I started writing this with the intention of submitting just one story. However, I see the potential for subsequent chapters. If I don't write them, don't hate me. If I do, I hope you enjoy those, too. This is in no way meant to defame Britney Spears's name or her character. It's a complete fantasy, though based slightly on my own life and job. I know it's long, but this is for the romantics that want more than "wam bam, thank you ma'am" to their stories.
When I was hired into the catering staff at the local arena, I was completely unaware of the perks that came with the job. It turns out that once you have gained a few months of experience, you are able to cater for the celebrities when their concerts roll through town. Now, I'm not one to brag about this aspect of my job, because so far I've only worked with the likes of Good Charlotte and New Found Glory. Not until recently have I had cause to really discuss the goings-on of the backstage area.
My second-ever concert catering gig happened to be for Britney Spears. I'm sure many of us have had some fleeting sexual thought over the pop singer at one time or another, but my passion for the star had been over the top since I saw her sexy cover for Rolling Stone magazine, clad only in her underpants. This had inadvertently stirred feelings inside myself that I had never really taken notice to, since I had solely focused on gaining the attention of boys, as do all college girls. I was confused by these new feelings, and yet I knew exactly what I wanted.
Despite my utter excitement at getting to wait on Britney Spears hand and foot, catering to her every whim, I was actually heartbroken. I am meant to be a professional at my job, which translates as "don't talk to the stars unless they talk to you and don't bother them for picture or autographs, they're there to relax before the concert." And with that thought in mind, I headed out from my dorm and across town to the arena.
After passing through the obligatory security check at the back gate and having my ID checked twice for validity, I finally got into the arena's backstage area. I find my boss, get my official "working" backstage pass and get sent to the catering room to clear tables while the crew of the show has their supper. It was about two hours until show time when Britney herself showed up for dinner after the crew cleared out to do final preparations for the show. Of course, I blended into the walls, as I am to do unless I need to clear a plate or fetch a soda. To my surprise, once Britney had helped herself to the buffet and sat down, she acknowledged my presence with a polite, "Hello," to which I blushed and managed to nod in return.
This was much to her amusement as she laughed and said, "What's your name? Amber?" she says after glancing at my nametag. "Well Amber, no need to be so professional and just-so about everything, I'm not planning on turning in any complaints about you not doing everything perfectly."
"Thank you Ms. Spears," I replied cautiously.
She set down her fork and laughed again, slipping into that sweet Southern drawl. "I thought I told you to drop the formalities? Just call me Britney."
A bit amused myself, as well as relieved that I wasn't going to be walking on eggshells all night around this pop star, I graciously thanked her.
"Please, have a seat, I'm sure you've been on your feet all day," she said, gesturing towards the seat across from her. Even though I had only been at work for an hour and my feet were quite all right, I accepted the offer, excited to have the chance to maybe get to know her.
"So," she began, noticing my uneasiness about starting a conversation, "Tell me Amber, how old are you?"
"21," I answered, starting to relax a bit, knowing she, too, was 21 and this could turn into some sort of common ground for a conversation. "You're 21, too, right?" I ventured.
"Indeed I am. Was your birthday all it's cracked up to be?" she asked me.
"Well if going to Applebee's with your parents and grandmother for supper is how 21st birthdays are meant to be, then yes!" This apparently struck her funny bone, as she started cracking up.
"Sounds like you really partied it up then! That's ok though, partying isn't really that big of a deal anyway, as I'm sure you know by now." Indeed I did know by then, I never have had much taste for alcohol or smoke-filled clubs. I liked how she seemed to be reading me like a book, sort of like she could read my thoughts. Hopefully she couldn't read all of them.
Our age was definitely a great jumping off point for us to become acquainted. Not only were our partying days behind us already, but we were both striking out equally in the dating field; me from focusing so much on college, she from never being in one place for more than a week at a time. To my shock, she also disclosed to me that it had been months since she'd been close to anyone in any way. I did hope she didn't notice my ears turn red.
She was also fascinated about my stories about my college professors and the often-amusing activities that happen in a classroom if you pay attention to other students instead of the professor. Apparently, she missed not having the experience of going to college like other people our age. After telling me she was going to spend the week in town to relax before flying to her next show, she asked if she could tag along to one of my classes. What is a girl to do when Britney Spears wants to follow her around for a day? I definitely did NOT reject her request.
