Disclamer: This is a work of fantasy fiction. It's not meant to infer that the real life actresses are gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Please do not read unless you are 18 years old or older.
Sigourney and Winona Part II
by
Danny Ocean
Alien Strain was in the can. The producer threw a large extravagant wrap party at his house, high in the Hollywood hills. It started at 7:30. The grips and technicians showed up early to get a jump on the booze. The cast members wandered in between eight and eight-thirty. Winona arrived alone and cheerful. She wore a tight black dress off the shoulders. The first thing she did was scan the crowd for Sigourney. She bit her lip as her eyes wandered. Did the cast and crew know about the sweet liaison with her co-star? She couldn't see her and wasn't about to go searching, so she poured herself some champagne and proceeded to hug everybody. She was very nervous and realized that she was overdoing the sincerity. They know I'm acting, she thought. I mustn't look blue.
She gave the producer the biggest, longest hug of all. Her cheerfulness was less forced the more she drank. The producer was in mid-sentence when something caught his eye. "Here she is!"
Winona had a mouthful of brew when she turned around and saw Sigourney. She did a Danny Thomas spit take.
Sigourney was stunning. Her coal-black hair hung in shaggy curls. She wore a white evening gown. On her arm was a handsome man around her age wearing a black tux.
When Winona saw that Sigourney had brought a date, she blushed deep crimson. She rushed upstairs to the bathroom hoping she didn't see her. She locked the door and stood looking at herself in the mirror. The tears started to flow as she said, "You're a fool. An absolute fucking fool." Her head dropped and she cried into her open palms.
"Where is she?" Sigourney asked the producer.
"I don't know. She was just here. Maybe she's in the bathroom. Oh, here she is."
"Winona," Sigourney said. "I'd like you do meet David St. Clair. David, this is Winona."
"Well, hello there," said David as he shook the hand of the smiling, red-eyed girl. "I've seen a lot of your movies and enjoyed them all."
"Why, thank you." It took all of her strength to smile.
"Let's go get a drink," Sigourney said to David. She smiled at Winona. "We'll see you later."
Winona sought the champagne and a much larger glass.
The house was very loud and animated. Everyone was in their own conversation and found it necessary to talk louder to be heard. The costume designer and one of the lighting grips started playing the piano and singing. Some others joined in or just laughed. Winona sat in a chair and became an oil painting. She just drank and stared at Sigourney.
A few hours later, Sigourney left David's side and went upstairs to visit the loo. Winona emptied her glass and followed. She stood waiting outside the bathroom door. When it opened, Sigourney was not at all surprised to see her standing there.
"Oh, so you've got tired of staring at me and now you're following me."
"Please don't look at me that way. I'm upset."
"Let's go in here," Sigourney said taking her into a bedroom. When the door was closed she said, "I want you to quit staring at me. Everyone is noticing. Didn't you bring a date?"
She sniffled back tears. "A-a date? No. I thought that we were."
"All right, look. I had a really good time with you at your home, but we have to be realistic about this. We have careers. We don't want to jeopardize what we've worked so hard for. I don't want to get a reputation as a-a.."
"I don't want that either, but.
"But what?"
The tears were really flowing now. "But. You don't want to see me anymore? You don't want to.see me? It felt so good to hold you and be with you. What we did was--?"
"What we did was a mistake."
"Oh, no," Winona said angrily. "You're not going to say that. Not after I.not
after I made you scream with passion! I drove you mad with desire!"
"All right, all right. I did enjoy the sex."
"You loved it!!!"
Sigourney started to smile. "C'mere." Winona fell into her arms, weeping on her chest. "Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh."
"You're a lot stronger than me," Winona said weeping softly. "Even when we did our opening scene together. You were stroking my face and my heart was beating so fast. You were in control and I wasn't."
"All right," Sigourney said gently petting her hair. "All right, my sweet poppet. So, we'll go downstairs and I'll ask for everyone's attention and I'll say, `Winona and I are getting married.' And they'll all raise their glasses in a toast and applaud."
Winona started to laugh. She lifted her tear-stained face and looked at Sigourney who said, "I'll do it. If that's what you want."
"I just want you to come home with me tonight. And be with me. Just me."
Sigourney lifted her chin and kissed her. Winona moaned. She kept her mouth closed, deciding that tongues would ruin the moment.
There was a presence in the hall. The doorknob was turning. Sigourney quickly grabbed Winona's arms and pushed her away. The door opened and David popped his head in.
"Well, I guess this isn't the bathroom," he said.
"The bathroom's right next door," said Sigourney.
"Everybody's wondering where you are. Is everything all right?"
"It's OK. She's had a little too much to drink and doesn't feel well. I'm going to take her home."
"Well, you're coming back, aren't you?"
