Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 10:31:12 -0400
From: kmb2476@aol.com
Subject: Harem 16 Part 3

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       Scotty Taylor was muttering to himself as he tried to get another
cup of coffee from the magazine's break room.  He couldn't quite get it to
work, but that was more because of his absolute and total lack of sleep
than any lack of coffee making skill.  He kept pressing buttons, but
nothing would come out.

       "Dude, you have to put the freakin coffee beans in first," Horatio
sighed.  Scotty had completely ignored his advice to go home and insisted
on staying until he could figure out where the meeting place was for the
lesbian celebrity conspirators to plan their strategy.

       "Yeah...yeah...yeah...beans...gotta put beans in," Scotty muttered
as two women walked into the break room.

       "Hey Sandy.  Hey Moira," Horatio said with a friendly wave.

       "Hey Horatio," the two women said as one to him as they completely
ignored Scotty.

       "Oh hey, Horatio, wait'll you hear this," Moira said.  "Sandy's got
the juiciest gossip."

       "Oh really?  Well then do tell," Horatio said.  "What's the scoop?"

       "Well a friend of a friend's cousin who's my hair stylist's roommate
said she has a boyfriend who works for FedEx," Sandy said.  "And he claims
that he delivers packages to that huge mansion out in Malibu.  You know the
one that used to be the brothel for Madame Steff?"

       "Sort of, I remember the story when it happened," Horatio replied.

       "Well he says that when he goes to deliver packages there there's
always this French girl that signs for them," Sandy continued.  "She's like
the maid or something and he swears that last time he was there this French
girl answered the door totally naked and not only that she wasn't alone.
He said Christina Aguilera was there too and she was naked and so was
Jessica Alba!"

       "What?  That's crazy!" Horatio laughed as Scotty's ears perked up.
"He's making that shit up.  No way is that true."

       "Well that's what he said," Sandy laughed along with him.  "He said
the French girl slammed the door in his face before he could get a better
look but he swears its true and says the package he delivered was from some
exclusive sex toy boutique in London and ..."

       But that was all Sandy got out before Scotty grabbed her.

       "This mansion!  Where is it?  WHERE IS IT?"  Scotty demanded
forcefully as he saw the key piece of the lesbian celebrity conspiracy
falling into place.

       "It's in Malibu!" Sandy replied in horror, while trying to pull away
from the reporter's tight grip on her arms.  "Get off me you freak!"

       Horatio pulled Scotty away as Sandy and Moira both ran off fearing
for their safety at the hands of their bonkers colleague.

       "Horatio!  Don't you see?" Scotty declared gleefully.  "That's where
they meet!  THAT'S WHERE THE CELEBRITY LESBIAN CONSPIRACY MEETS!!  I'VE GOT
THEM NOW!!  I'VE JUST GOT TO FIND WHICH MANSION AND I'LL SEARCH EVERY DAMN
ONE IN MALIBU UNTIL I FIND IT!!!"

       With that Scotty was gone, tearing down the hall, leaving a beanless
coffee pot and a very confused photographer behind.

* * * * *

       Rose sort of tried to listen as her lawyer droned on but it was so
hard.  He was going on and on about pretrial motions and continuances and
discovery and all Rose could think about was how she still had the taste of
Rachel and Mischa on her lips and how she couldn't wait to get home and
tell her housemates all about what had happened to her that morning.  She
knew they'd love the story, especially if she was able to pry the two
co-stars off each other long enough to get them to visit the mansion.

       Both Rachel and Mischa clearly desperately needed a deep dicking
from Mr. Snappy.  Rose could see that and she would have been more than
happy to give it to them, particularly if her housemates were watching and
seeing how she had made the O.C. stars into her personal little sluts.
Mmmm that would have been exquisite and Rose squeezed her legs together as
the pleasure tickled through her body at the mere thought of turning
fantasy into reality.

       "Rose?  Are you paying attention to me?" Jason demanded.

       "Sure Jason," Rose replied dreamily, showing that her mind was
obviously elsewhere.

       "Rose, I need you to focus," Jason sighed.  "This is serious.  I..."

       But before Jason could continue his lecture, the door to his office
suddenly flew open.

       "I'm sorry Mr. Thorne, I told her no interruptions, but she wouldn't
listen," Jason's secretary said before another woman brushed past her.  The
other woman looked like a force to be reckoned with and she had laser type
focus in her eyes on whatever task had brought her here.  Rose couldn't
help but notice Jason took a reflexive flinch backwards when she walked in.
Clearly he knew this woman very well.

       "Jason I had to see you," the woman declared frantically.  "It's an
emergency!"

       "Bianca, I'm with a client," Jason said as he waved his hand toward
Rose.  "We can talk when I get home.  Or when I'm done here.  Or anytime
but now.  You can't just burst in here when I'm meeting with clients."

       "But this is important!" Bianca insisted.  The blonde had Type-A
personality written all over her and Rose could see she was used to getting
her way.

       "Fine, what is it?" Jason relented, wanting to avoid an even bigger
fight.

       "The shop just called and they say we can't have the china pattern I
want for the plates in time for the reception and the only kind we can have
by then doesn't go with the flowers I picked, and the flowers match the
room so perfectly," Bianca said as she ran through a list of wedding
concerns.  "I asked the club if we could repaint the walls there so they
match new flowers that go with the plates but they wouldn't let me.  And
then Mummy and Daddy started yelling at them and they still wouldn't budge.
Daddy said he'd pay extra and they still won't do it.  Then he tried to pay
extra to get the china pattern and they said they'd already promised the
last set to another couple and even though Daddy told them who we are they
won't cooperate either.  Why won't they just do what we want?  Don't they
realize this day has to be absolutely perfect?  Then we had to rearrange
the seating charts because Mummy said the Capwells don't want to sit near
the Rockfords so we had to move your friends to a table in the back."

       "But...but..." Jason tried to object to the change of placement for
his friends' table, only to be completely steamrolled.

       "And then we had to move the back table up to the side, but that
throws the whole balance off for the entire room," Bianca continued to
prattle on until she finally brought it all in for a landing.  "It's all a
disaster.  The wedding is ruined."

       Jason was about to tell his high strung fiancée that the wedding was
not ruined and whatever the problem was it would be fixed, but before he
could Rose opened her mouth first.

       "Maybe you two should just elope or something," Rose suggested.
"Getting married can't be worth all that shit."

       "Excuse me?  Was anyone speaking to you?" Bianca shot back at Rose,
taking the actress aback with the unexpected snideness.  "We wouldn't even
be in this situation if Jason was spending more time at home helping with
the wedding and less time with you."

       Rose had seen this type of girl before.  High strung to the point of
snapping.  And it wasn't hard for her to see why Bianca was so angry.  It
was clear from the look she had just gotten from the blonde that she was
jealous of Jason being with her.  Hmmm if only you knew that I'd be more
likely to fuck you honey than him, Rose thought to herself as she eyed
Bianca up and down.

       For a bitch she was pretty hot.  Her blonde hair tied back in a bun
and a skirt and blouse wrapped around her body like she was afraid to show
any skin at all.  This girl was definitely spoiled rotten.  A real
princess.  She was probably a pretty sexy princess though if someone got
rid of the pole up her ass.

       Rose had dealt with repressed girls like this before and she could
easily tell that what this girl needed more than anything was a good pussy
licking.  But with the attitude she had just gotten from her, Rose wasn't
inclined to give her that.  Instead she chose to have some more fun.

       "Awwww but I can't help it," Rose said, getting up from her chair
and walking behind Jason's desk, making sure her tits were thrust forward
and her ass was giving a sexy shake as she walked.  "Jason's so cute I
can't stop wanting to be close to him whenever I'm around him.  I just
can't keep my hands off him."

       Rose then walked behind her lawyer and began massaging his
shoulders.  Wow, he's tense, Rose thought to herself.  Jason must not be
getting much at home.  This girl has probably never sucked a cock in her
life.  Poor boy.  No wonder he was always so nervous and on edge.

       Of course Rose wasn't really interested in Jason.  Sure he was kind
of hot...for a guy.  But Rose wasn't attracted to him.  She was just doing
this to stoke the fires of Bianca's obvious jealousy toward her.  She
rubbed the young lawyer's shoulders and then softly rustled her hand
through his perfectly styled brown hair.

       "Rose, what the hell are you doing?" Jason demanded, but Rose
couldn't help but notice he wasn't exactly pulling away from her touch.

       You like me touching you, don't you Jason, Rose thought to herself.
Your poor dick must be freezing off every night sleeping in the same bed
with the ice princess.  You need yourself a real woman, don't you?  Too bad
I don't do guys anymore.  I might have thrown you a charity fuck or
something.

       "Get your hands off my fiancée!" Bianca snarled, pushing Rose
roughly off Jason.

       "Ooooh kitten has claws," Rose grinned.  "I can get rough too
princess, but you would never be able to handle me.  Mmmm I'd break you in
half before you even had a chance to know what hit you."

       "Jason are you going to just sit there and talk to me like that?"
Bianca demanded.  She was obviously quite used to getting her way and Rose
was already thinking about the exquisite fun it would be to drag her back
into the mansion and break her bitchy spirit, turning this spoiled princess
into a horny, cum craving whore willing to do anything she was commanded
for another taste of pussy.

       "Rose sit down!" Jason said.  "You two stop this right now.  I have
work that needs to be done and I can't talk about the wedding right now
Bianca.  We'll discuss this at home."

       "We're going to be discussing a lot of things at home Jason!" Bianca
shot back before storming out of the office in a huff.

       "Thanks a lot for that," Jason sighed.  "You really helped me out
there Rose."

       "Hey I can't help it if princess is a tight ass," Rose said with a
dismissive shrug of her shoulders.  "She needs to loosen up.  You both do.
Seriously.  You're way too tense Jason.  You need to get yourself laid and
not by princess there.  You need a real fucking woman."

       "Bianca is the only woman I want or need, thank you," Jason said.
"And I will loosen up as soon as this is over.  If I don't have time to
relax it's because I'm too busy trying to keep you out of jail.  This is
serious and I need you to focus.  We don't have time to fool around."

       "Yeah I gotta get back home anyway," Rose said, standing up and
grabbing her bag.  "I'm probably missing a lot of fun by being here.  But
it was real Jason.  We have to do this again sometime soon."

       "Rose, please sit down," Jason urged.  "We have to discuss the..."

       "We can do it later," Rose interrupted.  "I've got things to do
today.  I can't waste my whole day here."

       "But Rose we need to," Jason began stammering before stopping
himself.  "You can't just expect you'll be acquitted because you're famous.
You have to take this seriously."

       "No I don't, that's what I pay you for," Rose said with a smirk.
"The only thing I have to do right now is go home.  L.A. can't convict
anyone even if they've got bloody gloves or video tapes.  You think they're
gonna all of a sudden turn competent when they're up against me?  There's
no way they're gonna send me to jail.  I'm out of here.  I'll see you later
Jason."

       "Rose..." Jason said, trying in vain to get the actress' attention
as she started to walk toward the door.  She was really going to do it.
She was going to leave without them ever discussing the case.  How was he
supposed to work like this?  Finally he just couldn't take it anymore.

       "Rose!  Goddamnit!  The jury is going to find out you killed
someone!" Jason snapped.  That froze Rose as she was reaching for the door
and she turned around with an intense look of fury in her eyes as if he'd
just called her a stupid cunt right to her face.

       "Those records are sealed," Rose said, trying to control herself.
She told herself to breathe gently, but it was impossible to keep her heart
from pounding in her chest.

       "Well the prosecution is going to try and unseal them," Jason said.
"And I think they have a real chance to do it.  They're going to argue that
when you blinded this guy it's just another example of prior criminal
behavior.  They're going to say you've done worse before and you would have
killed this guy too if you'd been able to."

       "They can't unseal them," Rose's blood turning ice cold with fear.
"They can't.  They're supposed to be sealed."

       "Sit down Rose," Jason said, calming down.  "Please.  We need to
talk about the case.  I'm going to do everything I can to keep those
records sealed, but I don't know if I can.  The prosecution knows
everything about what happened in Portland.  They know what you did to that
guy.  They know what you did to his girlfriend."

       "It was self defense...I...they...I couldn't let them..." Rose
stammered.  "I had to do it."

       Jason thought to himself this was the first time he had ever seen
the girl not be cocky and poised since the first night he had met her.  The
night of her arrest.  That night she'd been a practical zombie.  But now
for the first time he saw fear in her eyes.  No fear was too weak a
word. It was terror he saw in the actress.

       "I believe you Rose," Jason said as Rose took her seat back.  "I
looked at the file.  I know why you did what you did and I know why the
judge sealed the records.  But the judge here might not be so
understanding.  The prosecution will say you're crazy.  They'll say you're
violent.  They'll say you're out of control and if the jury finds out what
happened in Portland then I might not be able to keep you out of jail."

       But Rose didn't give a damn about any jury finding out.  She just
didn't want her friends to know what had happened.  Ever.  That was all she
cared about.  That was all that mattered.

       "They can't know...not ever," Rose said, her breathing shallow and
labored.

       "I'll do everything I can to keep those records from getting into
open court," Jason promised, thinking Rose meant the jury.  "But I need
your help.  I need you to work with me.  We need to focus on this.  Rose,
we could be weeks away from a trial here.  This is the last major pretrial
issue to be decided.  We need to work together."

       "Please Jason, please just don't let them find out," Rose pleaded,
her attention finally firmly locked on the trial that awaited her.  "They
can't know.  They can't know what a fucking freak I really am.  They can't
know I'm crazy."

       "Rose you're not crazy and you're no freak," Jason assured the girl.
"I know why you did what you did in Portland and I know why you did this
here.  I'm going to do everything I can to protect you.  But we need to do
this.  We need to do it now."

       "Ok Jason," Rose agreed, the attitude and fight gone from her
demeanor.  "Anything you say."