The conversation eventually fell into an uncomfortable silence and Britney checked her watch. "Shit! I need to hit wardrobe, I'm on stage in 30!"
The sudden outburst shaking me out of my serene little bubble, I stammered to reply, managing to say, "OK nice chatting with you, good luck!"
"Thanks, great meeting you! I'll find you after the show, don't disappear!" she said as she rushed out the door. And with that, she jogged out the door and around the corner to get back to her dressing room.
After waking myself fully from my dream world, questioning if I'd really just had a girl-to-girl chat with THE Britney Spears, I managed to clear away her dishes without dropping a single fork – that is, until someone ran past the catering room, shouting, "Thanks again for the girl talk, Amber!" It startled me so much that I dropped the two plates and glass that I was carrying, dropping it with a loud clatter to the floor. I spun around, having not really heard what was yelled, expecting to get to release some tension by yelling at a new non-catering employee that hadn't yet learned not to be boisterous backstage. However, when I did turn around, prepared to launch into a verbal attack, it was in fact Britney, who had stopped at the door once she realized she'd made me drop the dishes. Instead of a verbal assault, I managed to smile and pretend like I'd meant to drop them.
"Oh! Oh I'm sorry Amber I didn't mean to scare you, I guess I should have realized you'd be cleaning up and wouldn't expect someone to run past like that yelling at you," Britney apologized as she rushed in to help me pick up the broken pieces of china. We both ducked down to start picking up, but unfortunately we timed it just right and we ended up head butting each other at full speed, setting both of us on our asses and into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, both of us holding our heads.
"Ooooh...damn...my bad, I sure seem to be bad luck for you tonight, making you drop your dishes and head butting you like I'm Dennis Rodman or something."
"Don't worry about it Britney, don't worry we have 2000 more plates in the kitchen. I don't know about my head though! I can't really replace it!" By now my previous inhibitions about being myself around Britney had gone by the wayside, and my sarcastic comments set her laughing all over again. "Don't you need to be on stage like...now?" I reminded her.
"Oh shit, yes! Thanks!" With that, she hopped back to her feet and offered her hand out to help me up, which I happily accepted. She pulled me back up and held onto my hand for what seemed like a second longer than one normally would, and I felt a fingernail scratch the underside of my wrist ever so slightly. Was that a wink? No, she didn't wink, must have a piece of glitter in her eye. Both of us noticing the sudden silence and tension, we dropped our hands and bid each other hasty goodbyes just as I heard the music volume rising to an earsplitting level and she sprinted off. Minutes later I heard the crowd erupt into a roar. It made me shiver, remembering that odd moment we had just shared, and knowing that she was now in front of 20,000 screaming fans that wanted to be near her – and I was the one that got to be closest.
I've worked many a boring, endless, tedious night at wedding receptions and corporate banquets, but never had a night passed so slowly. Once the concert starts and everyone's busy keeping the show running, the catering staff has nothing to do, so I use the access keys and my backstage pass to watch the concert from the side of the stage behind the audience barrier (another perk of the job!). Watching Britney dancing, gyrating, and tossing her hair was getting to me so badly that I had to sit down on the cool concrete floor to let myself clear my head and calm down. I glanced back up when the music to the current song ended and caught her looking straight down at me. She'd jumped offstage for a wardrobe change and 5 minute break while her dancers filled the time. I know I broke into the stupidest silly grin when I saw her, but Hell I didn't care. I couldn't help but notice she had broken out in a sweat all over her body and was panting from her heavy dance performance.
"Hey, enjoying the show?" She asked, once again offering her hand to me to pull me up to my feet.
"Yes absolutely, it's great, you're an incredible dancer," I managed, truthfully wanting to tell her how incredibly sexy she looked up there in her belly-baring halter top and torn up jeans. But instead she was standing in front of me, looking incredibly sexy in her belly-baring halter top and torn up jeans. Again I couldn't hold back my grin. I noticed she was still holding my hand. She noticed this time, too, but this time we didn't let go and laugh nervously. Our eyes locked, and we just stared at each other, neither of us knowing what to make of it. I know we both felt it, I could see it in our eyes – we both felt the same rush of electricity when our eyes met. I squeezed her hand slightly, and she smiled in response. Yes, she had felt it, too. "Oh no! I've distracted you again, I'm going to make you late on stage tonight if it kills me!" I said when I snapped out of our moment, hidden from the mass of screaming teenagers by a thin curtain. She laughed and scampered off to her wardrobe change.
