ago.
Heather had always been willing to admit when she thought another woman looked good, but she’d never felt any kind of sexual urge towards another woman before. She wasn’t a lesbian, and didn’t want to be a lesbian. She had a very caring boyfriend and was quite happy sucking and fucking his cock.
"Yeah, I know you’re more into the healthy stuff, but I like the taste of a burger. And with the work out I have, I don’t have to worry about it," Britney was saying. Heather watched her as she ran a finger underneath her top, just below her bra. Suddenly, just like that, Heather felt something stir between her legs again. Britney was almost playing with herself as she chatted on the phone, and it was turning Heather on as she watched.
‘I’m not a lesbian,’ Heather thought as she watched Britney slip her whole hand underneath her top and start fingering her nipple. Heather’s own hand quickly followed Britney’s example and started twisting and turning Heather’s left tit. All she could see of Britney’s hand was her wrist, but the way it was moving made Heather believe that the singer was lightly rubbing her fingers around her nipple. Heather followed suit and felt her breath increasing in pace.
"You know what, Mandy?" Britney said into the phone suddenly. "I gotta let ya’ go. There are some things I need to take care of." Britney’s hand was moving a little faster now, and Heather was matching her pace as she watched through the slits in the closet door. "I’ll catch you next time I’m in Florida, Mandy. Have a good one. Bye." With that Britney hung up the phone and threw it on the bedside table.
Heather froze. She feared that Britney, no longer distracted by the phone, would hear her now heavy breathing. Heather’s clit was throbbing again, despite her having just masturbated mere minutes ago. She usually pointed that out as a great advantage to being a woman, but now it made her want to stroke herself again, and the more time she spent trapped in Britney’s closet, the more she wanted to do it.
"Gawd," Britney said, sitting up and stretching. "What a day." Britney got off the bed and went over to the window. Heather couldn’t see her from there, but she heard the shades close, and thought Britney might be preparing to go to bed. That thought worried Heather. Could she sneak out while Britney was sleeping? And what about her clothes? There wasn’t enough room in the closet to get dressed, and she certainly couldn’t go out into the hallways only wearing Britney’s thong!
"This girl needs to relax," Britney said, moving over to the CD player on one stand. Heather saw her place a disc in the machine, but couldn’t tell what it was. Britney took the remote and moved back to the bed. Heather watched as Britney sat down and lay back against the pillows for a second. The singer had yet to start the music.
Suddenly, Britney did something that made Heather’s jaw drop. Britney Spears sat up and pulled off her top, exposing her breasts to the empty room. The singer dropped back onto the pillows, now only wearing her denim shorts. Britney’s fingers instantly headed for her right breast, finding her nipple and slowly stroking it. Heather felt her pussy scream out for attention as the pop star ran her fingertips over her hardening nipples. It didn’t take long for Heather’s own tits to respond to the visual stimuli, and the unexpected voyeur was suddenly sporting two eraser-hard nipples, the same as her idol.
Britney’s left hand hit the play button on the CD-remote, and before the music started, she’d dropped the remote and stuffed her fingers into her shorts. Heather quickly found herself using her own left hand on her clit as the music started to softly float through the air.
Maybe it was because her own senses were going crazy, or perhaps because she was so shocked to she her idol masturbating, but somehow Heather completely missed what the music was until the first song was half over. She gasped quietly when it finally hit her, though, and she suddenly stopped moving, hoping Britney hadn’t heard her.
Apparently Britney was playing Christina Aguilera’s debut album loud enough to cover Heather’s small outburst, for the superstar didn’t stop stroking herself to "Genie in a Bottle" and didn’t even look up.
Heather was shocked. Britney Spears masturbated to the music of her biggest rival. Part of it didn’t make any sense until she overhead Britney whisper something a little too loud.
"God, Christina, I’ve never fucked another woman before," Britney said to herself. "Lick me, Chrissy. Lick me hard!"
Heather felt faint. Her idol, Britney Spears, was screaming out from Christina Aguilera while she masturbated! Britney apparently lusted after her biggest rival. But it wasn’t just that revelation that had Heather’s head spinning. Her own lusts were coming to the surface. She wanted to fuck Britney Spears. Never in her life had Heather even considered lesbian sex, but now it seemed like the only way she’d ever relieve herself of the passion and lust she was feeling.
Somehow, during the time Heather had been thinking over her new found same-sex lust, Britney had removed her shorts, leaving her clad exactly as Heather was * in just a thong. Britney’s current pair was red, as opposed to the red one’s Heather had stolen, but they were just as sexy, and Heather wondered why Britney wore such daring panties if she hadn’t planed on anyone seeing them?