       An hour later, Rose emerged from Jason's office feeling completely
drained.  She had gone over everything with him...down to the last detail
about what had happened that night at the concert, why she felt she had to
protect Love.  She had even gone into what had happened in Portland, at
least what she remembered from it.  It had all been so traumatic that her
memory was still a bit hazy on it.

       It had been so long since she had relived that night...the terror
she felt...the rage...and then the horror of seeing what she'd done.  The
feel of the pipe in her grasp.  The look of the blood all over her hands.

       No one knew the truth about what had happened that night except for
the Portland police, the judge and Chloe, who had been by her side every
step of the way.  And of course Jaime.  She knew everything too and had
used it as a weapon on her.  But Rose didn't tell anything about her to
Jason.  Attorney/client confidentiality was nothing to protect Rose from
the shame she felt over submitting to her.

       Rose felt like she had emptied her guts to Jason, but this was only
the beginning.  He had made her promise they'd have regular meetings to go
over every step of the case and Rose had found herself agreeing, without
any attitude or resistance.

       Before now she hadn't wanted to face up to what could happen.  That
she'd have to go to trial for protecting Love and blinding that bastard.
That she'd have to go to jail.  But losing her career and going to prison
was nothing compared to the fear Rose felt that the trial would force the
revelation of what she had done in Portland and she'd lose her friends
because of it.

       Rose couldn't lose them.  She needed them.  She didn't think she'd
be able to live without her housemates.  To see them look at her with fear
and back away from her when they knew how sick she truly was would have
been too much for her to bear.  Chloe had told her again and again that her
housemates wouldn't turn on her, that they'd stay by her side like she had,
but Rose was too scared that she was wrong to risk it.

       Jason had to help her.  He had to keep her secret.  He just had to.

       This was so much for Rose to take on all at once.  After months of
ignoring her case and trying not to think about it, to have her fall on her
like this had her on the verge of tears.  She'd managed to keep herself
composed in Jason's office, but as she walked out she felt the tears start
to slip out.  Rose tried to keep it together, at least until she got to her
car, but she was losing that battle until suddenly she was distracted.

       "Rose!" a voice called out.

       She started to ignore it and keep walking, but the voice was
insistent.

       "Rose!" the girl called out again.  Rose knew she had heard the
voice before but she didn't recognize it until she turned around and saw
Natalie Portman running toward her in the building's lobby.

       "I thought that was you," Natalie said, catching up to Rose and
trying to get her breath back in the process.  "At least I was hoping it
was you."

       Natalie then smiled and, even as upset as she was, Rose couldn't
help but respond to the power of one of the most beautiful smiles she had
ever seen.  She found herself smiling back as she eyed Natalie.  If there
ever was a quick and easy cure for having a heavy burden crushing down on
you, it was staring at Natalie's pristine beauty.

       Since she and Natalie had both been enthusiastic participants in the
orgy in Jamaica, Rose wasn't shy about staring at Natalie.  They hadn't had
a chance to play that day, but Natalie had visited the mansion a few times
since and Rose had made sure to her tongue had become intimately acquainted
with the younger actress' pinkest parts.

       Even in the state she was in, Rose couldn't help but give Natalie a
heated once over and the girl began to blush, all without losing her smile
when she noticed it.  She knew what Rose was thinking and she liked it.
She was thinking the same things.

       "Ummm what are you doing here?" Rose asked, trying to think of
anything to say to keep Natalie from seeing the state she was in.  She just
hoped she could hide it.

       "My entertainment lawyer is at this firm," Natalie explained.  "I
just got out of a meeting with him.  Just some contract stuff."

       Natalie felt herself about to go prattling on.  It was a nervous
habit she had when she was shy about saying what she really wanted.
Natalie cursed this shyness about herself.

       She was never shy when it came to talking about politics or religion
or any other passionate topics of debate which could easily end up with her
and someone else locking hands around each other's throat, but she couldn't
find the courage to say why she was so happy to see Rose.  She couldn't
find the words to say that she desperately wanted Rose to invite her back
to Malibu with her so she could get herself fucked silly.

       From the first time Natalie had been at the mansion she had known
she had found her little place in the universe where she would always have
peace and ecstasy.  She had been struggling with her feelings for other
girls since the night her limo ride with Kirsten Dunst had ended up with
the two of them getting naked as they and Eliza Dushku explored every inch
of each other's bodies.  Natalie had never been with a girl until that
night and Kirsten and Eliza had blown her mind and left her thrilled and
confused all at once.

       She had been thrilled because who wouldn't have been after an
endless night of orgasms. But she had also been confused because of the
power of her new feelings.  She had never dreamed she would be into other
women and love fucking them as much as she did, but Natalie couldn't deny
how it made her feel.  She loved how being with girls freed her from her
inhibitions and how it made her feel so primal and sexual, like she was
completely out of her mind with wicked, hedonistic lust.

       Natalie hadn't know how to deal with these feelings at first.  She
had tried to bury them, but that had only made them stronger.  Then she had
begun tentative explorations of them and while that had been fun it was
only when Britney brought her to Malibu did Natalie feel like she could
come to terms with her feelings.

       Here was a place filled with girls just like her.  It was a place
for her to let her desires run free with no shame and no regret.  There was
no judgement there and she could do the things that people never would have
expected Natalie Portman to ever crave.

       Her only problem was that each visit left her wanting another.
Natalie wasn't presumptuous enough to just invite herself over and that
meant waiting.  Waiting for a phone call from her friends at the mansion or
any chance encounter like this and hoping it would lead to them saying sure
she could visit and stay all night and live out every dirty fantasy her
mind liked to dream up on those nights when she'd stare up at the ceiling
and know she would only be able to sleep after feverishly rubbing herself
to orgasm.

       Natalie had been babbling on and not letting Rose get a word in
edgewise as she'd thought all this through in her head.  Hell, even she
wasn't listening to what she was saying.  Words were flying past her lips,
but Natalie's conscious mind really had no idea what they were.  It was
only when she forced herself to make eye contact with Rose that she
stopped.

       "Rose?  Are you ok?" Natalie suddenly asked.  She was mortified on
the inside.  How could she be so selfish?  She was so wrapped up in trying
to latch her way to Malibu that she didn't even see Rose looked like she
was about to lose it at any second.

       "Yeah, I'm fine," Rose claimed, brushing aside Natalie's sudden
concerns while internally kicking herself for not doing a better job of
hiding her emotions.

       "You look like you've been crying," Natalie said, feeling about two
inches tall for focusing only on herself when a girl she considered a
friend was so obviously in distress.  "Are you sure you're ok?"

       "Me?  Crying?  No way, you know me Nat," Rose said, forcing a
smile. "What could I have to cry over?  I'm fine.  Really.  I'm not the
crying type."

       Natalie didn't need her Harvard education to know Rose was lying.
Her eyes were pink and hiding tears was nearly impossible.  She just
couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it earlier.  Natalie began putting the
pieces together.  Rose was obviously seeing her lawyer here.  She still had
that criminal case hanging over her head.  Something bad must have
happened.  But what?

       Natalie didn't know what to do.  Should she press Rose for more
information?  She obviously didn't want to talk about it if she was going
to lie so blatantly.  Natalie wondered if she should pry.  Were she and
Rose close enough for her to do that?  Would Rose open up to her?  Rose had
always seemed so strong and infallible, like nothing could touch her that
Natalie didn't know how to react to seeing a vulnerable side of her.

       Luckily, Rose took her off the hook before Natalie agonized over
this any longer.

       "You know I was just headed back home," Rose said.  "Any chance you
want to tag along with me?"

       Rose didn't offer this just to distract Natalie from prying into the
source of her tears.  Sure she didn't want to share what had happened with
anyone, much less with a girl who she liked and all, but didn't really know
very well, but Rose also saw a perfect opportunity to cheer herself up.

       Whenever she had been down or scared, indulging in the sins of the
female flesh had been the ultimate pick me up.  What better way to forget
about her troubles than to bring Natalie home for her and her housemates to
share?

       Rose wasn't so lost in her worry that she didn't know she wasn't
going to help herself by agonizing over something out of her control.
Jason could handle it.  She trusted him.  She didn't always show it, but
deep down she did.  It wasn't going to make anything better by crying and
panicking when there was something much more attractive to focus on.

       The more she looked at Natalie, the more Rose imagined freeing the
younger actress of her top to suck on her beautiful small tits while
forcing her hand into her pants to rub Natalie's pussy until the girl
gasped in her arms and creamed her jeans right there in the lobby.  That
fantasy alone was sweet relief to her troubled mind and she knew it was
only going to get better if she actually got Natalie home with her.

       Natalie didn't know what to make of the sudden invitation.  It was
exactly what she was hoping for.  She had longed to hear those words from
Rose's lips since she had first spotted her in the lobby.  But was Rose
just asking her to keep from talking about her problems?  And did it really
matter if she was?

       "C'mon Nat," Rose pressed with a smile as she correctly seized on
Natalie's pensive mind.  "Don't bother your head with questions.  You know
you want to come with me.  Don't make me beg right in the middle of this
lobby to get you home with me.  Because I will."

       "I'd like to see that," Natalie replied with a little laugh.  She
couldn't picture Rose ever having to beg for anything.

       "You don't think I will?" Rose asked, taking Natalie's doubt as a
challenge and starting to lower herself like she was about to kneel down on
the floor.  She was feeling better by the second and the more she focused
on Natalie the more her fear subsided and the more her troubles seemed
further away.

       "No, no, I believe you," Natalie insisted, getting Rose to
straighten up.  "I want to.  God, I want to so bad.  You have no idea."

       "So come on," Rose said, taking Natalie's hand and tugging her
toward the door.  "We're wasting valuable sex time by just standing here."

       Natalie gasped and darted her eyes around nervously wondering if
anyone had heard that.  But her smile was back at full force.  Seeing
Rose's boldness and bluntness had her thinking nothing really was wrong.
Maybe she was just looking too much into it.  Rose did seem like herself
now and Natalie was not about to pass up what she had wanted so badly
because of doubt.

       "Take me, Rose," Natalie smiled, meaning every bit of the double
entendre as she squeezed Rose's hand.  "Let's get out of here and have some
fun."

* * * * *

       Alyson's words still hung over Sarah's head like a rain cloud hours
after they had left her lips and they triggered questions she couldn't stop
and didn't want to face.

       Was she really happy?  Normally she'd have been able to shrug those
words right off.  Of course she was happy.  She was married to the man she
loved.  Soon they'd be starting a family together.  Her career was going
great.  She had to be happy.  She had everything she had ever wanted.

       But she couldn't pretend that Alyson hadn't left an impact.  Her
morning shower play had left her longing more than ever for her friends
back in Malibu and seeing Alyson had only made it worse.  And now she found
herself wondering again if she had made the biggest mistake of her life by
leaving while also asking herself Alyson's question.  Was she happy?

       Of course she was happy, Sarah thought back as quickly as the
question wormed its way into her head.  She loved Freddie.  She had had the
wedding of her dreams.  She was happy and nothing could change that.

       Then why can't I stop thinking about what Alyson said, Sarah
wondered to herself.  And why can't I stop thinking about the mansion?  I
must just be horny or something, Sarah thought.  That had to be the reason.
It couldn't be something more.  I just have to make sure Freddie is more
tender in bed and that will cure everything.  Then Sarah knew she'd stop
thinking about the mansion and wouldn't need to pleasure herself just to
find relief.

       But if Sarah was trying to forget about the mansion, she had picked
the wrong person to meet for coffee.

       "Sarah?  Are you listening?" Reese Witherspoon asked as she gently
waved her hand in front of her friend's face.

       "Huh?" Sarah replied dreamily as she was pulled from her thoughts.
"Sure I was listening Reese.  You're right.  Simon was much meaner this
year than he's been before."

       "Sarah I stopped talking about Idol like five minutes ago," Reese
sighed.  "Something's bothering you.  What is it?"

       "It's nothing," Sarah replied.  "Just some stuff.  It's no big
deal."

       Reese knew exactly what stuff Sarah was thinking about, but she
didn't call her friend on it.  She saw Sarah so rarely these days that she
didn't want to ruin it by reopening old wounds.  Of course whenever she was
with Sarah, Reese couldn't help but think the same things that Sarah no
doubt had in her head as well.

       It had been Sarah who had first seduced her and shown her the
wonders of what girls could do each other in bed.  Reese had rejected her
friend at first and lashed out because of her own fear, but when she
allowed herself to truly see how unsatisfying her marriage had become and
how her body and soul craved something different, she opened herself up to
the pleasure of what Sarah was offering her and her life had never been the
same.

       Reese longed to be the one to help Sarah now.  She wanted to talk to
her about her marriage and she sensed Sarah wanted to talk about it too and
let loose all the emotion she had been holding back.  But Sarah had to take
the first step.  She had to be the one to reach out because Reese didn't
want to pry and give advice that wasn't asked for.  She was just worried
Sarah had condemned herself to a passionless marriage without any outlet.

       Without girls Reese felt she would have gone crazy by now.  Ryan was
so self involved and his clumsy attempts at lovemaking allowed him to think
he was a stud but left her lying there unsatisfied.  She had tried to
communicate with her husband and tell him he wasn't pleasuring her, but it
had only led to fighting and after a while Reese had just given up on ever
getting good sex out of her marriage.

       If it hadn't been for the children, Reese figured she would have
divorced Ryan years ago.  But she wanted Ava and Deacon to not come up in a
broken home, even if it meant putting her own happiness aside and staying
with Ryan.

       However the longer she stayed with Ryan, the more Reese found
herself an enthusiastic adulteress on the side.  It had started with that
first time with Sarah and it had progressed from there to her first
overnight stay at the mansion to frequent visits whenever she could escape,
with things getting wilder and hotter each time.  She had connected
sexually with old friends she had never dreamed would be into girls, like
Alyssa Milano and Jennifer Aniston, and made new friends who brought her to
dizzying heights of pleasure, like Jessica Alba and Beyonce Knowles.