"God," I said to myself as I pulled a couple chairs in from the hall to watch the remainder of the show, "what the hell is happening?" I sat down and propped my feet up on the extra chair, half daydreaming and half watching the brilliant performance in front of me.
Finally, the show came to an end, and I was relieved when she only gave one encore. I felt I couldn't wait a moment longer to get to talk to Britney again. I stood up when I saw her walking down the stage stairs – she was making a beeline straight for me.
"Awesome," I said. "Just fucking awesome, Britney."
"Thanks, all in a night's work, right?" she replied jokingly. "Hey I'm going to take a quick shower and get into some normal clothes. I know you said you're not much into the partying scene, but I'd like to take you out for a drink to make up for that headache you probably have, right? I've had one all night." I hadn't even noticed. My head was indeed throbbing slightly where we had crushed our skulls together earlier that evening.
"What? Oh! Yeah sure, that'd be fun. I need to finish my shift and have a shower myself. I refuse to hit a club wearing this penguin suit." Indeed that's our uniform, full tuxedo, minus the jacket.
"You don't want to go out looking like that? Oh but you look so cute that way!" she said as she straightened my bowtie. I hoped she was joking. At the same time, I wanted her to be telling the truth.
In any case, I shrugged it off. "OK, I'm on the clock until 11:00, find me when you're ready to go, I'll be...around," I said, perhaps a bit too flirtatiously as I turned to get back to work. I wanted her to be the one to be left wanting more this time.
Surprisingly, 11:00 rolled around quickly as I had plenty to keep me busy. At 11:00 on the dot, I felt a tap on my shoulder while I was punching out. Signing my name to the employee sheet just a tad slower than necessary, making myself wait to lay eyes on what was sure to be an amazing site. After I crossed the final T, I turned around, finding myself unexpectedly close to Britney. She smelled of Herbal Essence and peppermint. She had her still-wet hair pulled into a ponytail and was wearing glasses, something that added even more sexiness to her, if that's even possible. She was wearing a light pink baby-T that was probably smaller than even a baby-T is meant to be – so tight that I could see the slight outline of her bra running across her breasts. Did she see me look? No...no she didn't. If she did, she didn't say anything. She'd also slipped herself into a pair of white capris. They hugged every curve of her incredible body. Heavenly.
"Hey, you ready to go?" she asked.
"Yep. I still need to shower and change though. Is it OK if we stop by my dorm first?"
"Yeah that's cool, I've never been in a real college dorm anyway."
"Well dear you're not missing much!" Sadly I wasn't lying. Even though I lived in the campus's "Ritz Carlton" of dormitories, it's not much to look at.
It wasn't until we were in the parking lot that we realized we hadn't decided just how we were getting anywhere. Suspecting she didn't have any form of private transportation available, I spoke up so she didn't have to. "Well it's not a Benz, but it gets me from point A to point B!" I said as we approached my "hot" Grand Am.
"Oh don't worry about it, a car's a car, right?" she said. I got in and reached over, unlocking her door. I couldn't help but watch out of the corner of my eye as she sat down, catching a glimpse of a light pink border along the top of her white panties that peeked out when her pants slid down a bit. I think she caught me looking that time, as I noticed her blush just a tad and pull up the back of her pants once she sat down.
I started up the car and made an instant dive for the radio, realizing I had been listening to her not-yet-released new single on full volume. No need to create an uncomfortable situation right? After getting the mix CD onto a non-Britney song, I relaxed a bit and took off towards my dorm. The entire drive through campus she was asking questions about what that building was for and what were my classes like. I pulled into the parking lot and we grabbed the elevator to head up to my room. She was apparently impressed by our glass-walled elevator and overall "grownupness," as she put it, look of the dorm. We got to my room, thankfully my roommate was nowhere to be seen.