"Actually, no. She lives all the way over in the valley and I'll probably be too tired to drive back. I'm sorry."
"Well, how will YOU get home?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe I'll take her car and bring it back tomorrow morning."
"Well," "Don't" "But" "I'll" "We'll" "OK"
The producer's house was constructed in such a way as to allow our two heroines to escape unnoticed. Sigourney insisted on driving.
Traffic was light on the Hollywood freeway. Warm wind filled the car. "So, what does David do?" asked Winona.
"He's a producer. We may be working together. Although, considering the way I treated him tonight."
"Is it important? Did I screw things up?"
"If it was important, I wouldn't have LET you screw things up."
"Can I touch you?"
Sigourney stared at the road ahead, the wind whipping her hair. She felt like she was sitting on a fence without a clue of which way to jump. She enjoyed the company of men. She always had. And although she was an accomplished actress, she was still a woman in a man's world. If she suddenly became known as a closet lesbian, producers would stop seeking her for film roles. Leading men wouldn't want to appear opposite her. However, there was no denying the fact that Winona's body made her a little crazy. That sweet little girl gave her the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. "I think we both need some coffee."
It was twenty degrees hotter in the valley. They took the Coldwater Canyon exit and stopped at the first 7-11 they came to. Winona was staring at Sigourney as she fixed herself a large coffee to go.
"You're doing it again," said Sigourney in a sing-song voice..
"There's no one here to notice."
The pimply-faced, bespectacled rat boy behind the counter was staring at them.
"Here. Drink some of this. You're still a bit tipsy." They walked to the counter.
"Will that be all?" asked the rat-faced boy, his voice cracking.
"Let me have one of those Slim Jims," said Sigourney.
"Is that to satisfy your oral needs?" asked Winona, sipping the coffee.
The counter boy started vibrating.
"How'd you guess?" said Sigourney. "I'm not complete without a hunk of meat in my mouth."
The counter boy accidentally knocked the box of Slim Jims to the floor. "I'll have to ask you ladies not to sexually harass the help."
"What?" said Sigourney.
"I reserve the right not to serve you if you use profanity," he said with a shaky voice.
Winona embraced Sigourney from behind and started kissing her neck.
Sigourney was cool. "OK, forget the Slim Jim. Here's a fiver. Gimme my change."
"One large coffee to go?" said pimple boy, operating the register.
"Oh, God that feels so good," said Sigourney, her eyelids fluttering. She removed Winona from her neck and gave her a deep soul kiss.
"H-Here's your change," he said, his arm trembling. He was trying to ignore his lumpy crotch.
Winona broke the kiss. "Oh, please. Let's hurry."
They walked briskly to the car. "You drive," said Sigourney.
"Why?"
She gave Winona a sexy half smile. "Because I want to touch you."
Winona pulled out of the parking lot and headed south on Lankershim. They were still a good twenty minutes from her house. So, for the duration of the journey, Sigourney decided, with diabolical calculation, to torture Winona to madness, to drive her to the brink of orgasm again and again without letting her climax. She gulped down the rest of the coffee and threw the cup out the window. She gently grabbed Winona by the head and eased her tongue into her ear. She licked until she heard her lover emit a groan of passion. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel. And don't speak."
She slowly pulled down the front of Winona's dress, exposing her lovely breasts to the night air. She caressed them, fondled and massaged them. She bent her body so that she could lick her sweet nipples. Her saliva flowed freely as she slurped each delicious rosebud. "I love your tits." Her hand was slowly climbing up Winona's leg. "I once heard of a woman (suck) whose nipples were so sensitive (slurp), that she was able to have clitoral orgasms (lick) simply by breast feeding her baby." Her hand sneaked up Winona's dress and found a smooth satin barrier. Sigourney started sucking really hard on her nipples as her fingernail lightly scraped the fabric of her satin panties.
Winona was finding it difficult to concentrate on her driving. She spread her legs as wide as she dared. Her lover's stimulation was overwhelming. Her open mouth was filling up with drool. Her eyes were glazing over. Her breathing was getting louder and faster. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. Then she felt Sigourney's lightly rotating fingertip on the front of her satin crotch. She was loosing control fast. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." She was going to come very soon. Her breath was expelled in gasps and gulps.
Suddenly, Sigourney stopped the sex play. Winona let out a horrible groan of frustration. And that's how it was for the rest of the journey. Foreplay, stop. Foreplay, stop. At one point, Sigourney said, "I suggest you drive as fast as you can because I'm not going to let you come."
When they pulled into the driveway, Winona pulled up the front of her dress and staggered out of the car. She walked bow-legged up her porch steps as if in a trance. Sigourney helped her. She cupped Winona's face in her hands and said, "Oh, you poor baby. You look terrible. I'm going to have to put you to bed right away."