       She had done so many wild things since her first time with Sarah.
She had fucked in public.  She had been in an orgy.  She had slept with
strange girls she had never before met.  She had been with a porn star for
God's sake!  Each wild thing she did was such a rush to her and it was a
completely addictive thrill.

       Reese loved taking sexual risks and shocking people who thought she
was some repressed Hollywood star who didn't like getting dirty by showing
them she was wicked and carnal and not some good wife and mommy.

       What she had done in Jamaica had been beyond anything.  Not only had
the orgy left her coated and sticky with the juices of so many beautiful
girls, but she had lived out her most forbidden fantasy by being with
another man and not just any man, but Christina Aguilera's stud of a
bodyguard.

       It had been so wrong and had felt so exquisite to have Fluffy buried
inside her, pounding away at her pussy with a ferocity and passion that
Ryan never could muster and making her feel orgasmic intensity no man had
ever before given her.  She had ached for it that night and again after
they'd gotten home.  She hadn't been able to control herself and she had
loved that the most.  She didn't want to control herself.  The pleasure was
too wonderful to try and restrain it.

       But the loss of control had come with a price this time.  While the
morning after the party had been dominated by Sarah's absence, Reese had
had a serious drama of her own, sandwiched by two bouts of intense sexual
pleasure.

       Things had started out fun enough as Reese had awoken naked and
pressing her sticky body to Fluffy's in his bed along with Gwen and
Michelle.  They were all slung over his similarly bare body like they were
desperate to hang onto him, even in dreamland.  And even though he had
fucked them all to unconsciousness, Reese loved how they had all woken up
before him, hungry for even more.

        Reese, Gwen and Michelle hadn't even had to say anything.  They had
known exactly what had to be done to their stud lover.  And so Fluffy had
awoken that morning to the wet slurping noises of Reese and Gwen sharing
his cock once again as Michelle had sucked on his balls, the three of them
determined to work another hot load out of him and then some.

       Fluffy had given it to all of them again that morning and Reese
could still remember how good it had felt to be on her hands and knees as
Fluffy pounded into her from behind while Gwen sucked and bit on his
nipples and caressed his chest and down to his ass.  And things had gotten
even hotter that morning when Michelle had pressed her pussy to her face,
feeding Reese the cum that Fluffy had just shot inside her.  Oooooh that
had been so nasty and so much fun.

       But just as the morning had brought news both sad, Sarah's
disappearance, and happy, Eliza and Kirsten's impromptu wedding, Reese had
made a discovery of her own.  Her wedding ring was missing.

       Vowing to help her, Gwen and Michelle had torn through both her room
and Fluffy's in a search for it, before Reese remembered where it was.  She
had left it downstairs in that stock room where she had first played with
Jessica.  The three girls had torn down in a frantic run to get there to
find the ring, but they were too late.  By the time they got there the ring
was gone.

       By then Reese had been in a panic.  She saw nothing but nightmares
ahead of her.  She would never be able to explain to Ryan how she had lost
her ring.  He'd find out everything.  She'd lose custody of her kids in the
divorce and the scandal would ruin her career.

       Fortunately, Gwen and Michelle had been much more level headed than
she had been and they had suggested getting someone from the hotel to help.
As Reese had tried to dry her tears, they quickly found someone...a
stunningly beautiful redhead behind the desk named Cara who the girls had
seen around the day before when they had all been having their fun.

       All three of them had sensed some definite vibes coming off Cara as
they talked to her and explained the situation, but Reese had been more
concerned with getting her ring back than any promise of sex.  She had
breathed one of the biggest sighs of relief she had ever had when Cara said
she had found the ring while cleaning up after the party and they should
all follow her.

       Reese had been able to tell that Michelle and Gwen were very
interested in finding out about what this Cara girl was like under her
uniform, but all she had cared about was getting her ring back.  Of course
if she had thought to herself if she could get both her ring and Cara's
pussy at the same time, it would have been the ultimate win-win situation
for her.

       Of course she had never expected that to actually happen.  So the
joke was on her when Cara led them back to her room at the hotel where she
lived during the busy season and had them wait outside her door for a
minute.  When she had invited them inside with a soft, giggling voice,
Reese, Gwen and Michelle had all been shocked into silence when they saw
Cara sprawled out on the bed naked and waiting for them.

       There were so many things about Cara that demanded attention.  Her
D-cup tits were both pierced, with platinum rings through both of her
nipples, and that wasn't even the most distinctive part of her body.  Her
belly button was also pierced with a chain that lead down to her similarly
pierced clit, but that was almost forgotten as the girls' horny eyes drank
in Cara's tattoo.

       A red phoenix of flame had been painted on her body, reaching all
the way up to her collarbone.  It spread out all over her torso, it's
wingspan reaching out under her tits and stretching down below all the way
to her pussy.  All three girls had marveled at how Cara's red bush had
provided the extra touch since it had been trimmed into a patch of "flame"
for the phoenix to rise up from.

       But what Reese had been stunned by the most was the fact that Cara
not only had her wedding ring, but had it dangling from the chain
connecting her belly and her clit.

       "If you want this ring so badly, you naughty girls, then you have to
come and get it," Cara had mischievously stated and the three of them had
been on her in a second.

       What had been a panic had ended in pleasure for Reese and she could
still remember every detail of how she and her friends had thanked Cara for
her help by sucking on each and every one of her multiple piercings and how
she and Michelle had traced their tongues over her phoenix tattoo in
worshipful tribute as Gwen had rubbed her dripping pussy against Cara's
huge tits.

       Of course they had all taken turns eating Cara out and fucking
themselves against her face.  The girl had had an amazing tongue.  It had
been almost three inches long and had felt so good in their slippery, pink
cunts, licking all three of them wildly and wetly as they had all cooed for
more.

       And even better, Cara had not only happily given Reese back her
ring, she had offered them her services as a masseuse.  Cara took great
pride in her massage technique and she had proved it and then some by
massaging young Michelle into an aroused frenzy and then finishing her off
with another tongue lashing.

       But the amount of pleasure she had gotten from Cara couldn't get
Reese's mind over the major scare she had just had over her missing ring.

       At first Reese had told herself this was a sign.  Losing her ring
was a wake up call that she should calm down and focus on her marriage by
putting her cheating ways aside.  But Reese couldn't help it.

       Her vow to be true to Ryan had lasted only as long as the next
morning when Julie, her nanny, had come to help with Ava and Deacon.  It
had taken Reese only one glimpse of the sexy girl in the tight jeans she
always wore to inspire her to grab the young nanny by the hand and drag her
to the bedroom so she could fuck her ass with a strap on, yanking Julie's
hair and making the beautiful and oh so submissive girl howl like a whore
while she took her.

       And then came Oscar night.  After her win for best actress, Reese
had thought she would celebrate with her husband.  But he had seemed more
focused on Crash winning best picture than her accomplishments and making
sure he was acknowledged for his contributions to the film.  They had
fought and Reese had fled the Vanity Fair party in tears as Ryan stayed
behind without giving her a second thought.

       But luckily comfort had been nearby.  Jennifer Aniston, Jessica Alba
and Jennifer Garner had all been presenters that night and they had only
been too happy to share a limo with Reese back to Malibu.  And it had been
an amazing limo ride too, as their expensive Oscar dresses ended up on the
floor of the car and her friends congratulated Reese for her win the best
way they knew how.

       It had been months now since that amazing night and Reese still
blushed with giddy arousal every time she saw her gold award statue and
remembered what they had done to each other with it during their orgasmic
limo ride.

       Reese knew now that she could never give up girls.  Ryan just
couldn't satisfy the urges she felt inside her.  And now she saw Sarah
trying to do it and Reese didn't even have to wonder if it was doomed to
failure or not.  There was no way Sarah could hold out.  After all Sarah
was the one who had put these desires in her in the first place.  If she
couldn't hold out, then how could Sarah?

       Reese so badly wanted to tell all this to Sarah and get her to join
the adulterous thrill she got from sneaking away from her husband to
indulge in the pleasures of beautiful female flesh.  But she said nothing.
She could see Sarah was struggling.  Reese had to hope her friend came
around in time.

       "I'm just worried about you," Reese said before Sarah interrupted
her with a groan.

       "God!  Why is everyone so goddamned worried about me?" Sarah
snapped, staring down at her unfinished Starbucks latte while she and Reese
sat down at a table outside the store.  "I'm fine!  I'm totally fine!  And
I'm completely happy so you don't even have to ask Reese!"

       "I wasn't going to," Reese lied.  She had actually been about to ask
it, but now it seemed much wiser not to.

       "I'm sorry Reese," Sarah said sadly when she calmed down.  "I'm just
being a bitch.  I didn't mean to snap at you like that.  It's just
well...things have been weird today."

       "You can talk to me Sarah," Reese insisted, taking Sarah's hand in
her in a friendly gesture of support.  "I know what you're going through."

       Sarah knew Reese meant it, but she still didn't want to talk about
it.  Instead she admitted to Reese what she and Alyson had talked about
that day.  And as Sarah retold the story of their conversation, an
unexpected emotion popped up.  She found herself getting mad at Alyson.

       How dare she question whether or not she was happy?  Sarah knew if
she was happy or not.  How could Alyson just make assumptions about her
life like that?  If that was how she felt then Alyson didn't really know
her at all and it wasn't right for her to just be going out and saying
crazy things like that she wasn't happy with Freddie. That wasn't what real
friends did to each other.

       This surge of defensive anger distracted Sarah from her own doubts
and the way she retold the story to Reese gave the impression that Alyson
had been practically demanding she leave Freddie and not gently asking
about her well being the way she had in reality.

       "I mean what gives her the right to think I'm not happy?" Sarah
muttered, feeling better as she deliberately misrepresented things.  "I
think I know whether I'm happy or not.  It's my own life!  I don't need
someone to tell me how I'm supposed to be feeling."

       "Well you're the best judge of your own feelings," Reese offered up.
She didn't want to get in the middle of things with Sarah and Alyson.  That
is if they were really fighting.  Reese didn't know Alyson as well as Sarah
did, but the redhead didn't seem like someone who would give ultimatums or
anything.

       "Yeah! Goddamn right!" Sarah declared a little too loudly for
public.  She saw people turn to look at her and she blushed a little, but
it didn't cool her sudden anger at her best friend.  "Who the hell is she
to tell me anything?  I know I'm happy!  I don't need her telling me I'm
not!  She can't run my life and tell me what to do!"

       "Maybe you should just talk this out with her," Reese said, hoping
to shift away from this subject as soon as possible.

       "Good idea, let's go," Sarah said, grabbing her latte and bag.

       "Go?  Go where?" Reese asked, surprised.

       "To Alyson's house," Sarah answered as though it was the most
logical thing in the world.  "We're going to tell her that she should just
butt out of my life."

       "We?  How did this become a we thing?" Reese asked.

       "You have to come with me," Sarah insisted.  She wasn't thinking at
all.  She just wanted to get her own thoughts away from the churning self
doubt she felt and if having a confrontation with her best friend was how
to do it, Sarah was willing and ready to have it out with her.  "You have
to tell her what you just told me."

       "What did I tell you?" Reese wondered as she tried to figure out how
she'd been sucked into this all of a sudden.

       "How I'm the best judge of my own feelings!" Sarah said.  "How she
should stop bugging me about the damn mansion and just let me be.  I know
my own life!  I know I didn't make a mistake!  I don't need anybody's
help!"

       Reese certainly hadn't meant to imply any of those things and she
sure as hell didn't want to get pulled into a fight between two other
girls.  But she also didn't want to leave Sarah alone right now.  She
seemed so emotional.  Reese was actually starting to really worry about
Sarah cracking under stress or something.

       "C'mon Reese," Sarah said, tugging her friend's arm.  "I want us to
tell Aly that I'm happy."

       Reese sighed and gave in, letting Sarah drag her away from the table
and toward her car so they could go have some kind of vague confrontation
with a girl who probably had no idea anyone was mad at her.

       Sarah felt her heart pumping in her chest with increased energy now.
It was good to feel this surge of passion, even if it was for an argument.
Anything that kept her from her own doubts was good and whether it was
logical or not didn't really matter right now.

* * * * *

       But Sarah was hardly the only troubled one in the world right then.
Michelle, for one, felt she had the weight of the entire world pressing
down on her shoulders and it was not a position the French girl relished.

       The stress of the long dreaded phone call she had gotten had weighed
so heavily on her that she had gone back on something she had promised
never to do again.

       Exhaling softly, Michelle blew the smoke past her lips and took
another drag on her cigarette.  She had promised long ago to quit, but for
today she was off the wagon.  She was in public, sitting outside in the
park, and chancing a ticket for smoking, but Michelle was too nervous to
care.  If she got one she'd just crumple it up and forget about it like all
those silly parking tickets the police kept giving her.

       But the meeting place was secluded enough that a cop probably wasn't
going to come.  There wasn't much around here except trees and the bench
Michelle sat on.

       Being ticketed was hardly Michelle's main concern anyway. Rene was.
She had dreaded this for so long.  Why did it have to happen now?  Why did
it have to happen ever?  They had always told her there was a chance she'd
never hear from Rene.  That he'd never have a mission for her and she'd
always hoped it was true, especially the more time she had spent in America
and at the mansion.  But now that illusion was shattered.

       With a sigh and a nervous shake of her hands, Michelle lifted her
cigarette back up to her lips for another drag before someone stopped her.

       "That is a filthy habit for such a beautiful girl," Michelle heard a
familiar voice say and the maid looked up and smiled.

       "Melissa!" Michelle excitedly cried, flinging her cigarette
carelessly onto the ground and jumping up to hug her long lost friend.
They kissed each other right on the lips, not caring if they got any
stares.  This was no time to hold back.  It had been far too long since
they had seen each other and their kiss was filled with joy and loving
sensuality.

       But unfortunately the reunion couldn't go anywhere from there.

       "There is no time for such pleasantries," a man in all black said as
he emerged behind Melissa.  He didn't look to have aged a day since
Michelle had seen him last.  His jet black hair still had the same silken
gloriousness that had captivated her as a schoolgirl and his eyes still
held the same dark mystery that had made both her and Melissa sigh with
passion every time they had heard his name.