"Go ahead and have a seat. My computer is on if you need to check your e-mail or anything," I said as I stepped directly into my bathroom, eager to hit the town with my new pop star acquaintance. Nothing ever feels better than a shower after a long night running around at work, and I was torn between enjoying a nice long shower or rushing it. I settled on the former, realizing I hadn't shaved my legs that morning and I did not particularly want to feel like sandpaper if things turned in that direction. "That's a big "IF," I thought to myself. Halfway through my shower I realized that Britney was at my desk, probably using my computer. I remembered that my copy of Rolling Stone with Britney on the cover was lying on my desk, and the current desktop background was indeed of Britney in various stages of undress. "Shit," I said out loud as I rushed the rest of my shower and dried off quickly, throwing a towel around myself as I stepped out of the bathroom in hopes of perhaps distracting her attention before she noticed. Unfortunately, I was not in time. "So you got the magazine, huh?" she asked rhetorically, holding up my copy of Rolling Stone.
"Yeah you know, I read it for the articles," I said, making a reference to the common excuse for people buying Playboy magazine.
"Haha, yeah I'm sure you do. Tell me Amber. I did happen to check my e-mail, and I couldn't help but notice your background there. Are you like some hugely obsessed fan?" She eyed me a bit worriedly, her fingers resting on her cell phone.
"What? Oh! Oh, no, no no not like that at all. Sure, I enjoy your music; I like most kinds of music. That's all." I stammered, trying desperately to not say something wrong.
"Oh, I see. And your desktop?"
"Britney, we kind of know each other now, can I be honest with you?" I asked, deciding now is a good a time as ever.
"Yes, of course." She sounded less concerned, but I still heard an edge to her voice.
"I just really think you're gorgeous and I liked the pictures and wanted to be able to see them whenever. That's all." I knew I had blurted it out like an imbecile, and I felt my face flush red. I braced myself for a slap in the face.
"Really?" she said, almost sounding a bit breathless. "I'm flattered; no one has ever said that to me when I felt they really meant it. Thank you." With that, she stood up and crossed the room to me, as I realized I was only wearing my bath towel. She didn't seem to take much notice; her eyes didn't leave mine for a moment. And in that moment, without any pause for warning, she leaned in to me slightly and placed the softest, feather-light kiss on my lips.
I was completely taken aback. Never had I expected something to happen between us. I had hoped, but never expected! Then again, it was just a kiss, right? Maybe she kisses all her friends like that. God, I hope that wasn't the case. She smiled as she pulled away and I felt her fingers tug lightly at my towel. I grabbed it instinctively and she laughed. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed so we can get out of here?"
I snapped back to reality. "Oh! Yes, yes you're right, we should get going!" I grabbed a pair of jeans and a top out of my closet and the new sheer black bra and panty set I'd been waiting to wear for the perfect occasion. I think tonight more than called for it. I got dressed hurriedly in the bathroom and ran some gel through my hair so I wouldn't have to waste time drying it. Finally satisfied with how I looked, I stepped out of the bathroom. "Alright I'm ready, let's go!" I grabbed my purse and Britney and I headed back downstairs to my car.
I pulled up to the parking lot exit and stopped. "Why'd we stop?" Britney asked me, looking a bit confused.
"Well, where are we going? You're buying, so you're choosing," I reminded her.
"That's right, it's my treat. How about we go toooo...Applebee's?"
I laughed at the fact that she remembered my preference of quieter bar & grills to smoke-filled clubs. "Alrighty then, to Applebee's!"
Luckily, most of the supper crowd had dispersed by the time we got there; we didn't have to wait for a table. The hostess did a double take when Britney and I walked in, but she shook her head. Typical small town mentality, I could see it run through the girl's mind – "no one famous is going to show up around town, even if they have a concert...as if they'd stick around here!" I smiled slightly and nudged Britney, to which she responded with an equal jab. I saw the same look pass over many of the customers as we walked to the back of the restaurant to our table. We made small talk over our drinks until our mozzarella sticks arrived, which we both enjoyed happily. She hadn't eaten since before the concert, and I'd missed supper altogether. We fell silent while we worked on not making a complete mess of ourselves with the melting cheese and marinara sauce, but unfortunately, she fell victim first. She didn't seem to notice that she had a tiny dot of sauce at the corner of her mouth. Seizing this very open opportunity, I reached across the table to dab it off with my fingertip. She stopped midsentence when I touched her, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flashed through her eyes. I froze, too, when she turned her head slightly, her lips brushing the tip of my forefinger before parting slightly. I felt a shiver run down my spine when her tongue flickered across my skin. I pulled my hand away slowly, holding her gaze. For that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the room.
