Disclaimer: This story is a total work of fiction and no part of it is in any way supposed to represent real life. The author is in no way Implying that Britney Spears or Kathryn Bigelow would ever be involved in any activity that is portrayed in this work of fiction. This story consists of fictional consensual lesbian sex between two women and is therefore only suitable for adults and will not be suitable by those who would find such fiction offensive. The story is based around the fictional memoirs of a very well-known female celebrity television show presenter.
BURGUNDY (Britney Spears/Kathryn Bigelow)
Britney Spears may come across as some kind of archetypal, fully-in-control celebrity, but the reality is different. Sure, she's a media whore when it suits her and nobody could deny she's mildly obsessed with keeping her face in the public eye, but if you're willing to look beyond the surface there lays a vulnerable and lonely person, whose life is not as far removed from that which could be deemed `normal' as one might think.
I'd become very close to her. What started off as a journalist/celebrity relationship had morphed into something far more human: We'd become friends, and genuine friends at that, and it was that friendship that paved the way for me to discover the real truth about the secret lives of Britney Spears, much of which was based around the ongoing 2-year relationship with film producer Kath Bigelow, best known for her work in the Oscar winning blockbuster `The Hurt Locker.'
Bigelow was everything Spears wasn't: Confident, assertive, and in-control - and most importantly - happy. Even though she had a gangly, and almost manly appearance, she was still hugely attractive, and for whatever reason it intimidated people: She wasn't intimidating: People were intimidated by her, and for the bright, intelligent, and hugely ambitious Bigelow it was nothing more than something else to use to her advantage as she navigated her way through the notoriously tough world of film and movies.
It seems inconceivable that either would be attracted to the other, but there was an almost instant connection between the two that was possibly built on nothing more than trust, and certainly wasn't built on any sexual attraction. Although they were both bisexual they met totally by chance: By sheer coincidence Bigelow was using the same recording studio as Spears whilst overseeing the editing of a film score, and Spears was actually doing nothing more than killing time and basically using the studio as nothing more than `somewhere to go.' Whilst always friendly and cordial, over the course of a week they'd said nothing more than hi and bye, and it was only when Spears heard Bigelow arguing with a producer that they actually conversed properly for the first time.
`What is it with these fuckin morons,' an exasperated Bigelow said to Spears after she'd retreated to the sanctuary of the outdoor smoking patio.
I know,' Spears replied as she lit another cigarette, It's the one thing that pisses me off no-end, in as much as, they're producing music without an ear for the music I want, and it really bugs me.'
Absolutely,' replied Bigelow, But anyway, how's things with you?'
Yeah, good thanks,' replied Spears, I'm just trying to brainstorm some ideas really, I'm far too creative to just sit still so I thought I'd just try and get some stuff down on paper.'
Well I hope it goes better for you that it has so far for me,' Bigelow replied, I've had enough for today, I'm going to relax and treat myself to a pedicure.'
Ok, cool' Spears replied, It was nice talking to you.'
Likewise' said Bigelow, We should do coffee sometime.
Bigelow got up and walked back towards the studio.
`Burgundy' said Spears
`Pardon:'?
Burgundy' said Spears, Your toes. They'd look good in burgundy,'
Errr, ok' said a slightly bemused Bigelow, Burgundy it is.'
They both laughed and went their separate ways.
Bigelow laughed again, this time to herself, as she replied `burgundy' when asked at the nail salon what color she'd like on her toes. She was glad she'd got to speak with Britney Spears, if for no other reason than to find out the public perception of Ms Spears really didn't mirror private: She liked her vulnerability and couldn't help but notice that Britney was almost shy, nervous even, but not in an awkward way, just the way of an intensely private person and that was an irony that wasn't lost on Bigelow: The private Spears versus the public Spears. It was cute to her and she chuckled as her toes were pampered and finished in the applicable color.
They both laughed when they saw each other a couple of days later: Ha Ha' laughed Spears as she cast her eyes over the flip-flopped feet of Bigelow. It suits you.'
I always aim to please' was the reply, and anyway, it's my turn now -- red.'
Red on these toes?', You're kidding right? I'd have to stop biting them first,' she laughed.
You're gross,' Bigelow said, but anyway, red.'