       "There is important work to be done Michelle and you need to start
right away," Rene said, getting right down to it and pulling out a file
folder.  "Do you know what all of this is about?"

       "No Rene, Melissa explained nothing to me," Michelle replied.  "She
just said that you wanted to see me."

       "It is time for you to do what you were sent here for," Rene
said. "It is time for you to do your duty for France."

       "I will do what France wishes of me," Michelle answered with far
less dedication in her voice than she had when she had first made that
promise years ago, before she had come to America and before she had come
to the mansion.

       "Do you know what this is?" Rene demanded when he opened up the file
to show a picture.

       "No Rene," Michelle replied.

       "This is a crude device known as the MAW Device," Rene said.
"Listen carefully for I will not repeat myself.  It was first created by a
splinter group in the CIA and when the relations between the scientist and
the agents went badly he fled to Cuba with it.  There it was stolen and the
scientist and the agents were killed.  Now we do not know where the device
is.  You must find it."

       "What does it do?" Michelle asked.

       "That is not for you to know," Rene said.  "All you must know is
that France wants it.  You will get it for our country and you will get it
without delay.  This device is soon to be put up for open bid on the market
and France has no desire to get into a bidding war with other countries for
it when other options exist.  We will secure it this way and, as you have
been trained for this, you will get it."

       "But how?  How will I know where to find it?" Michelle asked, her
head spinning.  Her training had been so long ago.  Would she be able to
remember it?  Would she even be capable anymore of doing the cold blooded
acts she had been instructed in?

       "We have this one lead," Rene said, pulling out another photo.  "We
believe the device is in the hands of a man named Brandon Moore.  He is
former CIA and has gone mercenary.  He is off the radar at this moment, but
these three know him and are looking to find him before he finds them.  You
know these three, no?"

       "Oui," Michelle replied, her tongue catching in her throat.  How
were they involved?  Those were those silly boys who were always selling
drugs and acting so strangely.  "They live next door to the mansion."

       "Use them to find this device," Rene instructed.  "You are being
activated as a sleeper agent Michelle.  This is your assignment and you
will complete it.  Use any means necessary and if anyone finds out what you
are up to you will know what to do, won't you Michelle?"

       Michelle was too stunned to answer.

       "Answer me Michelle!" Rene forcefully demanded.  "I am tired of your
games here!  You have been such a useless agent so far!  We spent years
training you in intelligence work and look at you now!  You are a
disgrace!"

       Rene forced open Michelle's coat to expose her short, barely legal
maid's uniform.  She hadn't had time to change, so she had made herself
decent by throwing the coat on.

       "You have distracted yourself with this silly, corrupt American
lifestyle," Rene sneered.  "You have forgotten your true purpose.  We know
what you have been doing or should I say who you have been doing and it
shames me to remember I trained you! You have allowed yourself to become
worse than these Americans you were entrusted to spy upon!  You have become
nothing more than their disgusting whore!"

       Michelle saw Melissa looking down at the ground, obviously
sympathizing with her friend's pain, but too scared to speak out against
Rene to do anything about it.

       "I am sorry Rene," Michelle said softly, feeling the same fear of
the man she had once idolized.  "I will do as you ask.  I will serve
France."

       "Good girl, perhaps you will redeem yourself after all," Rene said
with a smug smile.  "You may prove that all that training wasn't a waste.
You must complete your mission Michelle.  France's national security
demands it!"

       "I will complete my mission," Michelle promised, struggling to fight
off a tear from falling from her eye.  "I will let nothing stand in my way.
Anyone who finds out who I am or what I am doing, no matter who they are,
will be terminated immediately."

       "Very good girl," Rene smiled as he ran his hand over Michelle's
face and did the same to Melissa.  "Now we are all back together.  Just
like years ago.  And now it will be so much better."

       Michelle just nodded her head and tried to think about her mission.
Inside she was terrified.  She didn't know what to do.  She didn't know
where to start and most of all she didn't know how she was going to hide
this from the girls at the mansion.  The consequences of them finding out
she was an undercover French intelligence officer were too terrible for her
to even picture and Michelle knew if it came down to it she was going to
have to be the one to pull the trigger.

* * * * *

       Back at the mansion, Jennifer Aniston awoke with a start.

       It hadn't been the gentle kind of awakening she had had that
morning.  She'd been pulled right from a dream and her heart was pounding.
It had been so sudden that she actually forgot where she was for a second.
But as soon as she realized she was still in Malibu, she sighed in relief
and slumped back down into bed.

       The soft pillow resting against her head certainly felt good but
Jennifer didn't know if she wanted to go back to her nap.  Of course she
didn't want to get up either so she was kind of stuck without options.  So
she just lay there under the sheets, her heart still thumping in her chest
like a motor as she pondered the dream she had just had.

       To call it a dream was actually being charitable.  It had been a
nightmare.  There she had been, restrained in a chair.  She had been held
down by a strong pair of male hands, pressing down onto her shoulders and
forcing her to watch.  She hadn't seen the face of her captor, but she had
felt those hands often enough to know who had been holding her down.  It
had been Brad and when he moved his hands off her shoulders it was only to
grab her head to make sure she saw what was going on in the bed.

       One by one she'd been forced to watch her housemates stripped out of
their clothing and tongue fucked into submission.  The woman on the bed
licking them had her face hidden but Jennifer knew it was Angelina.

       Love, Alyssa, Jewel, Christina, Jessica...each one of them had been
stripped and licked and each of them had submitted to Angelina, pledging
their bodies and souls to her as they came all over her tongue, crying out
how they loved her best and how Jennifer could never compare to her.

       She had lost her friends.  All of them.  They had fallen into
Angelina's sexual spider web one by one and the brunette had stolen them
all from her just like she'd stolen Brad.

       Just as she'd been forced to watch Love climaxed again and again
against Angelina's tongue, and scream out how she adored and worshipped her
and that no one was better than her, Jennifer had awoken gasping and
sweating.  Now she feared going back to sleep because the nightmare might
come back too.

       No one had to convince her that it had just been a dream.  Jennifer
knew that after all that had happened with Brad that none of her friends
would even speak to Angelina, much less run off and abandon her.  The
loyalty of her friends was unquestioned in Jennifer's mind.

       She remembered Oscar night and how they had all been so happy for
Reese after her big win.  They had been hanging out backstage and at the
after parties and Jessica had told her that at one point, while she'd been
in the ladies room, Reese had gotten a call on her cell from Angelina,
congratulating her on her win and telling her she was invited to join her
Gold Club at its next meeting.

       Jennifer had seen Angelina's little orgy group of female Oscar
winners in action and she knew how hot it could be.  It was made up of
women of stunning beauty and sesuality, but Jessica said Reese hadn't
hesitated to turn Angelina down cold.

       According to Jessica, Reese had said she wanted nothing to do with
Angelina and hung up on her.  Jennifer had never demanded anyone stop
speaking to Angelina or turn down her advances and knowing they would pass
up on sure sexual bliss out of loyalty to her had made her feel wonderful,
like she'd never be without the loving support of her friends.

       But that didn't make the nightmare's impact any softer.

       Angelina and Brad were the reason why Jennifer was back in bed in
the afternoon anyway.  She didn't know why she did this to herself, but
Jennifer had read another one of the stories about Hollywood's newest
golden couple and, just like always, it had brought her down to the depths
of her self-pity.

       A lot of times she was ok about everything that had happened.  She
still smiled, laughed and happily distracted herself through sexy games
with her girlfriends, but thinking about Brad's new life always brought the
misery back.

       Her housemates had told her not to read the coverage of Angelina and
Brad's relationship and Jennifer had given herself the same advice.  There
was no reason to pay attention to any of it.

       Brad had moved on with his life to a new family and Jennifer knew
she was just torturing herself if she dwelled on what he and Angelina were
doing.  But she couldn't help it.  It hurt her every time she did, but
still she did it.

       Today it had been more stories about the baby.  This hurt more than
Angelina stealing Brad away.  It hurt more than how quickly he had found a
new love.

       She and Brad had always planned on starting a family.  Jennifer
hadn't been ready when he was and it had been one of the reasons they had
split.  Now seeing his happiness over being a father made Jennifer feel
like the split was her fault and that only increased her sadness.

       Deep down Jennifer knew it wasn't her doing that had ended the
marriage.  It had been Brad's and Angelina's.  But that was cold comfort
when she longed for everything she had lost that Angelina and Brad now had.
A marriage.  Children.  Everything.

       Reading about all that had sent Jennifer back into despair and bed
seemed like the best option.  Jennifer remembered reading once that
sleeping too much was a sign of depression and she hoped that wasn't true
because every time she felt bad about Brad she went right back to bed to
hide under the sheets in a dark room for a few hours.

       The story had sent Jennifer back to her room where she had stripped
down to her t-shirt and panties and crawled back under the covers hoping
that by the time her nap was over her blues would have ended too.  But the
nightmare had changed that.

       Jennifer sighed and rolled around under the covers.  Maybe she
should try another nap.  She didn't really feel like doing anything else
but staying in bed.

       If she could keep this one dream free it might just be what she
needed.  She just felt so alone right then.  Sometimes life without Brad
seemed so empty even with all her friends around her, loving and supporting
her.

       Jennifer hoped that things would look a lot brighter after she woke
up but unless someone dropped a house on Angelina Jolie in the meantime
then she didn't know if that was possible.

* * * * *

       Things were much cheerier downstairs as two naked girls eagerly
raided the refrigerator to look for fuel for their fun.

       "You need some Gatorade or something here," Cameron Diaz giggled as
she leaned in deeply to conduct her search.  The mansion's refrigerator was
big enough that someone could probably crawl all the way inside it if they
were so inclined.  As it was, even someone as tall as Cameron had to
stretch to reach the end.

       "Huh, what was that?" Jessica Alba spacily replied, her attention
quite distracted by something other than the blonde's words.

       "Quit staring at my ass and help me out here," Cameron playfully
suggested.

       "Awwwww but I can't help it, it's so cute," Jessica said with a
giggle of her own.  "Besides if you don't want me to stare then go and put
some pants on."

       "Get dressed?  Here?  Are you crazy?  How could I possibly wear
clothes in this place?" Cameron shot back with mock outrage.

       "Exactly, now quit your meowing, find us something to eat and keep
wiggling this hot little caboose of yours," Jessica grinned before giving
Cameron's bare ass a slap that had the blonde yelping, laughing and moaning
seemingly all at once, especially when Jessica's hot hand began massaging
her smacked butt cheek.

       "Mmmm don't stop but get in here too.  This is your fridge after
all," Cameron requested, causing Jessica to pop her head in alongside her.
They were both stark naked and hoping to accomplish this quickly to get
back to the fun outside.

       It had fallen to them to look for something to turn into lunch and
they were eager to take care of this task and get back to playtime.  They
had crashed Christina's little party with Kelly Clarkson, but had quickly
become invited guests.  Kelly had become quite taken with Stacy and had
been eager to entertain everyone through a 69 show with the dancing queen.

       That had juiced up everyone very nicely and soon Jessica, Elisha and
Cameron were also indulging, not only in Kelly's pussy hungry tongue, but
in Christina's strap on as well.

       Jessica had been the luckiest one of them all, not only getting
Kelly's long tongue inside her pussy but Christina's toy up her ass at the
same time.  That was a treatment Jessica was definitely looking to repeat
and the trio of sexy blondes she had been playing with were all eager to
experience it for the first time.

       The party had moved outdoors to the hot tub where Kelly, Christina,
Stacy and Elisha were undoubtedly fucking up a storm inside the bubbling
water while Cameron and Jessica were inside.  This gave the two girls
plenty of urgency as they searched.

       "Damn, we really need to send Michelle to the supermarket," Jessica
sighed.  "We've got nothing here.  I can't believe she just took off like
that before.  It had better be some kind of emergency for her to not be
around when we actually need her for something other than sex for once."

       "Yeah, there's nothing really but wine and Mountain Dew in there,"
Cameron said, shaking her head.  And she thought her fridge was barren.

       However, those two beverages created a simultaneous thought.

       "Cocktails," Jessica and Cameron said together with a smile as they
grabbed the bottles.

       They were about to go outside with this improvised lunch when they
suddenly felt hands grabbing their asses.  With their heads inside the
refrigerator neither girl could see who had successfully snuck up behind
them, but that mystery was quickly solved when she spoke.

       "Now what are you two up to?" Alyssa purred as she massaged the
exposed cheeks of both girls with her smooth hands.

       "Just looking for some lunch," Jessica answered, suddenly in no
hurry to move and stop Alyssa's sexy touch.

       "Mmmmm well I definitely see something delicious," Alyssa
salaciously declared as she eyed the still damp slits of both bent over
girls.  "Now, I already had this for breakfast and I should be dieting but
I just can't help myself.  I've got such a sweet tooth."

       Alyssa then proved that by keeping both girls in their bent over
positions and sinking to her knees.  She gave Jessica's cunt lips a long
lick first, making the naked girl shiver and moan before doing the same to
Cameron and getting the exact same reaction.

       "Oooooooh fuck don't stop," Cameron sighed, suddenly forgetting all
about the hot tub and who was in it.

       "No one's going to stop," Alyssa promised.  "I'm hungry too and this
is my favorite meal."

       "Mine too," Jessica smirked, turning around and wiggling her way out
of the fridge and away from her housemate. "But fuck, my tits are getting
cold in there.  If you want to get yourself some pussy for lunch then
you're gonna have to come outside with us."

       "Ooooooh a picnic, I'm in," Alyssa giggled as she got up off her
knees and allowed Cameron to move and close the fridge behind her.  "Who
else is on the guest list?"

       "Well Christina's already out there with Elisha and Stacy and if you
heard some screaming before it was Chrissie's new friend Kelly Clarkson,"
Jessica answered.