"Are you ready to get out of here?" she asked me, looking straight into my eyes. I simply nodded in return. She dropped a $50 on the table and got up, surprisingly taking my hand and leading me out of the restaurant. Back in the car, we took off, back to her suite at the hotel as she suggested. Her excuse was that she rarely had anyone her age to talk to and she didn't want to spend the night alone in a hotel. When she placed her hand over mine on the gearshift, I highly doubted that sheer conversation was her sole reason for inviting me to her hotel room. My heart raced as she squeezed my hand gently.
At the final stoplight before the turn to her hotel, I turned to thank her for the drink but before I was able to, she leaned across the console and kissed me full on the lips. My racing heart skipped a beat. This wasn't the same light, friendly kiss she had given me in my room; this was a warm, passionate kiss. The initial shock fell by the wayside when I felt her tongue touch my lips, which parted eagerly for her soft tongue. The horn blaring behind the car jolted us apart. We laughed as I drove through the intersection and around the corner into the hotel's rear parking lot.
I waited behind Britney, my hand resting casually on her waist while she dug out the key to get into the hotel, looking around and spotting a few girls sitting on the hood of their car as they realized who was entering the hotel. I saw a number of camera flashes go off before we finally got inside where I dared slip my arm fully around her waist, and turned around to see a reporter snapping pictures sitting in a car by the door. We hadn't even noticed him until she turned around to wave at what she thought were only fans. We looked like deer caught in headlights I'm sure.
"Shit," she whispered. "I hope you don't care about being in a magazine."
"Heh, well it's been my lifelong goal," I said.
We looked at each other, and looked back at the photographer, still snapping away – and we both flipped him off before turning and heading to the elevator to get up to her suite.
Once in the elevator, Britney swiped her key to let us up to the exclusive upper level, and she leaned back against the wall next to me for the ride up to the 11th floor. I felt her fingers entwine themselves with my own and I lifted her hand to my lips, kissing it softly before pulling her face to mine to kiss her, giving her the same passionate but gentle kiss she had given me earlier in my car. She turned her body into mine and pressed herself against me, both of us falling into a hot, loving kiss. Our bodies were so close that I couldn't tell whose heart was beating faster. It was electric.
The elevator came to a stop and we looked sideways from our kiss, noticing her bodyguard who was stationed in front of the elevator. She immediately burst into a fit of giggles as she dragged me out into the hall. "Hey Raymond, this is Amber, it's ok for her to be here right?"
After looking back and forth between the two of us for a moment, he broke into a wide grin. "Well I suppose she is, you seem to have given her your approval already!"
She started leading me down the hallway to her room at the end and she turned around to say, "Good, because I would be a terrible hostess if I kicked her out now! Right?" she added as she turned back to me.
"Absolutely terrible," I said, nearly leading her down the hall, eager to finally have some real privacy with Britney.
I slid my arms around her waist, standing behind her while she unlocked her door. Not being able to resist her bare neck exposed to me so invitingly, I bent down and kissed the side of her neck, nibbling and sucking on it, savoring the taste of her skin. I sensed her pause a moment before opening the door and leading me in. I held onto her waist, kicking the door shut behind me while I moved my lips to the other side of her neck. I felt her shiver and lean back against my chest, reaching around me to lock the deadbolt on the door. I smiled to myself as I moved my lips down to the top of her shoulder...she didn't want anybody interrupting this either. My hands moved over her hips and down the sides her thighs, dragging my fingernails up the front of them until my fingers were grazing over her bare stomach. A moan escaped her lips and she turned around in my arms to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck and looking into my eyes.
"You know," she started. I could feel her fingers scratching the back of my neck lightly. "It's been quite awhile since I've been with anyone."
I removed her glasses, not wanting to bump them off on accident and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear that had slipped out of her ponytail. "I know, you told me at dinner."
She smiled. "You're right, I did. I guess what I meant to say was that...I've never really done anything more than kiss another girl, and that was just a dare at a party in middle school. I guess I'm just a little nervous."
I kissed her lips softly before replying, "Don't worry, you're not the only one that doesn't know exactly what she's doing."