The pent up sexual excitement had taken its toll on Winona. Her zombie movements were stiff. She took off her dress the way Harry Houdini took off a strait- jacket. Her panties were soaked. When they were both nude, they got on the bed. "I need to come so bad. Please. Please," begged Winona. Sigourney used her thumbs to spread apart Winona's slick, drooling labia. She clamped her mouth on it and licked and sucked, licked and sucked. Winona growled through clenched teeth as her lover ate her. Her first orgasm shook the bed. Sigourney spread Winona's legs apart as far as they would go and continued her oral manipulations. Winona shrieked her approval. Three, five, seven.ten consecutive orgasms wracked her flailing body. Drool ran out of her mouth and down her neck. Her glassy eyes were the eyes of the catatonic. Her throat uttered guttural commands to her lover. She sighed, groaned, moaned, grunted and screamed out her passion.
Sigourney drained her. Winona was a rag doll. She lay there panting like an exhausted dog. Sigourney was extremely wet. She wanted to mash cunts. So she sat in between Winona's spread legs. They made improvements on their positions until they looked like two pairs of scissors trying to cut each other. They yanked on each others legs, thrusting their vaginas together. Sigourney came twice in this position, Winona once. They changed positions again so they could kiss for a long time.
They both lay there sweating with their arms and legs intertwined. When they finally caught their breath, Sigourney said, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm afraid to say the wrong thing. I'm afraid I'll drive you away again."
"Oh, sweety. You didn't drive me away. I was just so confused by our first.encounter. I felt like everyone was watching us. I imagined my career coming to an end."
"Your work is the most important thing to you, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"So, where are we going?"
Sigourney thought for a moment, then said, "Your body drives me wild. I love making you come. And you do things to me that no man ever did. However, I won't give you a commitment. We'll continue to see each other on a temporary basis. We'll meet if and when we can. If I'm busy on the set of a movie, you're absolutely forbidden to call me. No one must know about this. Do you agree to all that?"
"Yes."
They both found the energy to get up. They put on bathrobes and made popcorn and coffee. They made themselves comfortable on Winona's sofa and began to channel surf. There wasn't much on at 3:15 in the morning. They finally settled on Beavis and Butthead. They sat there laughing and eating with the popcorn bowl in Winona's lap. Sigourney had her arm around her shoulder, occasionally stroking her neck.
When a commercial came on, Winona cut the sound. "I suppose I shouldn't say this, but I really need you."
Sigourney stared at the screen.
"Do you need me?":
"Yes."
"Do you love me?"
Sigourney continued to stare at the television. "No. I don't."
"I love you."
"Turn up the sound, please."
Beavis and Butthead chuckled incessantly.
March 1999
Disclamer: This is a work of fantasy fiction. It's not meant to infer that the real life actresses are gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Please do not read unless you are 18 years old or older.
Sigourney and Winona Part II
by
Danny Ocean
Alien Strain was in the can. The producer threw a large extravagant wrap party at his house, high in the Hollywood hills. It started at 7:30. The grips and technicians showed up early to get a jump on the booze. The cast members wandered in between eight and eight-thirty. Winona arrived alone and cheerful. She wore a tight black dress off the shoulders. The first thing she did was scan the crowd for Sigourney. She bit her lip as her eyes wandered. Did the cast and crew know about the sweet liaison with her co-star? She couldn't see her and wasn't about to go searching, so she poured herself some champagne and proceeded to hug everybody. She was very nervous and realized that she was overdoing the sincerity. They know I'm acting, she thought. I mustn't look blue.
She gave the producer the biggest, longest hug of all. Her cheerfulness was less forced the more she drank. The producer was in mid-sentence when something caught his eye. "Here she is!"
Winona had a mouthful of brew when she turned around and saw Sigourney. She did a Danny Thomas spit take.
Sigourney was stunning. Her coal-black hair hung in shaggy curls. She wore a white evening gown. On her arm was a handsome man around her age wearing a black tux.
When Winona saw that Sigourney had brought a date, she blushed deep crimson. She rushed upstairs to the bathroom hoping she didn't see her. She locked the door and stood looking at herself in the mirror. The tears started to flow as she said, "You're a fool. An absolute fucking fool." Her head dropped and she cried into her open palms.
"Where is she?" Sigourney asked the producer.
"I don't know. She was just here. Maybe she's in the bathroom. Oh, here she is."
"Winona," Sigourney said. "I'd like you do meet David St. Clair. David, this is Winona."
"Well, hello there," said David as he shook the hand of the smiling, red-eyed girl. "I've seen a lot of your movies and enjoyed them all."
"Why, thank you." It took all of her strength to smile.
"Let's go get a drink," Sigourney said to David. She smiled at Winona. "We'll see you later."