Britney had two fingers rubbing along the sides of her clit now, making the star moan in pleasure. Heather followed suit, try hard to keep her eyes open to watch Britney masturbate. She had never thought of another woman getting herself off as erotic, but now she knew she was hooked.
Heather’s head raced. Was she now a lesbian? What about Eric? The thought of fucking him was still appealing, but not as overwhelming as getting it on with Britney Spears. What would her parent’s think? Would her friends abandon her?
And then suddenly, Britney silenced all Heather’s questions by slipping her thong down her tanned and athletic legs. The only thing left in Heather’s brain was lust as she started thrusting her fingers into her cunt just as she had earlier, hitting the spots she needed to hit to bring her orgasm closer.
On the bed, Britney was fingering herself, too, moaning on as Christina’s album played "What a Girl Wants." The pop star’s body flopped up and down, her perfectly natural breasts jiggling seductively, as Britney moaned and gasped in pleasure. Then, as Heather watched and stroked through the slots in the closet door, Britney reached over to her bedside table.
Heather thought that nothing could have stopped her from masturbating to climax at that point, but what Britney pulled out made her stop and gasp quietly. Thankfully, the pop star was too preoccupied with her own sexual ministrations to hear her.
Britney Spears took the 7", red plastic vibrator and brought it to her lips with her left hand while her right hand kept stroking her pussy lips. Heather was shocked as she watched Britney slip half the vibrator into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment before bringing it down to the entrance of her pussy. Heather froze, not even blinking, as she watched the thick red invader slip into Britney’s cunt with a practiced easy. Britney’s other hand came down and activated the dial that turned on the vibrator, and ran it all the way to its max speed.
"Aw, GAWD, YES!" Britney exclaimed. She started humping the dildo with a vengeance, her breath a ragged pulse that beat through the room and into Heather’s very heart. The voyeuristic maid’s own fingers were slamming into her own pussy at the very sight of Britney Spears getting off on a vibrator, and despite the ache that her lower lips were sending, her euphoria was growing, overpowering everything else in her head.
She watched as Britney got up on her knees, placed the vibrator up on it’s tail end, and squatted down on it, allowing the device to penetrate her without the superstar using her hands. Heather managed to make it through three thrusts before her orgasm engulfed her.
Heather had never masturbated standing up before, and had never even thought about doing it as soon after her last effort, mere minutes ago. The combined effect made her light headed as the waves of pleasure raced over her body, and before she realized it, she was falling out of the closet and onto the floor with a thud. The last thing she remembered was a scream.
Heather wasn’t sure how long she was out, but it couldn’t have been long, for when she opened her eyes again, Britney Spears was standing over her, looking alarmed, as she clutched a sheet to her naked body.
"Who the hell are you?" Britney said at once, looking half angry and half scared. The sheet wrapped around her body barely covered her breasts, and was hanging in such a way as to allow Heather to spot some brownish-blonde pubic hairs where her legs met the rest of her body, but hit her opening itself. "What are you doing here? Why are you wearing my panties?!"
"Uh, ah," Heather started, having no idea what to say. "Uh, hi, Britney," she said. "I’m a big fan," she added sheepishly.
"What are you, some kind of lesbian stalker?" Britney asked. "I’m calling security!"
"NO!" Heather said at once, gaining her mind back a bit. "Please, I just ended up here when you got back, and I hid in your closet, and-"
"Wait, you were watching me?" Britney asked suddenly. "Are you some kind of pervert?"
"NO, please," Heather said, "I just got caught up in getting off in your thong."
"So you broke in here to steal my panties?! Gawd, you ARE a pervert! Where’s my phone."
"NO!" Heather cried out again. "I’ll loose my job, my boyfriend will leave me!"
"And you’ll go to jail for stalking me!" Britney said. "Who knows what you could’ve done to me?"
"Please, don’t," begged Heather. "I’ll do anything, work for you, and do your laundry, anything you want!"
"No deal, stalker slut," Britney said, grabbing the phone.
Suddenly, Heather remembered something. "If you call security, I’ll tell the world that Justin is gay!"
"So what?" Britney said, starting to dial. "Half the world thinks that already, and it would mean I could date a real man."
"And," Heather continued, "I’ll tell the press that you masturbate thinking of Christina Aguilera."
Britney dropped the phone.
"You can’t!"