She seemed to relax a bit at this, and so did I. I had been a bit worried that this was a common occurrence for her, and I didn't want to be competing with other girls. Britney leaned in and kissed me, this time having no reason to stop, we lost ourselves in the kiss. I ran the tip of my tongue over her bottom lip, gaining the response I wanted. Her lips parted, letting my tongue slip into her mouth to find her own. I let my hands slide down from her waist slowly, brushing over her bare lower back before daring to move one down to her gorgeous ass, the other holding the back of her neck. She darted her tongue into my mouth, taking turns exploring each other's mouths, each of us trying to be closer to the other.
The growing passion between Britney and I helped wash away my nerves, even though I could not believe I was in this situation with the most beautiful and sought after woman in the world. I let my hand slide over the curve of her ass and moved it between her legs, pressing my fingers against her pussy. I could feel the heat through her pants, and it was even a bit damp.
Britney bit my lip when I touched her and I jerked my hand away, not wanting to move too fast for her. "Why did you stop?" she asked, looking up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.
"I thought you wanted me to."
She laughed. "Are you serious? No I don't want you to stop, you just surprised me, that's all, I hope I didn't hurt your lip!"
I flicked my tongue over the sore spot on my lower lip, tasting a hint of blood. "Oh I think I'll survive," I said as I reached up and teased her nipples that were visibly straining against her tight T-shirt. Britney closed her eyes as I stopped to lift her shirt over her head, both of us sighing as I ran my hands over her bare skin. It was hot to the touch, but I saw her shiver. I bent down to kiss her neck, my tongue grazing over her warm skin, moving my lips down her neck and shoulder, eliciting appreciative moans from her. My tongue slid down into the valley between her breasts and she reached behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra as I pulled it down off her arms.
I took my lips away from her skin so I could look up into her eyes as I teased her hard little nipples with my fingertips. She smiled at me and placed her hand on the back of my head, urging my lips back to her skin. I happily obliged, kissing one of her nipples before flicking my tongue over it. Britney moaned and leaned back slightly, I felt her grip tighten in my hair, pulling me closer. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue, letting my teeth graze it slightly. I reached up with my other hand, not wanting to ignore her other breast, tickling it gently with my nails before massaging and playing with the nipple, feeling it harden beneath my fingers. I moved my lips to her other nipple, not wanting to give them unequal attention. She shuddered when I licked it, catching her off guard. Britney's breathing had significantly quickened, and I knew she was getting more pleasure out of this than most girls would, I'm sure. Her nipples must be incredibly sensitive.
I ran my fingers across her bare stomach, slipping them below the waistband of her pants. Her hips jerked slightly at my touch. She wanted it, and she wanted it bad. I took my lips off her nipple and kissed her again, devouring her mouth as she pulled me backwards with her until she hit the foot of the bed and she had to sit down. I felt her hands slide up my legs and under the bottom of my shirt as she pulled it off. Britney reached behind me and unhooked my bra, lifting it up to expose my breasts. She happily returned the same treatment I had given her own breasts. The sensations her lips were sending through me were almost too much to bear. I pulled the tie out of her hair to let it flow down her shoulders, so I could run my fingers back through it. I'd wanted to see just how soft her hair was from the first time I saw her on MTV, and I was not disappointed by the real thing.
I knelt down in front of her, causing her to pout, as my breasts were no longer within reach of her lips. She broke into a grin, though, when she saw my hands move up to unbutton her pants, pulling the zipper down slowly. I saw the same white and pink panties that I had caught a glimpse of earlier in the car show up when the front of her pants opened. My mouth watered at the sight, and I had to swallow hard to stop myself from drooling. I tugged at the top of her pants and she lifted her hips up, allowing me to slide them over her hips and down her thighs. She kicked her sandals off and I pulled them down to her ankles and completely off. Her legs were absolutely gorgeous, a testament to her years of dancing.
I could smell her arousal and it only made me hungrier as she ran her fingers back through my hair. "Amber please, I need you tonight." The desperation in her voice melted my heart. I leaned down and kissed the tops of her thighs as she opened her legs invitingly. I could see a significant wet spot on her panties and I reached for it with my fingers, massaging it, pressing into her slightly through her panties, teasing her. Her hips bucked under my touch and she moaned. I couldn't take it anymore; she was begging me to taste her. I took my fingers away from her and pulled her panties off, revealing her noticeably wet, perfectly trimmed pussy.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, giving her one last chance to decide if she really wanted it.