       "So that's who it was," Alyssa said.  "I thought those high notes
sounded familiar.  She's definitely a screamer.  I can't wait to hear that
up close."

       "Well you're more than welcome to join us as long as you lose those
clothes," Jessica offered, getting another big smile from Alyssa.  The
brunette wasn't wearing much anyway, just a t-shirt and some jeans she had
slipped on after her teasing phone call with Jewel and she eagerly pulled
her shirt over her head to show off the bare tits that lay underneath.

       "That better?" Alyssa said after tossing her shirt to the floor and
yanking off her jeans and panties in the blink of an eye.

       "Much better," Jessica replied with much lustful appreciation in her
eyes.  She never tired of seeing her older housemate's gorgeous body.

       "We should have one more soon," Cameron pointed out.  "My friend is
on her way."

       "Oh yeah, well you've been talking all day about her, but she hasn't
shown yet," Jessica teased.  "I'm beginning to think you're not going to
deliver her."

       "Quiet bitch, I'll show you who can deliver," Cameron playfully shot
back before reaching for the phone.  "I'll make sure she's coming."

       As Cameron made her call, Alyssa leaned in to Jessica.

       "So who's her friend?" Alyssa asked.  When Jessica told her it
immediately got Alyssa's nipples swelling, a development that both girls
enjoyed.

       "Mmmm damn, Camie better deliver on that," Alyssa said, picturing
the possibilities of adding her sexy body to the mansion mix.  "You can't
tease with a name like that and then not have her show."

       "I always deliver," Cameron declared after ending her call.  "She's
on her way."

       "Excellent," Jessica smiled.  "And speaking of deliver, I nominate
Alyssa to call for pizza since we're running low on food and need to crab
up."

       "Awwwww why me?" Alyssa pouted.

       "You want to join the picnic, this is the price of entry," Jessica
said, a condition that Alyssa quickly agreed to.

       "Fine, but since I'm calling we're getting veggie pizza," Alyssa
stated.  "No disgusting pepperoni.  Yuck."

       "Vegetarians," Jessica giggled with a roll of her eyes.  "Now call
fast.  Christina sure as hell isn't waiting for us out there."

* * * * *

       Pizza and Cameron's friend weren't the only ones on their way to the
mansion.  Jewel was heading home too and she was being followed.
Fortunately there was no stalker on her tail, just two more than welcome
guests that she couldn't wait to show off to her housemates.

       The whole drive home Jewel couldn't believe her luck.  She had never
dreamed that her shopping trip would turn out to be so successful.  Not
only had she been able to get a hot selection of lingerie to put on and,
more importantly, take off for her friends, but she had lured two beautiful
girls home with her that she knew they would enjoy even more.

       Jessica and Ashlee Simpson were right behind her and neither girl
had any idea about the erotic pleasure that awaited them at the mansion.
At least Jewel hoped that there was pleasure in their future.  She knew she
could do her part and her friends would do anything to tempt them into
their fun, but the question remained about how receptive the Simpson
sisters would be to what awaited them.  Still Jewel had every reason to
believe that they would both be very into it with proper incentive.

       After stumbling onto the secret that Jessica and Ashlee were not
only into girls, but into each other, it had taken all of Jewel's strength
not to rush into their dressing room and have her wicked way with both of
them right there and then.  She wanted both of them desperately, but the
store hadn't been the right place and it hadn't been the right time.  The
mansion was a much more suitable for what Jewel wanted to do to the sexy
sisters.

       She felt safe making her move there.  It was more comfortable.  It
was like a football team on its home field.  Jewel couldn't wait to get
Jessica and Ashlee there and see what happened.  She had lusted after both
of them individually before, but now that she knew the truth about them it
had become an all consuming quest to get them both into bed.

       Jewel was still blown away by the fact that the girls had been
secret lovers.  Jewel had never even thought such an illicit relationship
between them was possible and now erotic visions of it danced through her
brain.  She pictured Jessica and Ashlee Simpson pressing their naked bodies
together as they shared a sensual, forbidden kiss and it made her long to
rub herself as she drove.

       It was actually a struggle to keep her thoughts about the two girls
from turning into a full blown porno movie in her head.  Jewel knew she had
to keep her focus on the road and it would have been a little too risky to
drive and masturbate at the same time, even though she had the pocket
rocket in her purse to make it happen. But that didn't stop Jewel from
putting together a plan of how to get the sisters kissing and more for
real.

       Ashlee was obviously the key.  She seemed to be the sister most
interested in rekindling their incestuous relationship and Jewel's best
hope for sandwiching herself between the sisters.  All she had to do was
get Ashlee alone and Jewel believed that she could get the younger girl to
become her willing partner in lesbian scheming.

       Jewel's heart was pounding with anticipation to share this bombshell
secret with her housemates, but she couldn't rush into that.  She didn't
want to just throw Jessica and Ashlee to the wolves quite yet.  She didn't
want to overwhelm the sisters, especially Jessica, and ruin her chances to
get them.  If all went well, Jewel knew her friends would soon be joining
in.

       Plus Jewel had a more selfish reason.  She had discovered their
secret and she wanted first licks at the naughty sisters.

       As both cars pulled into the mansion's long driveway and drove past
the opening gate, Jewel just wanted to get Jessica and Ashlee into her
bedroom.  She had easily been able to convince them to come home with her
on the excuse that she was having fun with them and wanted to hang out some
more.  Plus Jewel had told them that going to the mansion would offer them
a great chance to try on their new lingerie some more without the prying
eyes of any salesmen or clerks around to creep them out.

       Jessica and Ashlee had bought Jewel's story without question and, as
they walked up to the door, Jewel just hoped they weren't about to walk
right into an orgy.  That was always a possibility at the mansion and would
have caused an immediate change in plans along with a quick explanation.
Fortunately there was no need to improvise because none of her housemates
were in sight.  The only person they encountered on their way in was Love.

       "Jewel!  Hey!" Love smiled brightly as she walked in. "Where you
been?"

       "Just shopping," Jewel replied, relieved for once that her sexy
housemate was dressed.  Love moved toward her like she was about to kiss
her and Jewel gave a little head shake, trying to wave her off as Jessica
and Ashlee walked in behind her.

       Fortunately Love read the signal loud and clear.

       "Hey girls," Love said, smiling at Jessica and Ashlee like
everything was friendly around the mansion and nothing more.  She had
crossed paths with both of them a few times and had definitely liked them.
Now she was hoping whatever Jewel was up to involved her getting to like
them even more.

       "Hey Love," Jessica smiled.  "Wait, you live here too?  What kind of
place is this?"

       "I'll tell you in a bit," Jewel replied.  "Hey Love, we're gonna be
upstairs for awhile.  Where is everybody?"

       "Well Michelle bolted out of here like about half an hour ago saying
she had some emergency or something," Love explained.  "She didn't say
what, but she looked like she'd seen a ghost.  Everyone else is outside in
the hot tub.  I was actually gonna join them, but I was gonna check on Jen
first.  She wasn't feeling too well before."

       "Oooooh a hot tub sounds great," Jessica said.  "Mmmm I could
definitely use some relaxing."

       "We can get in the hot tub later," Jewel interrupted before the new
girls found out the hot tub was clothing optional and used for much more
than just for soaking.  "Let's go upstairs first.  I want to show you my
room.  I want to show you guys everything."

       Glancing over at her guests, Jewel saw that Ashlee seemed to have
picked up on the fact that things were not quite normal around here.  But
Jessica hadn't noticed anything.

       "Wow, I can't believe you're living with Jennifer Love Hewitt.
She's so nice," Jessica declared.  "Now show us this room of yours.  I'm
dying to see all over this place."

       Jewel gave the girls a quick tour of the mansion, not wanting to get
too in-depth for fear they'd stumble upon one of her housemates in
mid-lick.  Ashlee was pretty quiet the whole way though, but Jessica was a
veritable chatterbox.

       "Wow!  This place is huge!" Jessica marveled.  "This is totally
bigger than my house!  I should totally look into buying here!  I thought
about looking at Malibu before but I was thinking there might be fires or
mudslides or skeezy surfers using the beach.  I mean that's what's always
on the news when they talk about Malibu.  Someone's house is burning or
trapped in mud or whatever.  But this place is just great Jewel.  It's so
big!  I can't believe you and Love live here by yourself."

       "Well I'm not quite here alone," Jewel coyly replied.

       "Oh?  Who else lives here?  Do you have a boyfriend here you're
hiding from us?"  Jessica asked.

       "No, no boyfriends here," Jewel said, stifling a laugh over the
obviousness of that statement.  "We're not here alone though.  I've got
some friends here with me."

       "Yeah, remember, Love said they were all outside at the hot tub,"
Ashlee pointed out.

       "Oh yeah, I guess I wasn't paying that much attention," Jessica
admitted with a little blush.  She tried not to be ditzy, but sometimes she
couldn't help it.  "I heard `hot tub' and I kind of focused on that.  But
these aren't guy friends?"

       "Nope, girlfriends," Jewel said as innocently as she could.  She
didn't mind Jessica thinking she lived with a bunch of platonic female
friends.  The truth would be revealed soon enough.

       "Wow, too bad you don't have a bunch of guys down there," Jessica
smiled.  "Ashlee and I could use a guy."

       "Speak for yourself," Ashlee mumbled under her breath, but Jewel
heard her and tried to restrain her smirk.  Ashlee was definitely going to
be a great help.

       "Well there are definitely no guys here," Jewel said.  "Just me and
my girlfriends."

       "Someone should get the MTV crews in here then," Jessica suggested.
"It could be there new hit.  Like a new Sex and the City."

       "Ughhhhhhh don't listen to her Jewel," Ashlee groaned.  "No reality
shows!  Those cameras are so annoying.  You can't even breathe when they're
around."

       "I was just joking Ash," Jessica claimed.  "Believe me, I know how
hard it is to be around those damn cameras.  Thanks to them, everyone
thinks I'm some kind of dummy."

       "Well you can't hide the truth," Ashlee playfully teased, getting a
whack from Jessica's shopping bags.

       "Be nice you two," Jewel said.  "Besides, MTV wouldn't be able to
show what goes on here.  Not in their wildest dreams."

       Jewel didn't elaborate on what she meant by that.  She let Jessica
and Ashlee's imaginations wonder what her meaning was.  Jewel led the two
singers inside her room.  All three of them were holding shopping bags full
of their Victoria's Secret purchases and Jewel was definitely eager to get
herself a lingerie fashion show.

       "Ok girls, let's see what you've got," Jewel declared, setting down
her bags on the bed and enjoying the double meaning of her statement.

       "Wow this room is fantastic!" Jessica said, looking all around
Jewel's room, craning her head around to take it all in.  "It's huge!  Hey
is that a hot tub over there?"

       "Oh yeah," Jewel smiled, remembering how she and Gwen had spent
their first time together in it.  "This is a pretty special place.  All the
rooms are like this.  The mansion used to be a...a...a hotel."

       Jewel hadn't wanted to tell the girls that the place used to be a
bordello and what she did say was accepted by both sisters without
question.

       "I'll show you the rest of it later," Jewel promised.  "Right now I
want to see what you girls bought."

       "We got great stuff," Jessica said.  "You're just lucky you're not a
guy or else you wouldn't be able to control yourself after you see it.  Now
where can I change?"

       Jewel was disappointed that Jessica wasn't about to strip down in
front of her, but she wasn't particularly surprised at her modesty.  She
pointed toward her bathroom.

       "Right there, just don't take too long and get distracted by the hot
tub," Jewel teased.

       "Thanks," Jessica said, putting down two of her bags, but holding
onto one.  "I'll be back in a jiff."

       But before Jessica made it to the bathroom, there was a question.

       "Jess?  Can I come in and change with you?" Ashlee asked hopefully,
raising Jewel's interest.

       "Ummmm...just stay here with Jewel, Ash," Jessica said, clearly
remembering what had just happened at the store and not wanting a repeat.
"I'll be right out and then you can get in there."

       "Oh, ok," Ashlee sighed, looking down at her feet in clear
disappointment.

       Nothing else delayed Jessica and she entered Jewel's bathroom,
closing the door behind her so she could change.  As soon as the door
clicked closed, Jewel was right on top of Ashlee, ready to make her move.

       "You ok Ashlee?" Jewel asked, patting the spot on the bed next to
her as a signal for Ashlee to sit down, which the girl immediately did.

       "Yeah I'm fine, it's just..." Ashlee began, before her common sense
kicked in and she stopped herself.  "Never mind.  It's not important.  It's
between me and Jessica.  We'll work it out."

       "You two aren't fighting are you?" Jewel asked, playing dumb.  "I
know I've had some real blowouts with my sisters where we didn't speak for
weeks.  It's awful when there's distance between the people you're supposed
to be closest to."

       "No it's nothing like that," Ashlee said.  "Don't worry.  It's
totally not important."

       "Are you sure?  You seem really down," Jewel said.

       "I'm ok," Ashlee insisted.  "I've just got a lot on my mind.  It's
been crazy with Jessica and Nick lately and I feel like I want to help her
so bad, but there's nothing I can do.  I mean I just wish I could fix
everything but mostly I feel like I can't do anything right for her.  I
don't want to make this about me, because it's her life, but I feel like I
have all these feelings inside and they're driving me crazy because I want
to be there for Jessica so bad and help her out and let her see it's ok and
she doesn't need Nick."

       "I understand Ashlee, you can talk to me," Jewel said as she placed
her hand on Ashlee's knee and moaned to herself as she felt the girl's soft
skin under her skirt.  It was so hard to resist caressing Ashlee's leg and
Jewel knew she would have to make her move soon before her resolve
completely cracked.

       "Thanks," Ashlee said unable to keep from smiling as she felt the
little tingles she loved from a woman's hand on her body.  Even if it was
an innocent touch it still felt good.  "But I don't want to bore you with
my stupid problems.  Besides it's kinda personal."

       "Hey we're all gonna be seeing each other in our underwear in a
minute," Jewel pointed out.  "We're a little beyond getting personal by
now, don't you think?"