"I will," Heather said. "The whole world will know you’ve got a lesbian crush on your biggest rival."
"You don’t understand!" Britney said, the sheet around her slipping enough to reveal one of her breasts. "It’s not like that at all!"
"How is it, then? Because I heard you moaning her name while you were fingering yourself earlier."
Britney collapsed onto the bed, tears forming at her eyes. Heather was both shocked that her threat would bring about this kind of reaction in Britney, and turned on again, because the starlet’s ass was hanging out of the sheets for the entire world to see.
"Christina and I had our first sexual experiences at the same time," Britney said quietly from the bed.
"So you two are actually lesbian lovers?" Heather asked, sitting down on the bed with Britney.
"NO!" Britney said. "I’ve never touched Christina before in my life * "
"But you’d like to," Heather said.
"You still don’t understand!" Britney said, her tears streaming down her face. Heather placed a hand on Britney’s bare shoulder, feeling the warmth of the stars skin as Britney went on with her story.
"It happened way back when the Mickey Mouse Club got cancelled," Britney said between tears. Heather had known that Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears had been on the old Disney Mickey Mouse Club together way back when, and that a few other young celebrities were on it as well * including members of N’Sync and Kerri Russell of "Felicity" fame.
"What happened?" Heather asked, stroking Britney’s hair carefully.
"This one producer * Richard * came to several of us girls and told us that they were thinking of doing an all-girl show, and that he might want to cast us in it. So all six of us went into his office. He locked the door, and... and he * he..." Britney trailed off into tears.
"He raped you?" Heather guessed.
"No," Britney said. "We all * we all let him do us willingly. We thought it would get us the show."
"Wow," Heather said.
Britney sat up a bit, the sheets falling down to her waist. Heather stared at the star’s breasts as Brit kept going with the story.
"I don’t even remember how he got us all naked, but he told us that if we let him take our virginities, we’d get parts in the show. We were all in our early teens, and he wasn’t really bad looking for a guy in his thirties, and we all wanted to do another TV show."
"So he fucked you all?" Heather said.
"Yes. Christina got up first and let him take her virginity. Kerri Russell was in the group, too, and she was the second to last to let him fuck her. I was the last, and I still remember how much it hurt for him to be in me, how hard he shoved himself inside me."
Heather remembered her first time with Eric * he had been far from gentle, but she had still enjoyed it. But then she realized that Britney was barely entering puberty at the time, and she cringed a little * when Heather had been that age, she’d yet to even wear her first training bra.
"What happened after he finished?" Heather asked.
"Then things got worse. He said the stars of the show would be the ones who were ‘old’ enough to orgasm with each other. Only Christina and Kerri had been able to gain any pleasure from what Richard had done to them, so he had the two of them lick each other until they both came. Christina came three times before she managed to finger poor Kerri to an orgasm."
"So how did you guys escape from him?" Heather asked, thinking the girls must have been terrified at the time.
"We didn’t, he let us go once Kerri had come. A few weeks later, he got word the show wasn’t going into production, and he apologized to each of us * while fucking us, of course."
"Wow," was all Heather had to say. "What happened to him?"
"Oh, he got what he deserved," Britney said, a touch of anger crossing her face. "They caught him two years later sodomizing a pair of 11 year old boys behind the scenes of the ‘It’s a Small World’ ride. He’s in jail still. Christina says she heard he was some drug dealer’s girlfriend now."
Heather couldn’t help but laugh at that. "So now he’s the helpless little girl, huh?"
"Yeah," Britney said. Then something else crossed over her face. "The thing is, Christina was the first person I ever saw have an orgasm. I didn’t even know what they were when it happened, but ever since, I’ve always thought of her when I’ve had one, or gave someone else one, or even thought about the word."
"So that’s why you were masturbating to her music," Heather said. "Trying to make the memory more real."
"Something like that, I guess. I didn’t realize I was even doing it until both she and I got famous around the same time. Then I saw a picture of how sexy she’s become, and ever since, I can’t keep my sexual thoughts away from her."
"Wow," Heather said. "So do you want to sleep with Christina?"
Britney looked at her. "I think I do, but I’m not sure. I’ve slept with a few guys since Richard, but only one ever gave me an orgasm, and that was when we were horseback riding!"
Heather giggled again at that. She’d actually broken her hymn while horseback riding when she was fourteen and had been able to lie to Eric about having had sex before him. He had this thing about not being with a virgin.
"The only orgasm’s I’ve had other than that were brought on by vibrator or my own fingers!" Britney complained. "And usually only when I think of Christina!"