She meant it as well. She knew it was the very earliest stages of flirting, even if Britney didn't, but she'd read the stories about Britney and she knew she'd sleep with women in the right situation and that in turn caused Bigelow to doubt herself in a kind of role reversal. Sure she was confident, but was it even worth daring to think Britney Spears would sleep with her? She was 57, she was `old,' and surely she wouldn't be Britney's type, and that was it. She dismissed it as quickly as the thought entered her head, and that was fine with Bigelow: It wasn't as if she'd fret about it but at the same time she knew she wouldn't even be thinking this way if she wasn't interested...
As those thoughts coursed through the Bigelow mind, Spears was getting comfortable in the beauty salon she'd had attached to her house:
`Red' was the reply she gave to the question posed by the manicurist.
Spears didn't give Kath a second thought, it was fun. After the manicurist had done her best to tidy up the ragged and severely bitten Spears finger and toe nails, Spears fucked her boyfriend Jason. She loved the sex they had and this was no different, they were just a good match in that department and she knew she'd never tire of feeling the ropes of warm cum invading her mouth and throat: It was good sex, wholesome even, and it was what she needed and she craved the naked body of Jason, even it were to just be wrapped in his embrace. Sex was good and there were no boundaries: She knew she'd met the guy with whom she really did want to settle down with and she was happy to surrender to him. She loved being pushed around during sex, but not in a particularly violent way, she just enjoyed being a woman and she was turned on by a strong man. As usual, the sex was good that night and the normal role play scenarios were enacted by Jason and Britney, culminating in him dumping quite a big load in Britney's throat as he knelt at the side of her face whilst constantly asking her why her pussy was `empty' and how cool it would be if another guy was fucking her. It wasn't that either of them actually wanted another guy on the scene but it was a huge turn off for both of them and it always ended in the same way: Drifting off to sleep about 2 mins after Britney had gorged herself on yet more cum.
Kath didn't see Britney for a few days and if truth be told, she hardly thought about her at all. She threw herself into her film score and concentrated fully -- as usual -- on work. About a week later their paths finally crossed, and for Britney it was an unhappy time. The papers were buzzing with the false and malicious gossip surrounding the allegations that Britney wasn't that good of a Mother, and although it was untrue, Britney was understandably distraught. Bigelow instinctively recognised the red eyes: They were eyes that had spent a fair time crying and she could sense the despair. They discussed the situation and two hours later were still discussing it:
`Let's eat' declared Kath,
`Sure' Britney replied.
They ended up in a small Italian restaurant in Santa Monica. It wasn't a top end place but that kind of suited the mood because the venue didn't matter. Britney needed some moral support and Kath wanted offered that support, it really was no more complicated than that.
They ordered their food and sipped their wine. Kath was desperate to lighten the mood: `I'm impressed that you chose red for your toes, even if it has got more chips than a 99c store dinner plate.' They both laughed hysterically and the mood was duly lightened.
I know' Britney said, I was laughing as they were being done because I knew you'd laugh when you saw it but we didn't see each other. I saved it for you,' she laughed, and wondered how the fuck they had got into such a bizarre conversation in the first place and also wondered how much flirtation was involved on Kathryn's side. She wasn't sure what was going on but she liked it, whatever it was.
Come back to my place if you want,' said Kathryn, almost in an easy-come, easy-go way. Up to you. We can make it a grown up slumber party but don't get too messy' she teased, `I know what you're like when you're drunk.'
I plead the fifth' Britney replied, and whatever you heard is all lies.' They both laughed and ordered a taxi.
The taxi ride to Malibu was uneventful, aside from the teasing that filled the 15 minute journey. Britney had taken to calling Kathryn Mom' because of her age and Kath's stock reply was: You'll be begging to look this good at 58 when you're 50,' and it worked because Britney always agreed. By this time Kath was finding it harder and harder not to make a pass at Britney, and the only reason she didn't was because she was respectful of their friendship. She had no problems in being rejected, she really didn't care, and she'd either been rejecting people for work or rejecting the advances of countless men and women on set all their life. It pretty much seemed there was an endless line of men and women who wanted to sleep with Kath, be it because she was famous, or because she had such a great body at 58, so rejection wasn't an issue.