       "Yeah, I guess," Ashlee agreed, her smile growing.  "But this is
really personal.  Like sex life personal.  I don't know think we're on that
level of friendship Jewel.  Nothing personal.  I mean I like you and
all...but this is...awwwwww I'm just babbling.  Forget I said anything."

       Damn, she was getting distracted.  Ashlee chided herself for nearly
having too loose a tongue there.  She wouldn't have told her best friend in
the world what she was thinking then and she had nearly spilled it all to
Jewel.  She had to be more careful.

       There was only one person she wanted to talk to about this and
Jessica was the one who was rebuffing her.  All of Ashlee's frustration and
the pleasure she was getting just from Jewel's hand on her leg almost had
her saying too much.  She never should have said this was a sex thing.  She
had better zip up now.

       "There's nothing that can't be made better by talking about it,"
Jewel declared as she began to softly caress Ashlee's leg.  "Everyone has
secrets.  I've got a pretty big one myself."

       "Yeah?  I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," Ashlee offered as
a joke.  She never intended to tell Jewel anything about what was really
going on with her and Jessica.  She assumed that Jewel would shy away from
giving away her secret, whatever it was, and that would be that.

       She assumed wrong.

       Knowing this was her opportunity, Jewel went for it with gusto.  She
craned her head and gave Ashlee a soft kiss on the lips, gently placing her
hands on the younger singer's face.  Ashlee was visibly shocked, her eyes
bugging open and her body stiffening.

       Jewel's kiss was close mouthed and she didn't try to force her
tongue into Ashlee's mouth, but there was no masking its intent.  This
wasn't a kiss on the cheek or friendly peck.  It was a sex kiss.  Ashlee
knew it and, before she could even think about what she was doing, she
responded to it.

       The initial surge of shock faded in Ashlee and, as Jewel continued
kissing her, she relaxed and began kissing back.  It had been so long since
she had kissed another girl and the desire she had for it had only grown
stronger in that time.  Jewel's kiss was so warm and sexy that she
unconsciously surrendered to it, closing her eyes and moaning as she kissed
back, opening her mouth to invite her friend's tongue inside.

       The feel of Jewel's tongue slowly sliding inside her mouth and
massaging hers sent a shiver of pleasure up Ashlee's spine, but it also
snapped her out of the trance she'd fallen into and she pushed Jewel away
just as suddenly as she'd decided to allow her to kiss her.

       "No!  Wait!  We can't!" Ashlee gasped, the enormity of what had just
happened falling down on her all at once.  Suddenly she felt very dizzy,
like the room was spinning even though she was still sitting down on the
bed.

       "What's the matter Ashlee?" Jewel playfully asked, running her hand
over Ashlee's arm, making goosebumps pop up wherever she touched.  "I
thought you wanted to know my secret.  Well this is it.  Is there a problem
sweetie?  Didn't you like kissing me?"

       "Yes...I mean no...I mean I don't...wait...why?  Why did you kiss
me?" Ashlee demanded, but not angrily.  She was too flustered to be mad at
Jewel's sudden advance.  "Are you a lesbian?  Why did you do that?  Do you
think I'm a lesbian?  Ooooooooh..."

       Ashlee's words turned into a moan when Jewel kissed her again,
quieting her lips and making her whole body tingle.  Ashlee had always
found Jewel attractive, but had never dreamed something like this would
happen.  She had always looked at her as a friend.  Now it seriously looked
like Jewel saw her differently and Ashlee didn't know how to respond except
to let the older girl kiss her.

       When Jewel pulled away from the second kiss, Ashlee had a little
trail of saliva dripping down her chin and a dreamy expression on her face.
Jewel was happy to see she wasn't putting up much of a fight or claiming
she didn't like it.  They didn't have much time before Jessica got back and
if this didn't happen fast it might not happen at all.

       "I kissed you because I knew you wanted it," Jewel said.  "I kissed
you because I knew you were going to like it."

       "How?  How did you know?" Ashlee asked softly, still trying to come
to terms with the fact that Jewel had just been kissing her.  She hadn't
been looking for it.  It had just happened.  But she still offered no
denial of her desires and her lips suddenly felt lonely without Jewel's
against them.

       Jewel knew she couldn't dance around this.  She had to pull out her
big gun right away and hope it worked.

       "Because I heard you and Jessica talking in the dressing room,"
Jewel answered.  "I know what's going on between you two and how much you
want her."

       Every time she had seen her, Ashlee had always looked a little pale
to Jewel.  But now the girl turned white as a sheet.

       "It...it's not...not what...what you think," Ashlee stammered, her
voice filled with fear.  "I don't know what you think you heard
but...but...but you got...got it all wrong.  We...I...she...it's not what
you think."

       "Oh really?" Jewel pressed.  She didn't want to be mean and she
wasn't trying to make Ashlee twist around in the wind too much, but it was
kind of fun to see her squirm a little.  "Because it sure seemed to me like
you and Jessica are fucking each other."

       Ashlee looked like the world was ending and she began to panic.

       "Ohhhhhhh my God," Ashlee groaned, burying her head in her hands and
looking like she was about to start crying.  "Jewel please, you
can't...can't tell anyone...I ohhhhhhhh God...It's not...we...please just
don't tell!"

       Ashlee couldn't believe she'd messed up so bad that someone had
found her deepest secret.  She never would have made a move back in the
dressing room if she had thought someone was listening in.  Now she had
ruined everything again.  She had ruined her life and Jessica's.

       "I'm so goddamn stupid," Ashlee agonized.  "Why did I say anything
when there were people around?  Now everyone knows!  I can't stop fucking
up!  I just couldn't control myself.  Jessica tells me to control myself.
But I just can't!  Not when I'm around her like that!"

       "Shhhhhhh," Jewel urged, hugging the younger girl with a comforting
hold.  "No one else knows.  I didn't tell anyone else.  It's between you
and me and Jessica.  I promise I won't tell."

       "You must think I'm sick," Ashlee said, mortified beyond belief.

       "I don't Ashlee," Jewel swore.  "I don't think you're sick.  What I
heard was one of the hottest things ever.  God, it turned me on like
crazy."

       "What?" Ashlee asked in disbelief.  Her panic was starting to ease
and she looked up from her hands as if she hadn't heard Jewel correctly.

       "Why do you think I kissed you?" Jewel asked, hoping for a chance to
turn all of this around to her advantage again.  "Thinking about you and
Jessica together got me so hot.  I want to help you Ashlee.  I want to help
you get Jessica back the way you want her, naked and in your bed."

       "You don't think it's sick?" Ashlee inquired, her heart starting to
thump in her chest, but not from fear this time.  She didn't know what was
going on here, but she was starting to like it.  "She's my sister.  We were
having sex.  It's wrong and sick."

       "I definitely don't think it's sick," Jewel answered before kissing
Ashlee tenderly on the lips again.  "It made me wet.  You're both so
beautiful.  Mmmmm I definitely would have wanted to fuck you both anyway,
but knowing that you two have been together made me even hotter for it."

       Ashlee couldn't believe what was happening.  But she loved the
kisses Jewel was giving her.  The singer was so sexy.  Ashlee would have
felt that way even if she wasn't attracted to girls.  But there were a lot
of girls she thought were sexy and Ashlee had never figured she'd get with
any of them.  Now Jewel was offering herself up to her and Ashlee saw the
sincerity in her eyes.  She wasn't being played here. Ashlee felt confident
of that.  She relaxed and soon was kissing Jewel back with only a little
bit of lingering shyness.

       "Mmmmm that's it Ashlee," Jewel moaned.  "Kiss me.  You don't have
to be shy or scared with me Ashlee.  I love girls and I think you and Jess
are both so hot.  I want you both. Mmmmm and I want to see you both
together."

       "I...I want that so bad," Ashlee admitted.  "I love Jessica so much
and I just want to make her feel good.  I want to show her how much I love
her."

       "I'm going to make that happen," Jewel promised.  "Do you trust me
Ashlee?"

       Ashlee nodded her head.  Jewel had her over a barrel with her secret
and she knew she didn't have much alternative to trusting her.  Plus she
certainly kissed nice and Ashlee's body was responding to each and every
sexy kiss Jewel was planting on her lips.  If you couldn't trust the girl
making out with you, then who could you trust?

       "I'm going to make Jessica yours again," Jewel swore as she inched
up Ashlee's green skirt and began sliding her hand up under it.  "I'm going
to make her want you as bad as you want her."

       "How?" Ashlee asked.  "She said she doesn't want...oooooooooh!"

       Ashlee moaned as Jewel took the liberty of caressing her pussy
through her panties.  Jewel's kisses and the revelation she was ok with her
secret had Ashlee's head spinning so fast that she hadn't even felt the
singer's hand go under her skirt until it was too late to stop her.  Not
that Ashlee wanted to stop her.  Jewel's hand against her pussy felt so
good and Ashlee's body was eager for much more.

       "She just needs to remember how good a woman's touch is," Jewel
purred into Ashlee's ear as she kissed her neck and rubbed her gently,
getting her in a state of sexual heat but not letting her boil over yet.
"I know all about how to make women feel good here.  That's what we do
here.  Me and my girlfriends make each other feel so good.  Mmmm and
they're all going to want to make you and Jessica feel good too."

       "You?  And Love?" Ashlee gasped, humping herself against Jewel's
hand and wishing she could make her panties disappear so she could feel the
woman's fingers inside her.  She had suspected something was weird here,
but she had never pictured it could be that.

       "Not just Love," Jewel smiled.  "There are so many beautiful girls
here.  This is our secret place Ashlee.  This is where we can all come and
fuck each other and make ourselves feel so good and no one ever finds out."

       "Who...who else is here?" Ashlee moaned.  "Ooooooh don't stop Jewel.
Ughhhhh I can't believe you're doing this to me, but I love it.  Please
don't stop!  Tell me who else lives here.  Tell me how you're going to make
Jess all wet like you're making me."

       "Uh uh, tell me about you and Jess first," Jewel pressed.  "We don't
have much time until she gets out of there.  Tell me now and I'll make
Jessica yours again."

       Ashlee wasn't in a good bargaining position.  Jewel's touch was
soaking her panties and the woman was promising her what she wanted more
than anything else in the world.  It wasn't like she had anything left to
hide anyway, so Ashlee agreed.

       "I...we...well...our dad...he wouldn't let us be with boys," Ashlee
sighed as she felt her nipples stiffen against her black tank top.  She
wanted to pinch and play with them, but she was actually afraid if she did
that she might wake up and find this was all some kind of amazing dream.
"He was always so protective when we were growing up, but when...when we
became teenagers he got even more protective.  He wouldn't let us talk to
boys who weren't in the church and that he didn't know.  He would rarely
ever let us go on dates and when he did he either went with us as a
chaperone or he'd make us come home so early.  He made us take
these...these virginity pledges where we had to promise him that we'd wait
until marriage.  We never...never got to have any fun."

       "Get to the good stuff sweetie," Jewel urged, increasing the force
of her touch as her eyes kept darting to the bathroom door.  Jessica could
come out any second and she didn't want to be found with her hand up her
sister's skirt...at least not yet.  "Tell me what I want to hear."

       "Well ummm...oooooooh yesssssss right there Jewel...mmmmm rub me
therrrrrrre," Ashlee groaned.  "We'd...we'd be so curious about boys and
want them so bad, but we wouldn't be allowed to kiss them and dad kept
saying how we weren't allowed to let boys touch us.  And well...we'd have
all these feelings and they were so pent up and driving us crazy and me and
Jess we were sharing our room then...we had these twin beds cause we didn't
have all that money yet and Jess...she'd...she'd...mmmmmm yesssssss oooooh
more Jewel more...she'd be up nights touching herself and I could hear her
and it turned me on.  I asked her how she knew how to do it and she said
some girl in choir had told her about it and how to do it and I made her
show me too...mmmmm and it felt so good.  She showed me how to play with my
body and I never wanted to stop once I felt how good it was.  I just wanted
to touch myself all day and night and I loved seeing her do it too.  I'd
love watching her be naked and playing with her body.  It made it so much
hotter to be watching her as she did it and I loved watching her have her
orgasms.  It made me come even harder knowing she was there and watching me
like I was watching her.  Every night we'd do it and one night she suddenly
crawled into bed with me because she had been with some boy that day and
they'd been kissing and dad had caught them and had spanked her even though
she was 16, but the kissing had made her so hot she needed to find relief
and she asked me if I would kiss her like he had.  It was like she couldn't
control herself because this boy had made her feel so good and she wanted
more.  She wanted me to make her feel good and I wanted to do that too.  I
wanted it so bad."

       Jewel's head was overflowing with erotic images as Ashlee detailed
her and her sister's story.  It was so hot she felt she could come just
from hearing it.

       "I'd never kissed a girl before and neither had she...but it
felt...just felt so right to do it," Ashlee said.  "She kissed me and I
kissed her back and it was so goooooood.  I'd kissed a few boys before but
nothing was like kissing her.  Her lips were so soft and it was like
kissing her was making us both feel so good.  We started touching each
other through our nightgowns.  Usually we'd strip and just touch ourselves,
but now we were touching each other...taking off our clothes and playing
with each other's body.  Ohhhh it was so much better than just touching
ourselves. I loved how her body felt on top of mine in my little bed,
pressing down on me, both of us naked as we kissed.  And then she made me
touch her...you know...her..."

       "Her pussy?" Jewel teased.