"Yes, oh God yes I want it, I need you babe."
That was all the more encouragement I needed. I nudged Britney's beautiful thighs apart further, pulling her swollen lips open with my fingers, her wetness leaking out of her opening. I looked up into her eyes and leaned down, running my tongue up the length of her pussy to her engorged clit, circling it with my tongue slowly. Britney groaned and fell back on the bed, pushing my head closer between her legs. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue, making her hips buck every time I touched it. I held her hips down with my hands and ran my tongue down, slipping it inside her pussy, tasting her juices that were flowing freely now.
"Amber don't stop, please don't stop, oh God." Britney was begging me again. I could never stop, even if I'd had the desire to do so. I slid my tongue in and out, fucking her slowly with it as she tried to push herself further onto my tongue. I let go of her hips and moved my tongue back to her clit, sliding two fingers inside in its place, giving her what she wanted. My lips sucking on her clit as my tongue teased it in my mouth, my fingers pumping into her pussy, quickening my pace when she started grinding her hips back against me.
I pushed my fingers into her harder, feeling her pussy squeezing around them slightly. I knew she was going to come soon, her moans were getting louder by the second. I let go of her clit to blow on it gently, making her squeal in delight before flicking my tongue against it quickly.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" She was screaming it and I felt her pulling on my hair. I hoped the security guard in the hall was enjoying it, too. I looked up to see her face. Her entire body had broken out into a sweat. Her hips bucked against me fast and I felt her pussy contract around my fingers. Both of us were moaning as I watched wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. I nearly came, too, from watching her orgasm.
"Ohhhhh fucking Christ...oh my God...oh my God..." she repeated, coming down off her incredible high.
I let my fingers slip out of her soaking wet pussy and climbed onto the bed over her body to bend down and kiss her lips, letting her taste her own juices off my lips.
"Amber...that was incredible. I've never come like that before. It was so perfect...wow." She was still panting.
I blushed a little at the extreme compliment. "Well, a woman knows what a woman needs, right?"
"God, absolutely." She pulled my face to hers again, kissing me deeply as I moved to lie down next to her, running my fingers over her body slowly. I could worship her body forever, it was so incredibly perfect. "Should we see if I have the same woman's intuition?"
I smiled at her and nodded, pulling her body onto mine as I rolled from my side to my back. She didn't spend the time teasing me like I had done to her. Hell, I didn't care, I didn't need it. I didn't know if I would be able to hold back once she touched me.
Britney kissed me once more, tugging my lip between her teeth before moving down my body. She pulled at my pants and I lifted myself up to let her pull them down, taking my new black panties with as she went. I ran my hands back through her hair as she lay down between my legs, looking up at me for a moment, making me wait just a little.
"Please..." is all I had to say. Britney leaned down and pushed her tongue inside me. I gasped from the sudden, unbelievable stimulation. I saw her smile at my reaction and she went to work. She slid her fingers over my clit and started rubbing it, pressing on it as she tongue fucked me. I don't know how I held off for the time that I did; I knew I didn't want the night to end. I felt the bed moving from more than my own movements. I looked down to see Britney playing with her pussy with her free hand. It was too much for me. She was as horny as I was and wanted it just as bad. The hardest orgasm ever rocked through my body, nearly making me pull away from her mouth, but she grabbed my thigh and held me close. I heard her moaning and felt her shuddering, too, and I knew she was coming with me. It only made my own orgasm more intense. It was too good to be true. And I was high as a kite as I saw her lift her head up, licking her lips.
"Fuck, talk about intuition," I said as I started to catch my breath.
"It was ok?" she asked, completely serious as she moved up to lie down next to me.
I laughed. "Are you kidding me?" I couldn't believe this woman who was the best at everything she seemed to do was doubting something she did. "Brit, it was fucking amazing!" I leaned over to kiss her, both of us basking in our incredible afterglow.
She smiled and kissed me back before sitting up and going into the bathroom and coming back out with a couple bathrobes, tossing one to me. "Put that on, I'm going to call for room service and have the linens changed. I don't really want to fight about who has to sleep on the wet spot, do you?" I laughed. I knew what she meant. There wasn't so much as a wet spot as a wet AREA from the two of us.