The friendship was. She liked what they had. She loved the fact Britney was great fun, trustworthy and willing to talk about just about anything. She also loved her humour. She adored the fact that Britney had had her very short toe nails painted red on Kath's instruction and she knew she wanted to take it further but she realized it had to be the right time and place.
Kathryn lived in a beautiful penthouse apartment but it wasn't as opulent as one might think for a millionaire movie director. It was tastefully furnished and there was the hint of art everywhere, whether it is movie posters or paintings and sculptures. The décor was a pale lilywhite that was almost calming in its effect and Britney was totally relaxed as she slid back into the deep recesses of a beautiful leather couch as Kath came back from the kitchen with a bottle of Champagne and two glasses.
Two hours and bottles later, they were still chatting away like two schoolgirls and nothing was off-limits. It was easy and it was relaxed and by now there was a definite subtle sexual tension, even though neither had told the other of their attraction, but the chemistry was so thick you could cut it with a blunt knife. Kath was desperate to test the waters. Britney was sat in one corner of the sofa with her legs up on the cushions and Kath was sat at the other end, and with Britney's legs bent her feet were just touching Kath's knee.
`Wow' said Kath, these toes need painting and it's my choice...RED!' Britney laughed as Kath went out to the bathroom and came back with a bottle of nail polish remover, some cotton wool and a bottle of blood red nail polish.
Come on tramp, time to smarten you up,' teased Kath as she put Britney's feet on her lap and proceeded to remove the gnarly chipped polish that was still there. Britney didn't really say anything, other than to say Kath was always welcome to paint her toes if that's your thing,' on the basis Britney didn't have the patience, hence the condition of the battered pedicure.
My thing' said Kath, You'd be shocked at a few of my `things" she continued.
`Try me,' said Britney,
`Nah, I don't wanna scare you off jackass,' giggled Kath.
She started applying the polish, trying really carefully not to make a terrible job of it but it was useless. Due to the amount she'd drunk, coupled with the very short and viciously bitten toenails it was impossible so she conceded defeat. Fuck this,' said Kath, this really isn't going to work' and she laughed as she packed the stuff away. She came back with some baby oil: `I'll massage them if you want, put them here,' and she guided Britney's feet back to her lap. She poured some baby oil on her toes and feet and started to massage.
`That's great,' Britney said in a very understated way.
Kath sat there for a minute as she massaged, making up her mind whether this was the time to throw caution to the wind and to make a move. Her heart was racing. She was half drunk, sat on her sofa with a woman she wanted to take to bed. She was attracted to Britney and she was desperate for it to be mutual. Kath stared at Britney's feet as she massaged them. They were gnarly and uncared for with visibly bitten nails, in much the same way as her fingers, but Kath loved it. It was trashy to her and she loved the thought of fucking this trashy little pop star.
For the next 45 mins Kath massaged Britney's feet as they talked about everything and nothing, it was just idle chatter really but it was comfortable, with Kath all the while trying to summon up the courage to make a discreet move. By this time she was working her fingers from Britney's ankles to her knees and back again, over and over and over, magically working her calves and legs, as they shimmered in a baby oil glow.
She decided it was time to get bolder. Without warning she moved her hand beyond Britney's knee and worked the oil right up the inside of her thigh to practically one half of an inch of her panties and well beyond the border of the hem of Britney's summer dress. In what seemed like an hour, Kath waited a couple of seconds for a reaction. There was none. Britney just lightly grunted an approving noise and continued to enjoy her treat with her eyes closed, whilst every now and again being drawn into small talk. Emboldened by this, Kath continued and even poured some more oil on the inside of Britney's thigh, she was gaining confidence by the second and decided this was the time.
In one swift movement Kathryn knelt over Britney with a knee at either side of her midriff and put her hand around her neck and pulled her mouth to her own, kissing her. Britney pulled away and leaned back and looked at Kath, silently asking to be taken to bed.
What took you so fuckin long,' asked a giggling Britney as she ran her hands through Kath's hair and making a ponytail for easier access. I was wondering how long it would take for us to get where we are right now.' And as if to reinforce her need she said: I want this,' and in a slightly more forceful tone said: sit back and open your legs'
Kath was pleasantly taken aback and did as she was told, her short little cotton summer dress riding up to her thigh.