       "Mmmmhmmm," Ashlee moaned, blushing furiously, but smiling as the
same time.  If Jewel was going to talk like that then she was too.  "She
made me reach down and play with her pussy and she was so wet and warm and
I loved it so much.  I rubbed her and she did it back to me and it was just
incredible.  I thought it was the best feeling ever...mmm but then it got
better.  We rubbed and touched each other's pussies and kissed and our
boobs rubbed together and our nipples got so hard, but we both wanted more.
Jessica she wanted me to lick her.  We'd never had sex with anyone before,
but we knew...you know...what to do and stuff.  And she wanted me to kiss
her pussy and lick it and I was scared at first, but she was so insistent,
telling me she needed to feel good and that she'd do it to me too if I did
it to her first.  So I kissed her there and started licking and she was
totally soaked and she tasted so good.  I'd never tasted anything like it
and it was so yummy.  I couldn't get enough and she was so wet for me.  I
was licking my own sister's pussy and I knew it was wrong, but I didn't
care.  I felt like I was supposed to do it because I loved her and I wanted
her to feel good.  Mmmm and I loved how it made me feel...so naughty and
like a really bad girl and I made her come and it was so wet and sticky and
so goooood.  Ooooh and she totally did it to me too.  We licked each other
so good and we fell asleep together that night all naked and sexy and we
had to scramble in the morning so mom and dad wouldn't find us like that."

       Ashlee laughed a little when she got to that last part. She still
remembered that exhilarated panic when she and Jessica woke up that next
morning and realized they were still naked and in her bed.  Their skin was
totally sticky and sweaty and they had to quickly pull on their nightgowns
again before dad had found them like that.

       She had never told anyone this before.  It had just been her and
Jessica's secret and it felt amazing to get it off her chest.  Ashlee could
see how much Jewel liked hearing her story and that turned her on even
more.

       "We did that like every night," Ashlee confessed as her moans from
Jewel's amazing touch continued.  "We kissed and licked and touched all
night long.  At nights when she was horny she'd toss her sheets off and
lift up her nightgown so I'd know she wanted me to eat her out and make her
come.  Even after we got rich we'd sneak into each other's rooms all the
time to fuck each other.  Mmmm I hated wearing clothes around her.  I just
wanted to be naked and be with her.  We did so many naughty things to each
other and I loved them all.  But then when she met Nick she didn't want to
be with me anymore and she said it was wrong and she couldn't do it anymore
because she liked boys.  But I didn't!  I haven't liked boys since that
first night with her!  I tried being with other girls after her, but it
wasn't the same.  None of them were as hot as Jessica.  Mmmmm except you
Jewel.  Ughhhh you're making me so hot and wet right now."

       "Thank you sweetie," Jewel said before planting another kiss on
Ashlee's lips.  "I can't wait to show you all the naughty things we do
around here.  Me and all my hot friends.  There's me and Love and Jessica
Alba and Christina Aguilera and Alyssa Milano and Jennifer Aniston and Rose
McGowan mmmm and we have lots more famous friends who come here so we can
fuck them.  Just like we're going to fuck you Ashlee.  We're going to fuck
you and Jessica both so good.  You two are never going to want to leave."

       Ashlee couldn't believe what she was hearing.  How could it be?  How
could all those beautiful girls be into each other?  But Jewel wasn't
lying.  Her eyes said she was being totally honest.

       Ashlee had never dreamed like any of this was possible.  But it was
like all her fantasies were about to come true.  She wanted her sister to
be her lover again and having all those other girls too was like having the
sweetest whipped cream on top of the yummiest ice cream ever.

       All of it, the touch between her legs, the promises of hot sex and
the memories of her and Jessica's first time had Ashlee panting.  Her
panties were completely soaked against her pussy and Jewel had her about to
come.  But before the Alaskan could make her any hotter the door to the
bathroom suddenly opened and Jewel pulled her hand away in a flash, leaving
Ashlee gasping and absolutely dying for more.

       And that condition only got worse when Ashlee saw what her older
sister was wearing.  It wasn't what she had seen in the dressing room
earlier.  It was like a million times hotter.  Jessica was in an all black
lingerie ensemble.  She had black lace French cut panties and a lacy bra,
which was see-through against her rosy nipples and black stockings which
made the whole outfit even sexier.

       "What do you think?" Jessica asked as she twirled around to show
off.  She either didn't notice she had two sets of eyes staring at her with
lustful intensity or she didn't care.  Either way, Jewel and Ashlee loved
what they saw.

       "Oh my God," Jewel gasped when she finally regained the ability to
speak.  "You look gorgeous Jess."

       "Thanks," Jessica beamed.  "I really love how it...hey are you ok
Ashlee?"

       Jessica suddenly noticed her sister wasn't saying anything and
looked all kinds of flustered.  Her forehead was all sweaty and her lips
looked like she'd been drooling or something because they were all wet.
And were her nipples hard?  Nahhh she had to be imagining things.  Or was
she?  Jessica flashed back to what had happened in the changing room.  No,
she had been very firm explaining things and Ashlee knew she wasn't into
that any more.  She had to be imagining things.

       "I'm...I'm...I gotta go change..." Ashlee darted off the bed and
grabbed her bag.

       Before she could get into the bathroom though, Jewel grabbed the
girl's arm and whispered in her ear.

       "Just give me a few minutes," Jewel advised.  "I'll get her for you.
Trust me Ashlee.  Just come out when it's the right time.  You'll know when
that is."

       Praying that Jewel was as good as her word, Ashlee nodded her head
and went to change, leaving Jewel alone with Jessica near the bed.

       "Is she really ok?" Jessica asked.  "She looked kind of weird."

       "She's fine," Jewel assured her friend.  "In fact she's better than
fine.  I think she's going to be feeling a lot better about things from now
on."

       "Yeah something's been bothering her lately," Jessica replied,
leaving out the details about what happened in the changing room.  Jewel
definitely didn't need to know that.  "I don't know what it is.  I haven't
really had a chance to talk to her lately.  Things have been so crazy."

       "Well Ashlee and I talked a lot while you were in there," Jewel
reported, trying to stifle her grin as she walked up behind Jessica while
the singer was trying to push her tits better into her bra.  As it was the
garment gave her double-D breasts quite a heft but there was a risk of
popping out and Jessica worked to prevent it.

       Jewel loved how oblivious Jessica was to what was about to happen.
Just about anyone else would have noticed the sexual heat she and Ashlee
had left simmering in the room, but Jessica was so wrapped up in herself
that she didn't even feel it.  Jewel also enjoyed seeing the singer trying
to stuff her tits into her bra, she had the same problem herself sometimes.
But she knew it was about to become a moot point because Jessica wasn't
going to be wearing that bra for much longer.

       As Jessica adjusted herself, Jewel came up behind her and got her
hands on her shoulders.  The Alaskan princess began massaging Jessica's
shoulders and the younger girl tensed up at first from the unexpected
touch, but soon relaxed into it.

       "Mmmmm that feels good," Jessica sighed, closing her eyes as Jewel
relieved the tension in her shoulders.

       "Sit down on the bed sweetie," Jewel urged.  "Ashlee will be out
soon.  Let's catch up.  Oooooh you are tense."

       "Yeahhhhhhh it's been so crazy lately," Jessica groaned from Jewel's
continued massage even as they both sat down on the bed.  "Mmmmm don't
stop.  Ohhhhh yeah that's the spot Jewel...mmmm right there.  Ohhhhh I need
a massage so bad.  This is like the first day I've had in so long to just
relax.  Everything with Nick and my career and all the tabloids it's just
been so so crazy I just need to...mmmmmmm yeahhhhhhh right there!  Oooooh
you're good at this Jewel."

       "I've had lots of practice," Jewel grinned as she thought back to
all the beautiful girls she'd massaged.  Soon she hoped to be massaging
more than Jessica's shoulders and upper back.

       "I can totally tell," Jessica said, her voice almost a moan from
Jewel's touch.  "Ohhhhh wow Jewel, I think I need you to come be my
personal masseuse or something.  I love your touch."

       Just you wait, Jewel thought to herself wickedly, I haven't even
begun to really touch you yet, baby.  Jewel was able to push the straps of
Jessica's bra off her shoulders so she could continue her massage without
giving away her true intentions and she continued her strong, but tender
touch of the singer.

       "Ashlee and I were having a good talk before you came out," Jewel
said, making her move while soft moans continued to pass Jessica's stressed
lips.  "She told me a lot of things."

       "Mmmm yeah?  What'd you talk about?" Jessica asked, not really
paying attention to anything but how good it felt to have Jewel's hands on
her.  She really was stressed out and this was a desperately needed
massage.  Jessica just closed her eyes and let Jewel's hands work her over,
not drawing any intention from her friend's actions other than that she
wanted to relieve the tension in her shoulders.

       "She told me how much she loves you and how she wants to help you
and be there for you," Jewel said softly, increasing the sensuality of her
massage but not going for the prize of Jessica's stacked chest yet.  "I
think she's a little worried about you Jess."

       "She doesn't have to worry," Jessica replied as another happy moan
passed her lips.  "It's been hard.  But I'll be ok.  I just need..."

       "Yeah Ashlee told me what you need," Jewel grinned, unable to help
herself from interrupting.  "She told me a lot of interesting ways she used
to be there for you."

       Jessica tensed up immediately.  What had Ashlee told Jewel?  What
had her little sister done?

       "Wh...what do you mean?" Jessica demanded, her stress level rising
up again even as Jewel continued her massage.

       "She told me everything Jessica," Jewel said, going for it as she
pressed her lips to Jessica's long, pink neck and began gently kissing her.
"She told me what you used to do.  She told me how you used to sneak into
each other's beds and be naughty little girls, kissing and touching and
loving each other.  She told me how she wants to do it to you again and how
much she wants to make you feel good.  She told me how hot it was between
you two."

       "WHAT?" Jessica screamed as she jolted up from the bed.  "How?  How
could she tell you that?  She's lying Jewel!  Don't believe anything she
says!  She's making all that up!  Ashlee!  Get out here!  Now!  Don't
believe her Jewel!  Seriously!  She's just...  mmmmpppphhhhh!"

       That was all Jessica got out of her mouth before Jewel grabbed her
and silenced her cries with a kiss.  Unlike the gentle kisses she's given
Ashlee, Jewel went after Jessica with full intensity.  She forced the
girl's mouth open and when Jessica tried to protest, Jewel cut her off by
sucking her tongue into her mouth.

       Jewel played with Jessica's tongue, massaging it with hers, while
keeping the squirming singer from getting away by reaching up and squeezing
her tits through the bra that barely restrained them.

       When Jewel finally pulled away, Jessica was left completely dazed.
She stood unsteadily on her feet and her face looked like she wasn't sure
whether to slap Jewel or strip off her bra and panties so they could fuck.
Jewel took advantage of this confusion to lean in for another kiss.

       This one was more tender than before.  The first kiss had been
designed just to shut Jessica up, but now Jewel wanted to relax her and get
her into bed instead of running out the door.  Jewel lovingly kissed
Jessica's soft lips and continued to caress her tits through her bra,
feeling the nipples swell against the black lace.  Jessica was obviously
thrown by what happened, but Jewel could definitely feel her respond with
lust and the younger blonde slowly began to kiss her aggressive friend
back.

       "Wh...what's going on?" Jessica asked, continuing to experience her
head spinning daze even after Jewel pulled away from her lips.  "Why are
you kissing me?"

       "Because I want to fuck you Jessica," Jewel grinned.  "I've wanted
you for so long.  Mmmm I wanted you when we performed together but I had no
idea you were into girls so I didn't make a move.  But Ashlee told me how
wrong I was about that."

       "She's lying," Jessica continued to insist.  "She and I...we
never..."

       "Shhhh," Jewel said.  "Don't be afraid Jess.  I'm not going to tell
anyone.  I loved hearing about it.  Mmmmm it was one of the hottest things
I ever heard.  It made me so wet for you both.  I'm totally into girls
Jess.  We all are here and we're going to have so much fun with you both.
You and your naughty little sister."

       Jessica didn't try and deny Jewel's allegations about her and Ashlee
anymore.  She knew it was useless to fight the truth.  But what she seized
upon was Jewel's little confession about what was really going on here.
Suddenly all the talk about girlfriends here made sense.  She just couldn't
believe it.

       "What is this place?" Jessica asked as she tried unsuccessfully to
fight against her longing to feel Jewel's lips against hers again.  She
wanted to kiss her friend.  She wanted to do a lot of things to Jewel all
of a sudden and actually found herself regretting Jewel hadn't made a move
on her when they did the TV special.

       "It's just a place where we can have fun and let our desires run
free," Jewel said before giving Jessica the kiss she so desperately wanted.
"There are no inhibitions here.  Just pleasure Jessica."

       Jewel continued the kiss, pulling Jessica deeper into it as the
younger girl began to overcome her inhibitions.  When Jewel reached around
Jessica's back for her bra clasp and snapped it open, she didn't fight her
off.  Jessica still seemed unsure of herself, though, and she criss crossed
her arms over her breasts when Jewel pulled her black bra off.  But Jewel
was easily able to push them away.

       "Don't cover up baby," Jewel instructed, her eyes lighting up as
Jessica's large breasts were bared to her.  "Don't be scared.  You're going
to love this.  I know you've done it before so don't pretend you're still
some little virgin or anything.  You know what you like and I'm going to do
it to you Jessica...and Ashlee's going to help me.  We're going to make you
feel so fucking good."

       At the sound of her sister's name, Jessica tensed up again.  She
still couldn't believe Ashlee had confessed their secret to Jewel.  No one
was ever supposed to know.  That was the promise they had made each other.
But Jessica was starting to see the advantages of Jewel knowing.  What she
was promising sounded so hot.

       Even though she had pushed her sister away, Jessica had never
stopped loving the touch of women.  Ashlee had made her feel so good when
she had needed it most.  When her hormones and desires were flowing inside
her for the first time and making her feel all these new, strange and scary
feelings about sex, it had been Ashlee who had brought her pleasure.

       Jessica could still remember how much she had loved touching herself
at night with her sister in the same bed.  It was so much better than being
alone and doing it.  She had been able to stare at another beautiful woman
giving herself pleasure and the fact it had been her own sister made it
even naughtier and hotter.  But staring at Ashlee night after night as they
played with themselves only had made Jessica want her more.

       On the night Jessica had lost all control, she hadn't been thinking.
She had only craved pleasure.  Her ass had been sore from the spanking her
father had given her, but her pussy was still wet from the passion of the
kisses the boy had given her and how he had been the first person to ever
touch her body like that.  He had played with her breasts and even let his
hand rub against her between her legs.  It had felt so deliciously sinful
and Jessica had loved it.