Heather felt her nipples growing hard as she thought about Britney Spears with Christina Aguilera. Heather had almost given up on deny her same-sex lust for Britney, and now that she had the secret to Britney’s first sexual encounter, she might have a way out of the room without loosing her job.
"Listen, Britney," Heather said. "I won’t tell anyone about your lust for Christina if you don’t report me to my superiors."
Britney looked up at her for a moment or two. "Yeah, that sounds nice."
"And, if you do something for me, I promise to never tell anyone about your first sexual encounter." Heather was half surprised she’d said that out loud, but she knew there was no turning back now. She had one real chance at fulfilling her new dream of fucking Britney Spears, and this was it.
Britney looked up at her for a second. "What is this, blackmail?"
"No, Britney," Heather said, moving closer to the star and pulling aside the sheet, revealing Britney’s naked body. "It’s a come on. I want to give you an orgasm."
Britney looked at Heather for a moment, her hands reflexively covering her naked breasts while her legs squeezed together in an effort to hide her pussy from Heather’s view. "You * you are a lesbian, aren’t you?" Britney said at last.
"Not until I saw you here tonight, Britney," Heather said. "Actually, I started thinking about it while I was masturbating in your thong earlier, but now I really want you * and it could be a first for you, too."
"My first gay encounter?" Britney said.
"And your first orgasm with another person," Heather said, taking Britney’s left hand and placing it to the side. Without waiting for permission, Heather leaned in and started sucking on Britney’s nipple.
In the back of Heather’s brain, she wondered just where she’d gotten the courage to do this. Earlier in the night, she’d have been a bit timid even approaching Britney Spears, her idol. But now here she was, making a move on the pop singer, and sucking on her nipple just like Eric did to her on occasion. She secretly liked it, until her pussy started aching and she wanted him to fuck her as hard as he could.
Britney apparently reacted similarly, because she instantly started moaning just as Heather did when it was done to her. Britney’s hands flew up to Heather’s head, pulling the girl off for a moment.
"My gawd," Britney said, her Louisiana accent coming out again. "You DO want me, don’t you?"
Heather smiled and pushed forward, bringing her lips to Britney’s quickly. They met in a powerful kiss that the famous Miss Spears returned with as much passion as Heather was feeling. And it was the single greatest kiss of Heather’s life.
Never underestimate the amount of heat a same-sex encounter between two women in their late teens or early twenties. It is a time of experimentation both mentally and physically, and it’s also a time when hormones are raging. That’s why so many girls who go away to college end up sleeping with a female roommate or friend one drunken night. And the amount of pleasure those encounters bring are often what lead many non-gay women to believe they are homosexual for the simple reason that only a woman knows exactly what will pleasure another woman * usually what works for themselves when it comes to reaching orgasm.
That same heat filled both Britney and Heather at the instant they broke their first kiss. They stared at each other for a few brief seconds * though for them it seemed like an eternity of lustful thoughts * before Heather leaped onto Britney and dragged her down onto the bed in a frenzied lust.
While neither Heather nor Britney had ever made love to another woman before, they both knew what made them feel good, and quickly struggled for dominance so they could perform their individual tricks on the other. Heather won out first, pushing Britney down to the bed and quickly sucking in another nipple.
"Oh, Gawd, yes!" Britney said. "Girl, you’ve got me SO turned on!" Britney once again took Heather’s head in hand, but this time held it to her chest as heather started circling her hardening nipples with her tongue. Britney moaned again, and Heather felt a wave of heat roll off the pop star.
"You haven’t felt anything yet, Brit," Heather said, moving her lips slowly down the pop star’s body, carefully licking around Britney’s bellybutton * ignoring the gaudy bellybutton ring Britney had - before continuing even lower to her pelvic region. Britney had some light brownish-blonde pubic hairs that were neatly trimmed into a thin line above her pussy. Heather lightly teased them with her tongue and lips, pulling on them slightly and licking around them.
"Ooh," Britney moaned. "Gawd, sweetie, you’re so damn good. Can you, y’know, enter me now? With your tongue?"
Heather giggled. Neither she nor Britney really knew how lesbians communicated what they wanted their partners to do. Heather remembered her first few times with Eric * they had frequently not known what the other person had wanted to call something. He had used every possible word other than "pussy" before she finally told him he could call it that * as long as he never called it a "beaver den" again.
