Title: Jessica Alba and Her Girl pt. 1 Author: EV
Summary: Jessica Alba and Valarie Rae Miller get closer
Disclaimer: The intimate female/female action between Jessica Alba and Valarie Rae Miller in this story is a complete figment of my imagination. This fantasy implies nothing about the sexuality of Jessica and Valarie. Since the show is mentioned, I should say Dark Angel is the creation of James Cameron and Charles Eglee and produced by Cammeron/Eglee in association with FOX.
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I am planning more stories as a sequel to this one. -------------------------
It was a Saturday. Jessica kissed Micheal good-bye as he took his son to see his mother. They traded off weeks with the child. When he was there it was fun to play mommy and wife, prove to Mike she wasn't just some silly little teenage girl. But when he left, they got to be that young couple in love. She should have been satisfied, except she wasn't, not anymore. It wasn't that Mike was any different, it's just that they had reached the "comfortable" stage in there relationship and everything was just the same ol, same ol and she wanted more.
She was glad to be hanging with Val today. Much like Mike, Val and her own relationship had transferred from on-screen on Dark Angel to off-screen so easily. Every chance they got, they worked out together. She never admitted
to Mike how much she loved seeing Val all hot and sweaty.
Today they had been running and decided to stop at Val's house after, Val had undressed right in front of her and too her own surprised seeing the sexy brown beauty in her birthday suit had made her hot. Then she offered to share the shower, conserve water. She said there was no need in wasting water and they could wash each other's backs. Jessica felt her body get more that a little excited at the invitation, but she dismissed the thought
and tried not to stare at all as she undressed herself.
Val was already in the shower when she stepped in. The first thing she saw was soap rolling over the other woman's taunt nipples. Her breast were firm
and full. She tried not to look any further as she began to wash.
"Wash my back?" Val asked.
Her voice had a deep sort of purr to it sometimes. Sometimes on set when she was pretending to flirt with some girl, there was this "come hither look" that made her want to cum. Did she really think that--no they were just friends. But somehow being so near the fantasy when she was playing Max and Val was playing Original Cindy, made her think about it. Jessica rubbed across her back all the way down to her round butt. But she wouldn't
wash that low, wouldn't even touch it. The image of cupping the two solid cheeks in her hands, maybe even kissing them, was to much of a temptation.
"Now you," Val said, feeling that Jess had stopped. Jess turned and Val began washing her back. Val noticed a bruise on her lower back. "Is this from that stunt you did last week?"
"Yeah," Jess said. Val rubbed her hand across it, gently. She couldn't hide
her shiver.
"Damn them for messing up this perfect little body," Val said as her hand traveled lower, cupping one of Jess' cheeks in her hand, briefly. Then washing her back as she was suppose to be doing in the first place.
They didn't say much of anything else as they finished their shower in silence.
Afterward, Jess sat in the living room trying to rationalize things. Val hadn't actually cupped her ass, why would she? They were friends, that was it. She picked up a magazine with Val on the cover. She heard Val come in, but didn't look up from the magazine, she wasn't ready for eye contact yet.
"That's the only covers I get, lesbian magazines, unlike you miss glamor girl."
"Oh come on, everyone knows you're hot."
"The black press pretty much ignores me too. When's the last time you've seen Original Cindy advertised under blacks in Television? I don't matter until they start talking about gays in television. Then comes the big question, are you gay? And I'm like, does it matter? It's all bullshit. I guess it's for the best though, I go work and I get to go out in the street
without being too noticeable."
Jess put down the magazine, ready to assure her she was talented and then she saw Val didn't have a stitch of clothing on. Not a towel, anything.
"Val, I don't mean to be rude, but--"
"I like to air dry. Wrapping up to fast makes me feel all icky. Don't you ever walk around the house naked?"
"No," Jess replied. "But usually I have company."
"I'm sure Mike wouldn't mind. Do I make you uncomfortable?"
"No--no"
"Yes it does, I'll go put on a robe."
She got up to leave the room.
"It's your house," Jess yelled. "You shouldn't have to change for me."
"Well technically, I'll not changing. I'm putting something on."
"You don't have to, I mean it's not like there's -- You have a beautiful body you know."
"Really," Val said looking at herself, running a hand over her own body, making Jess short of breath. "Well it's not as beautiful as yours."
"You have to be kidding," Jess said. "You're just--"
Val studied her for awhile. "Jess, you ever think about touching me?"
"I--"
Val walked over to her and sat next to her.
"It's okay," Val said. "We're friends."
"Mike--"
"We don't have to tell him."
"I'm not, you know, gay."
"I told you," Val said. "It's all bullshit. It's just sex and desire and bodies and heat and lust, it doesn't have to be a black and white issue." Val's hands were caressing her own breast, and despite herself Jess wanted to suck on her nipples like a little baby. She tried to resist the urge to lick her lips, but lost the fight. "I want you to touch me. I want to touch
you, just like this. I'm all wet thinking about it."
Her hand hand traveled downstairs and Jess sat transfixed as it traveled down to her dark V. She watched Val caress her own pink clit, fascinated more than she could say. She tasted her fingers. "I'm so hot just sitting her with you, but I wish you would touch me."
Her heart beat was racing. Val took her hand and she didn't fight it as she
greeted the other woman's wetness. The Val kissed her. The voluptuous Valarie Rae Miller kissed her. Jessica didn't fight it one bit. She let her
hand be guided by Val's until she understood the other woman's body, what made her wriggle, what made her gasp. Each reaction of pleasure made her more and more confident, more and more on fire.
"You fuck me so good Jessica," Val whispered as Jess moved down to her breast and took the taste she had been waiting for. "Yes, suck on me like a
little baby." Val said.
Jess was lost in passion, feeling out each reaction in her friends body. She had never felt so in control. So she dared to move father down her body, to suck on her friend's clit, it drove her Valarie crazy. Val begged for more, soon she had three fingers up inside her friend as she clawed the
side of the couch.
"I have to cum, I have to cum," she began to mumble. "I'm--"
She never finished. Jess was right there lapping it up, as she climaxed. Then Val kissed Jessica, tasting herself on Val's lips.
"You were so good baby," Val said.
"When can we do it again?" Jess said.
"Whenever you want," Val said kissing her deeply. "Whenever you want."
End part one.