       Once she had been given that little taste she had needed to drink
the whole thing, even though she knew she shouldn't and had promised not
to.  She had been left dying for more and she had turned to Ashlee to get
it.

       Without even thinking, she had kissed her sister, wanting nothing
but the feel of anyone's lips against hers to keep the pleasure flowing.
She had been so horny that night that nothing could cool her fires.  She
and Ashlee had kissed and touched each other and it had been so good that
the experience had been seared in her memory forever.

       It hadn't mattered they were sisters.  It hadn't even mattered they
were both women.  All that had mattered was the pleasure and when Ashlee
had gone down on her, Jessica had never loved anyone more than she had her
sister that night.  Ashlee's lips and tongue against her virginal pussy had
been unbelievable and she had brought her to absolute ecstasy again and
again.

       Jessica hadn't been able to stop herself from returning the favor to
her little sister and then doing it with her the next night and the next
and the next...sneaking into bed with Ashlee and licking and kissing and
touching until they fell asleep naked in each other's arms.  Jessica had
needed her sister so badly those nights.  Without her touch and the sexual
release that came with it, Jessica's body ached with need.  Most nights she
couldn't sleep without Ashlee getting her off first.

       She had been committed to protecting her virginity until her wedding
night and Ashlee was the only person who could help her deal with the
raging horniness that pulsed through her veins.  Jessica knew it was wrong
to desire her sister so much and do those nasty things to her each night,
but she couldn't help it.  Ashlee's kiss made her so weak and she couldn't
control herself.

       Even after she finally found the strength to put a stop to things,
Jessica had still craved her sister's touch.  Her time with her best friend
and assistant CaCee, which Ashlee had found out about, had been the result
of her longing for her sister.

       Jessica had felt so lonely and horny and she had needed the touch
her sister used to give her that night.  CaCee had been a convenient
substitute so Jessica could get the touch and taste of another woman
without giving into the incestuous cravings she tried so hard to bury
inside her.

       But even though CaCee had made her feel good that night, it hadn't
been the same.

       Deep down Jessica knew she wanted Ashlee.  It had been so hard to
say no to her in the changing room.  The temptation was so strong and now
that Jewel was touching her and kissing her so sexily, Jessica's last
resolve was cracking.  All the desires she had pushed down and tried to
deny herself were starting to seize control, commanding her to give into
the burning lusts inside her.

       Jessica tossed her blonde head back and moaned wickedly as Jewel
began kissing her tits, flicking her tongue over her nipples and making
them swell with sexual desire.  Jessica tried to find some part of her that
was strong enough to push Jewel off of her.  A part that would grab Ashlee
and get them both out of here before they were turned into total lesbians
or whatever it was Jewel was.

       She searched and searched for resolve and the ability to say she
liked boys and didn't want to do this, but it was not to be found anywhere
in her body.  Jessica felt herself getting wet as Jewel nursed her tits,
sucking her exposed nipples and leaving them stiff and wet with saliva and
that wetness threatened to turn into a flood when Jewel slid her hand into
her panties and began to gently play with her slit.

       "Ohhhhhhh!" Jessica sharply gasped with a deep intake of breath.  It
had been months since her night with CaCee and it felt so fucking good to
have a soft, feminine touch against her pussy again.

       "Mmmm you're getting nice and wet, aren't you Jess?" Jewel cooed.
"Don't fight me.  Give in.  Let me show you how good I can make you feel.
Mmmm that massage was nothing compared to what I can do to your wet little
pussy.  Let's get these panties off you and let me show you what me and my
sexy friends do here."

       Another kiss followed the sexy words out of Jewel's mouth, but this
time it was Jessica acting as the instigator.  She pressed her lips to
Jewel's with a growing passion.  She had never dreamed that today she'd be
making love to a woman, but the touch against her sex could do nothing but
remind her of the ecstasy she had felt before.  She found herself powerless
to resist Jewel's advances.

       Though the tabloids seemed to relish making her some ho on wheels
since her separation, it had been far too long since Jessica had had
anything resembling good sex.  Jewel was making her wetter than anyone had
in a long time and when she pushed her finger inside her Jessica cried out
with bliss.

       "Yessssss!  Ooooooh yessss!" Jessica squealed, her breaths coming in
short gasps as she felt her pussy get penetrated.  She was starting to pant
with anticipation, no longer wanting to struggle away, but rather longing
to lay back and feel Jewel's tongue inside her.

       "You like that sweetie?" Jewel grinned, pushing a second finger
inside Jessica's cunt and loving how the tight lips gripped around her
probing digits tightly and how her juices gave them a slick coating in mere
seconds.

       "Uhhhh huhhhh," Jessica moaned, nodding her head in the affirmative.
She still didn't know how all this happened.  She had been just minding her
business and then...then the pleasure started and what pleasure it was.

       It was what she had been missing for so long and it all felt so
fucking good.  Her brain was in a complete daze, but all Jessica knew was
she didn't want this to stop.  She needed more.  She had to have more.

       Jewel's grin got even wider when she heard the soft mumble from
Jessica's lips.

       "What was that baby?" Jewel inquired, thrusting in with her fingers
a little harder and taking her tongue once again to Jessica's soft, big
tits, lashing against her hard nipples and making them quiver.

       Jessica repeated herself a little louder, but still too softly for
Jewel's taste.

       "Say it again," Jewel instructed.  "Say it like you mean it
Jessica."

       "Oooooooh," Jessica groaned.  Jewel was driving her crazy and she
couldn't help but obey.  She just didn't want the pleasure to stop.

       "Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!" Jessica said again, this time loud enough to
please her lover.  "Fuck me Jewel!  I...I...don...don't know how you're
doing it, but you're making me so wet!  I can't control
myself...I...I...ooooooh just don't stop."

       "It's just like how I learned to give a good massage," Jewel laughed
gently.  "Mmmmm I've had lots of practice."

       Jewel pressed her face in for another kiss and this time it was a
deep, long and wet one.  Jessica closed her eyes and surrendered to the
pleasure of this surprise same sex encounter, letting Jewel's tongue caress
hers.

       Jessica began to tongue kiss Jewel back, letting their tongues slide
together and over and rub together in the way that sent happy shivers
through her body.

       As they kissed, Jewel continued to finger Jessica's pussy, feeling
her wetness turn into dripping as she teased her clitoris with her fingers,
making the younger girl jump slightly and moan deeply into her mouth.
Jewel's free hand played with Jessica's right breast, kneading the fleshy
mound and Jewel found herself moaning when Jessica suddenly began touching
her back, reaching up to softly explore the curve of her left breast
through her shirt.

       "That's it Jess," Jewel moaned when their lips parted for a second,
a strand of saliva keeping them connected until it snapped.  "Touch me.
Touch my body.  Don't be shy."

       Jessica got the message and soon her other hand was at Jewel's chest
too as they resumed their kissing.  Jessica was tentative at first in her
exploration of Jewel's large chest, but she hadn't forgotten how much she
enjoyed the feel of another woman's body and having Jewel's tits under her
hands, especially when her nipples swelled up, fueled her desire for more.

       Jessica kept her eyes closed while she and Jewel kissed and touched
each other's sexy bodies.  She had a thought in the back of her mind that
she was forgetting something, but she brushed it aside only to be reminded
of it a second later.

       "Jess!  How could you?" Ashlee demanded and Jessica's eyes shot open
to see her sister standing at the edge of the bed and staring at her like
the time she had caught her sneaking a look at her diary.  "You'll fuck
CaCee!  You'll fuck Jewel!  Am I the only girl you won't fuck?"

       "I...ummm...errrr...we...this..." Jessica stammered, but before she
could get the words "This isn't what it looks like" out of her mouth,
Ashlee leaned in and covered her lips in a sizzling kiss.

       Jessica gasped again, but unlike in the dressing room, she didn't
push Ashlee away.  This time she just let the kiss happen.  She was too
aroused from Jewel's touch to feel anything but desire for other women,
especially one as beautiful as her little sister.

       "Mmmm now that's what I want to see," Jewel groaned as she lay back
on her bed and began playing with her own tits while watching the two
sisters kiss.  "Put on a show for me girls.  Show me what you used to do to
each other every night."

       That was what Ashlee wanted more than anything in the world and
Jessica couldn't pretend the thought wasn't making her squishy on the
inside too.  Jessica had been afraid to admit her wicked lust for her own
sister was as strong as ever and knowing someone as beautiful as Jewel was
going to watch them make love felt so naughty.

       Out of the corner of her eye Jessica saw Jewel licking the fingers
that had just been inside of her and obviously loving the taste of her
juices.  This only made Jessica hornier and she kissed Ashlee back with
more enthusiasm, exploring inside her sister's mouth with her tongue for
the first time in years.  And it also caused Jessica to notice something
else for the first time.

       Ashlee was standing before her completely naked.

       Between all the kissing and the desire that fogged up her brain,
Jessica hadn't even registered her sister's state of undress and when she
did her eyes got wide.  It had been so long since she had seen Ashlee naked
and the sight of her mouth watering tits all exposed and her dirty blonde
bush so neatly shaped like a little heart had Jessica's pulse racing and
her pussy soaking her panties.

       "I thought you were going to change," Jewel smiled as she got her
first real look at Ashlee's bare body too.

       "I did," Ashlee giggled.  "Mmmm this is the only thing I want to
wear anyway.  I want you both to see my body.  I want Jess to see how wet
my pussy is for her."

       Hearing that, Jessica's eyes couldn't help but drop down to between
Ashlee's legs and she moaned when she saw her sister wasn't lying.  Ashlee
was even wetter than she was.  Jessica could see the sexual moisture
clinging to Ashlee's slit, making it all shiny and it took all her strength
not to just dive in and start licking, just like she had nightly all those
years ago.

       "Then let's see how wet Jessica's pussy is too," Jewel proposed and
Ashlee immediately agreed, ganging up with the older singer and pushing
Jessica flat onto her back.  The two girls then began kissing all over
Jessica's face and massaging her bare breasts, each of them taking one in a
hand and playing with it, as their free hands began to yank down Jessica's
panties.

       "Mmmmmmm yesssssssssss do it...make me naked," Jessica dreamily
sighed, completely giving into her desires.  "I'm so wet.  So fucking wet
for you both.  Ooooh especially you Ash.  My naughty little sister.  Oooooh
you always make me so wet."

       That earned Jessica another long kiss from Ashlee and the sisters
busied themselves making out as Jewel finished the job and got Jessica's
panties off.  Just like Ashlee, the girl was soaking wet with desire
drooling past her tight, pink cunt lips.  Jewel knew her pussy was in the
same state and having these two naked beauties in her bed made her want to
get out of her clothes quicker than ever.

       Neither Ashlee nor Jessica volunteered to help Jewel strip and she
didn't ask them to.  She much rathered they stay as they were, lying next
to each other on the bed and rubbing their big tits together as they shared
forbidden, incestuous kisses.  The two girls passionately made out giving
Jewel a show she swore she'd remember every hot detail of for the rest of
her life.

       After dropping Jessica's brand new panties onto the floor, Jewel
stood up and kicked her sandals off before stripping off her shirt.  Before
the shirt even fell to the ground, Jewel was pushing down her jeans,
leaving her in just panties and a bra.  The two sisters were so caught up
in each other that they didn't even notice Jewel getting naked, which the
Alaskan didn't mind.

       All Jewel wanted to do was gawk at the two girls indulging in their
unleashed lusts for each other's body and her eyes remained locked on their
naked kissing as she reached around back and unsnapped her bra and then
yanked her own panties down with the quick fluid motion of someone who was
used to getting undressed in a hurry.

       Now that she was naked, Jewel dove back onto the bed for an even
better view of Jessica and Ashlee's wicked activities.  The two blondes
sucked each other's tongues and both had their hands playing with the
other's tits, kneading the heavy mounds and moaning wantonly.  Jewel just
lay back and watched. She didn't have to instruct them or anything.  They
already knew just what to do to each other.

       "Oooooh baby, I missed you so much," Jessica moaned as she pulled
Ashlee on top of her, allowing their tits to grind together as they kissed.
"I...I didn't want to admit it, but I've missed what we used to do Ash.  I
missed how we used to make each other feel.  I missed how naughty it felt
to play with you."

       "I've been going crazy wanting you," Ashlee admitted as she made
sure her pussy was planted right against her older sister's.  "I was so
jealous of Nick all those years because he got to be with you and I
couldn't.  He got to kiss you.  He got to touch you.  He got to fuck you."

       When Ashlee said the last part she thrust herself hard against
Jessica, grinding their wet cunts together and making the both of them
shiver and moan with ecstasy.

       Ashlee had longed to be with Jessica like this again for so long.
There had been so many lonely nights when she had fucked herself to sleep,
with only her memories to fuel her arousal.  Every time she had worked up
the courage to speak her lustful heart to Jessica she had been rebuffed or
had lost her nerve, but Ashlee had never stopped hoping they would end up
like this again...naked and wet in each other's arms.

       "Nick was never as good as you," Jessica confessed.  "He never made
me come as hard as you did Ashlee.  Ooooooooooh I'd forgotten how good you
kiss.  Mmmmmm I'd forgotten how good you look naked and how hot you make
me.  How you always made me want to be naughty and slutty with you."

       "I was so mad at you for stopping our fun," Ashlee said, all the
feelings she had pent up inside herself spilling out, while she continued
to grind against Jessica, pushing their wet slits together and forcing
their pussy lips make out just as passionately as their other lips had
before.  "I was so fucking jealous.  I hated Nick for having you and I
hated you for not wanting me like I wanted you.  But now I have you Jess
and I'm never letting you go this time.  I'm gonna fuck you so good you're
never going to want me to stop."

       Ashlee scooted down slightly, pulling apart their pussies, so she
could bury her face in Jessica's tits.  Ashlee's hands lock