"I’d love to taste your pussy, Britney," Heather said as she licked down to the entrance of Britney Spears’ most private area. If Heather had taken the time to think of her situation, she would have realized that she was in a position millions of men and probably half as many women would have killed to be in. She was about to lick the pussy of the single most fantasized about celebrity of the moment * and she wasn’t even a lesbian!
Britney’s cunt lips were all puffed up, and sickened with her own juices from her masturbatory activities earlier in the evening, but the heat rolling off it now was clearly because of Heather’s touch along the pop star’s naked body. Prying open the lips gently, Heather saw Britney’s clit sticking out at the top. It wasn’t as big as Heather’s clit got when Eric fingered her, but it was still rather impressive, and Heather was more than willing to see if it would get any bigger.
Sticking out her tongue, Heather brought it down onto Britney’s clit carefully, not sure what she would taste like. Heather had never even tasted herself, and had never expected to taste another woman in her life. She was prepared to find the taste unbearable. She was happily surprised to find that it didn’t taste that bad at all * it wasn’t chocolate or sugar flavored, but it wasn’t as bitter or sour as she expected. She slowly started to circle Britney’s clit with her tongue, as gently as she could while spreading some of her own saliva around to lubricate the area more.
"Mmmmm!" Britney mumbled. "That’s SOOO nice, babe." Heather paid no attention as she slowly started to increase her speed over the clit, feeling it swell up a little bit as she did so. Britney pushed her ass up in order to bring her pussy closer to Heather’s face, and Heather rewarded her with an extra hard lick right over the little "hot button."
"Oh, GAWD!" Britney said, her accent getting deeper as she got lustier. "D-don’t stop that!"
"I’m not stopping," Heather said, before quickly returning to licking Britney’s clit. The superstar moaned and writhed with each twist of Heather’s tongue, and soon Britney Spears was covered in a fine layer of sweat. Heather looked up at Britney’s face, and saw the singer had her eyes closed, mouth open, and a look of utter contentment over it.
"You’re too damn good at that!" Britney said as she realized that Heather had stopped. "Are y’sure you’re not a lesbian?"
"Not until right now, Britney," Heather said, taking one of her fingers on her left hand and slowly working it into Britney’s pussy.
"OHMIGAWD!" Britney exclaimed. Heather could imagine the sensations flooding Britney’s lower half right now. She remembered the first time Eric had done this to her, and how she had a hard time not coming right on his finger.
Britney didn’t wait. She climaxed right there, her body convulsing up and down as Heather tried to move her finger in a way that would bring even more pleasure to the singer. Britney moaned something unintelligible as she came, and after fifteen or twenty seconds, she calmed down onto the bed with a sigh of pure delight.
"That had to be one of the best orgasm’s I’ve ever had," she said to Heather, her eyes aglow with the after affects of her orgasm. "I never knew it could be like this!"
"We aren’t done yet," Heather said, getting up. She was still clad only in the thong she’d "borrowed" from Britney as she walked over to the CD player and started Christina Aguilera going again. Heather turned back towards Britney, climbed onto the bed and kissed the pop star.
"We’re going to do everything you’ve ever wanted to do to Christina," Heather said with a wicked grin on her face. "And then we’re going to go further. I’ve got all night, Britney. How about you?"
Britney answered by grabbing Heather’s hair and pulling the other girl to her face. They kissed, in a rather sloppy, hurried way, as each was eager to get to the more sensual activities. Britney’s hands quickly found Heather’s breasts, while Heather’s reached behind the pop songstress and grabbed her ass. Heather pulled Britney closer to her, until their breasts met each other and the maid could feel the fullness of the pop star’s tits.
"Gawd, I want to fuck you," Britney said as she reached for the thong Heather was wearing.
But Heather batted her hand away playfully. "Uh, uh, Britney. As an idol to millions of little girls everywhere, you shouldn’t be using that kind of language." Heather kissed Britney again and forced the other woman back onto the bed. She then stood up and pushed aside the thin red fabric that covered her own pussy.
"Oh, I want to taste you!" Britney said, reaching up for Heather’s hands. Taking them, Heather allowed Britney to lower her down until her crotch was right over the singer’s face. Heather had never been licked while sitting like this. Her legs and Eric’s head had never quite fit right, so he had always had her lie down on her back when he licked her. But Britney’s head fit perfectly between Heather’s thighs, and as the superstar started to lap at the maid’s clit, Heather felt her entire body begin to writhe in passionate ecstasy.
"This * this is so much better than I expected," Heather managed to say as Britney let up long enough to breathe a few breaths. "Stick your fingers in me," Heather said as she pulled off her. "I want to feel you inside me!"
