I’m a teen pop star and a professional virgin. The Doris Day of the hip-hop generation. I’ve made a lot of good publicity by my announcement that I’m not having sex until I get married to the right guy. Of course my chances of meeting the right guy are almost nil since I’m not interested in men at all. I would rather be fed to the lions than to have one grunting on top of me. I tried to get there but it didn’t work.
There I was, lying in bed with that boy band singer trying to be hot, writhing and groping and nothing was happening for me. I don’t think it was happening for him either. That’s what you get for going to bed with a guy who is more of a femme than you are. Even if he was straight how are we supposed to get hot if I can’t touch his hair? It didn’t work for me. It’s not supposed to be this way. I’m a very hot woman. I’m tall, very naturally blond, with a slender body, long legs and big tits.
On top of that I’m famous and lots of men jerk off to my image every minute of every day everywhere on earth. Or so I’ve been told by my fan mail. So sooner or later some guy that was attracted to me, that I was attracted to, would have made an effort to find me so that we could hook up. But so far nothing has shown up on my radar. I’ve met all kinds of men, rich ones, poor ones, handsome, ugly, built, skinny, fat, black, white, Asian, Latino, and Martian. None of them do anything for me. I was wondering what was wrong with me.
Making it more difficult is it is hard to meet the right guy with all the security around me. I can’t even go to the bathroom alone. I am never without a security guard because there are so many whack jobs that want to fuck me or worse. They write about it in graphic detail and send it to me. I don’t know what they expect me to do with it. It’s scary.
Stacy has been assigned to me to keep me safe. She’s heavy security in a discreet package. She’s not supposed to look like security. She’s also a good friend. It’s nice that we can get along like girlfriends and gossip, shop, talk and laugh at guys because she has to be with me 24 hours a day.
We’re complete opposites. She’s tall and lean with long legs. She has nice tits, but they aren’t big, they are pert and well formed. And she wears her brunette hair short, no fuss. She jumps out of the shower and she’s ready to go. Most nights she sleeps in my hotel suite with me. Like I say she provides 24 hour a day security. Last night though, I got something more than security.
I had twisted my back during the show and it was really painful and tight like a Charlie horse. I tried having a few drinks too many in order to relax but that didn’t work and I got very drunk instead. I didn’t want to go to a doctor though; I thought that if I could just get comfortable and fall asleep it would be all right.
Stacy carried me into my hotel suite and laid me on my bed. I couldn’t even reach around to unzip my dress so Stacy pulled my zipper down and lifted my dress off of me. Then she unhooked my bra, freeing my big boobs to bounce out of my bra. Finally she pulled off my panties. I lay naked in bed writhing in pain. “I’m going to give you a massage and try to work that kink out of your back,” she said. Stacy undressed completely and rolled me on my stomach in bed. She put some vanilla scented massage oil on her hands and started massaging my neck and scalp running her fingers through my tousled blond hair. “Ohhhhh, that feels sooo good” I moaned. Her warm fingers started moving around my shoulders, down to the small of my back, and up again to my shoulders and out my arms.
All the tight muscles melted in her hands and I started to float above the bed as my entire body tingled. Her hands moved down to my ass, ran over the creamy orbs in a circular motion, and traveled down my legs releasing the tight hamstrings and calves to my feet and ankles. I hadn’t realized how much my feet and ankles hurt from those high heels until her knowing fingers flexed my tiny feet. Stacy turned me over on my back and started working up again flexing my thighs and massaging my stomach and my breasts and all of the pain left my body. I reached up and kissed her soft lips. I didn’t think about it I just did it. She tasted so luscious and our wet tongues danced with each other. I cupped her breasts in my hands and started licking her areolas and her nipples hardened in my mouth.
Her fingers found her way into my pussy and started exploring my private space. She was the first person to enter me and the feeling was exquisite. Electric shocks of pleasure coursed through my body. We twisted around into a sixty-nine position and we began eating each other out. I had never done that before so I was surprised how naturally it came to me. It didn’t seem as though I could do it wrong.
I licked the perimeter of her shaved pussy in a circular motion going deeper into her pussy with each pass until my tongue was buried deep in her snatch and I found her clitoris sticking up and pointing at me. I swerved my tongue over it and tongue danced with the bulb while she licked my clit simultaneously and all of sudden her thighs tensed up “Ohhhhh, my Gawd, please Ohhhhh, I’m coming” Stacy screamed and my faced was suddenly covered in her sticky juices and it happened to me. It had never happened to me before. I was coming. I was letting go. This rush of pleasure rose from the marrow of my bones through my toes up from my legs and hands and out my clitoris and “My God, I’m coming too. Ohhhhh Stacy do it to me!” and I came over and over and over again as she came again and again all over me and we collapsed on the bed. Oh, baby, one more time.