I went to the minibar, grabbed a couple bottles of water for us, and sat down at the table with her as she called up room and maid service. When she was off the phone, she got up from her chair and sat down, straddling my lap to kiss me again. I kept my hands on the exterior of her robe, not wanting to start something we wouldn't be able to finish before we would be interrupted. She kept trying to nudge my hands where she wanted them, but I kept slapping her fingers away. It tortured her and I knew she loved it. Soon enough, though, a knock came on the door.
"Who is it?" she asked, sounding a bit too annoyed I thought.
"Room service Ms. Spears. You called a bit ago?" I heard a male voice respond.
Britney seemed to have forgotten for the moment. "Oh! Oh yes, I'll be right there!" She jumped off my lap and ran to the door, unlocking it to let room service in, followed by a maid with fresh linens.
I did a double take at room service. I knew I recognized that voice! It was my exboyfriend. We'd broken up because he was jealous of how much I talked about wanting to be with a girl, that girl namely being Britney Spears. I spun around in my chair to pretend to look busy with the hotel menu, but I couldn't help myself. I got up and walked over to Britney who was digging through her purse looking for cash for a tip, looking at Mike the whole way until I caught his attention, being sure he recognized me. He did. He opened his mouth to say something, but I saw his eyes go back and forth between Britney and me, noticing our matching bathrobes, and the maid changing the bed. He closed it again as I slid my arm around her waist and kissed her neck, surprising her as she was focused on her purse.
"Mmmmm...Amber give me a minute to catch my breath, would you?" she said, and laughed. I stood back up and blew a kiss at Mike.
"Say, Brit, I'd like you to meet someone."
"Hmm? Really who?" she said, finally finding the cash that had fallen out of her wallet and turning around, placing my arm back around her waist.
"Britney, this is my ex, Mike. Mike, this is Britney. Spears," I said, content that I was truly rubbing it all in his face for being a jealous asshole.
Mike blushed as Britney handed him his tip. "Yes, pleased to meet you," he said, his face now beet red.
"What's wrong Mike?" I asked. "Jealous?" I thought steam was going to come out of his ears. Britney and I were both trying not to laugh. I had told her about Mike when we were getting acquainted at her dinner, but I hadn't told her just what he had been jealous of.
He threw the folded money back at me and spun on his heel, thankfully leaving the service cart behind. We both burst out laughing.
"You told me he was jealous, you never told me why!" she said, once she had composed herself a bit.
"I didn't think it to be an appropriate moment to tell you he broke up with me because I wanted to fuck you." I heard the maid who was putting the finishing touches on the bed say something under her breath. She probably hadn't realized the reason for the change of bedding until now.
"Yes, I suppose you're right, I just might have slapped you." I looked a bit taken aback. "Or maybe I would have kissed you." She laughed.
As she waited for the maid to finish, I set up our midnight snack on the corner table. I noticed she gave the maid the tip intended for Mike, as well as an additional equal tip. "Damn, lucky maid," I thought to myself, "but not as lucky as me," I added as an afterthought.
After our meal, we stripped off our robes and slid into the fresh, clean, and most importantly, dry, sheets, snuggling up close to each other.
"I'm glad I met you tonight," she said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "I was ready to give up on relationships altogether. I had no idea it could be so great and that I could feel so connected to someone."
I raised my eyebrows, surprised (and happy) that Britney was considering what we had going was a relationship. "Well, I'm glad I met you tonight, too." I paused. "You felt a connection, too?" I indeed had felt one, but doubted she felt the same. My heart raced as I thought of the possibilities of this new discovery.
"I knew it! I knew you felt it, too, I could tell you did, I could feel it between us." She was talking fast, I knew she was excited. "This might sound dumb but I really feel like a new and better person when I'm with you, and I know I don't even know you very well yet but maybe we can change that right? I'm here for the week, I want to see you whenever you can, is that ok? If it's not, I'll understand." Her voice fell, she was expecting the worst.
"Britney, I'd like nothing more than to spend every moment for the rest of my life with you."
She looked at me as if I was about to say "but." I didn't.
She squealed happily, kissing me passionately. Soon she had our kiss turning into something more again, as she pulled my hand between her thighs that were wet again.
"This woman is insatiable!" I thought, more than happy to cater to her requests. It was, after all, my job. I wasn't on the clock anymore, but who needed a paycheck?