"I’ve always wanted to finger Christina’s ass while I licked her pussy," Britney said as she pushed Heather down onto the bed. Pulling the thong aside, Britney started to lick Heather’s clit while running her fingers along the outer area of Heather’s pussy lips, lubricating them.
"Stick them in!" Heather demanded, one of her hands holding Britney to her clit. The singer did as she was told and Heather climaxed right there, squirting out girl cum all over Britney’s face. The star let Heather calm down for a second before starting to lick again, her left forefinger having never left the other girl’s ass.
Britney started off slowly, licking in circles around Heather’s clit while slowly pulling her finger in and out of the other girl’s anus. But she quickly started to increase her pace, until Heather was panting heavily again.
"Ohmigod, Britney, please, please, HARDER!" Heather screamed as Britney ran her finger faster and faster through Heather’s ass. Britney followed orders well, ramming even harder than she was before, and bringing Heather even closer to yet another orgasm. Heather had, thanks to Eric’s healthy sexual appetite, experienced multiple orgasms in a night before, but never more than two. She’d already lost count tonight of how many she’d had, including masturbation, and now Britney was working hard to bring her to another.
And the pop star didn’t disappoint. Britney stuck her finger into Heather’s pussy at the exact moment she added a second to Heather’s ass. The young maid came so hard she actually blacked out right there.
No matter how many orgasms she’d have the rest of her life Heather would never forget the night she blacked out twice thanks to Britney Spears.
She awoke a short time later with Britney playing absentmindedly with her pubic hairs. The "borrowed" thong was still around Heather’s waist, but it was so pulled aside as to leave nothing left that Britney couldn’t see with just a casual glance. Christina Aguilera’s "Somebody’s Somebody" was playing in the CD player, and the whole room smelled of sex.
Heather loved it all.
"That was so good, Britney," Heather said.
"Well, the night’s not over yet," Britney said.
"Good," Heather said. "What’s next? What’ve you always wanted to do to Christina?" Heather asked, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better look at the young singing sensation in all her naked glory.
Britney smiled a wicked smile and held up her big red vibrator. "This is next," Britney said, pushing Heather back down. "And when I’m done with you, you can use it on me."
"Then let’s get me off in a hurry," Heather said, a huge smile across her face. "I’d hate to think of you doing all this for me without getting any in return."
"Aw, sweetheart, I’ll be getting plenty in return all night long. Trust me."
Heather was hard pressed to deny that, as the massive sex session between the two young women continued for quite some time. Both ended up taking the vibrator up their asses, and a twenty minute "69" session led the two of them to fall asleep in each other’s arms. When she awoke the next morning, Heather saw that Britney was already getting dressed.
"I’m glad you’re awake," Britney said, as she threw on a pair of short-shorts over a new, teal blue thong. "I wanted to get your number before I left."
Heather blinked. "What for? I’m going to keep your secrets."
"And I’m going to keep yours, Heather," Britney said. "I want your number so that the next time I’m in town, I can be sure you and I end up in bed together."
Heather felt her jaw drop. "You want to do me again sometime?"
"Sure," Britney said, zipping up her shorts. Staring at her long tan legs gave Heather’s crotch another twinge. "I’m not looking for a full-on romantic relationship, but I’d love for us to be sex partners."
Uh, yeah, I guess," said Heather. She took a pencil and a small piece of paper from the bed stand and wrote down her name and number. "You know, I’ve got a boyfriend and..."
Britney held up her arm. "Don’t say any more. I don’t want to know. We’re sex buddies, Heather. No more than that. I’m not looking to break up your relationship. Heck, maybe next time your boyfriend could join us.
Heather smiled as she got out of bed. "Yes," she said, thinking to how big a fan of Britney Eric was * in his own, male minded way. "I think he’d like that a lot."
Heather walked out of that room an hour later, having showered, gotten dressed, and kissed Britney goodbye. Her head would swim with thoughts of her sexuality, her desires, her lusts, and her life in general, and what she would do about it. She wasn’t sure how she’d come to terms with this new discovery of a lesbian side, but she knew that she liked it.
And worse come to worse, she had the signed thong worn by Britney Spears clenched tightly in the cheeks of her ass as she headed home from the Hotel, a simple reminder that the entire night HAD happened. She knew that if Eric wasn’t up to it, she’d be masturbating with the thong on and Britney Spear’s latest CD playing in the background by nightfall. The last time she’d masturbated, she’d ended up sleeping with Britney Spears. Who knew what would happen this time?