Britney then traced her still oily toes along Kath's thighs, every now and again very casually and lightly scraping her toes across Kath's panty concealed gash. Britney was in her element now. She knew Kath was hugely attracted to her feet and she had no clue why but at that moment it was irrelevant, but Britney still couldn't help in teasing the heck out of the situation. By this time Kath was in no mood to dance around words and innuendos and staring hard into Britney's eyes said casually: `If you carry on doing what you're doing I'm going to flood these panties and your toes with cum and to be honest, I'd rather dump that in your mouth.'
You're a fuckin shit liar' Britney replied, Why would you waste your juice on my mouth when you can coat these cute toes of mine,' and before the words had hardly escaped her mouth she moved her toes into Kath's mouth and within 3 seconds had returned to her open legs, only this time it was directly to the clit and there was nothing gentle about this love making now. She put the tip of her toe on Kath's clit and rubbed, almost skilfully, but powerfully and vigorously. After about ten seconds she stopped, realizing Kath was almost beyond the point of no return. `Take them off,' said Britney as she poked at Kath's panties with her bitten toe nails. Kath needed no more prompting and quickly removed the offending garment to reveal a smooth, wet and aching mons. Britney continued to stare into Kath's eyes fiercely as she first rubbed her clit with her toe and then actually penetrated her swollen damp cunt.
That was as much as was needed. Kath inevitably exploded and released wave after wave of cunt juice, spraying Britney's feet and ankles. Her orgasm subsided, Kath simply looked at Britney and said: `Can I take you to bed babe?'
Britney smiled and just said: `Of course,' and hugged Kath before they attempted to stand. Kath ran her hands across Britney's rib cage, cupping her breasts and nuzzling her neck. She smelled so good to Kath, like coconut. They briefly kissed and walked hand in hand to the bedroom, cancelling any romantic protocol and simply undressing themselves for speed and clambered into the huge bed. The softness of Britney's lips and the sweetness of her smoky breath and the rough velvet of her tongue as it caressed was intoxicating to Kath and she couldn't get enough. She supported herself by her arms over Britney and looked at her breasts. Her nipples were puckered and hard and resembled cigar stubs waiting to be sucked, they were genuinely larger than average and Kath was almost mesmerized, as if in a trance, she adored just looking at them and pinching them occasionally. The perfect soft roundness filled her hands and she pulled a nipple deep into her mouth via her lips and sucked and licked, caressing the other nipple with her thumb. Britney said virtually nothing in her heightened state but it was obvious she was in another place, a town called ecstasy. She was making little noises, almost whimpering, but there was no doubting the induced pleasure.
Kath traced her collarbone with her tongue, intermittently biting the massive aroused nipples. Her nipples were a dark rose against her creamy skin, and Kath licked every inch as she lifted her soft blond hair off her neck and kissed her again.
Kath moved her hand to the baldness of Britney's cunt and easily slipped three fingers inside what seemed like a well. She lightly caressed the inside of her, almost sizing her up, before -- without warning -- rapidly pushing and pulling in and out, whilst almost unnoticed, managing to scoot down to a position whereby she was on her knees at the mouth of the river for greater and harder access. With three fingers pounding in and out at a furious rate it was obvious this wasn't going to last long. Even though she was almost beyond the brink, Britney managed to incoherently warn Kath she was a `squirter.' It was a statement made with the best intention: Whilst she was no longer in a rational state she still managed to have the forethought to warn Kath of the impending wave, mainly because she didn't want this beautiful, almost butch 58-year-old to be caught off guard. She needn't have worried.
At a machine gun rate, Kath viciously pumped her fingers in and out whilst making sure she pumped the g spot on every inward thrust and it was inevitable the impending explosion would be huge. In a world of her own and amid a cacophony of sound, Britney unleashed wave after wave of honey all over Kath's grateful face and breasts as Kath surepticously placed Britney's big toe inside her own pussy as she knelt in front of the juicy explosion. For both it was almost beautiful. Britney was drenching a woman she was hugely attracted to in cum and Kath was being sprayed with honey by a woman she was absolutely in lust with.
Panting and breathless they subsided into each others embrace in silence, not because they had nothing to say but because for the moment they were emotionally and physically spent. They gently kissed as they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each others embrace, surrounded by the unmistakable smell of fantastic sex.
`Red' murmured Britney.
`Burgundy' said Kath, laughing quietly, and asleep they fell.
To Be Continued.