Winona sought the champagne and a much larger glass.
The house was very loud and animated. Everyone was in their own conversation and found it necessary to talk louder to be heard. The costume designer and one of the lighting grips started playing the piano and singing. Some others joined in or just laughed. Winona sat in a chair and became an oil painting. She just drank and stared at Sigourney.
A few hours later, Sigourney left David's side and went upstairs to visit the loo. Winona emptied her glass and followed. She stood waiting outside the bathroom door. When it opened, Sigourney was not at all surprised to see her standing there.
"Oh, so you've got tired of staring at me and now you're following me."
"Please don't look at me that way. I'm upset."
"Let's go in here," Sigourney said taking her into a bedroom. When the door was closed she said, "I want you to quit staring at me. Everyone is noticing. Didn't you bring a date?"
She sniffled back tears. "A-a date? No. I thought that we were."
"All right, look. I had a really good time with you at your home, but we have to be realistic about this. We have careers. We don't want to jeopardize what we've worked so hard for. I don't want to get a reputation as a-a.."
"I don't want that either, but.
"But what?"
The tears were really flowing now. "But. You don't want to see me anymore? You don't want to.see me? It felt so good to hold you and be with you. What we did was--?"
"What we did was a mistake."
"Oh, no," Winona said angrily. "You're not going to say that. Not after I.not
after I made you scream with passion! I drove you mad with desire!"
"All right, all right. I did enjoy the sex."
"You loved it!!!"
Sigourney started to smile. "C'mere." Winona fell into her arms, weeping on her chest. "Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh."
"You're a lot stronger than me," Winona said weeping softly. "Even when we did our opening scene together. You were stroking my face and my heart was beating so fast. You were in control and I wasn't."
"All right," Sigourney said gently petting her hair. "All right, my sweet poppet. So, we'll go downstairs and I'll ask for everyone's attention and I'll say, `Winona and I are getting married.' And they'll all raise their glasses in a toast and applaud."
Winona started to laugh. She lifted her tear-stained face and looked at Sigourney who said, "I'll do it. If that's what you want."
"I just want you to come home with me tonight. And be with me. Just me."
Sigourney lifted her chin and kissed her. Winona moaned. She kept her mouth closed, deciding that tongues would ruin the moment.
There was a presence in the hall. The doorknob was turning. Sigourney quickly grabbed Winona's arms and pushed her away. The door opened and David popped his head in.
"Well, I guess this isn't the bathroom," he said.
"The bathroom's right next door," said Sigourney.
"Everybody's wondering where you are. Is everything all right?"
"It's OK. She's had a little too much to drink and doesn't feel well. I'm going to take her home."
"Well, you're coming back, aren't you?"
"Actually, no. She lives all the way over in the valley and I'll probably be too tired to drive back. I'm sorry."
"Well, how will YOU get home?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe I'll take her car and bring it back tomorrow morning."
"Well," "Don't" "But" "I'll" "We'll" "OK"
The producer's house was constructed in such a way as to allow our two heroines to escape unnoticed. Sigourney insisted on driving.
Traffic was light on the Hollywood freeway. Warm wind filled the car. "So, what does David do?" asked Winona.
"He's a producer. We may be working together. Although, considering the way I treated him tonight."
"Is it important? Did I screw things up?"
"If it was important, I wouldn't have LET you screw things up."
"Can I touch you?"
Sigourney stared at the road ahead, the wind whipping her hair. She felt like she was sitting on a fence without a clue of which way to jump. She enjoyed the company of men. She always had. And although she was an accomplished actress, she was still a woman in a man's world. If she suddenly became known as a closet lesbian, producers would stop seeking her for film roles. Leading men wouldn't want to appear opposite her. However, there was no denying the fact that Winona's body made her a little crazy. That sweet little girl gave her the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. "I think we both need some coffee."
It was twenty degrees hotter in the valley. They took the Coldwater Canyon exit and stopped at the first 7-11 they came to. Winona was staring at Sigourney as she fixed herself a large coffee to go.
"You're doing it again," said Sigourney in a sing-song voice..
"There's no one here to notice."
The pimply-faced, bespectacled rat boy behind the counter was staring at them.
"Here. Drink some of this. You're still a bit tipsy." They walked to the counter.
"Will that be all?" asked the rat-faced boy, his voice cracking.
"Let me have one of those Slim Jims," said Sigourney.
"Is that to satisfy your oral needs?" asked Winona, sipping the coffee.
The counter boy started vibrating.
"How'd you guess?" said Sigourney. "I'm not complete without a hunk of meat in my mouth."
The counter boy accidentally knocked the box of Slim Jims to the floor. "I'll have to ask you ladies not to sexually harass the help."
"What?" said Sigourney.
"I reserve the right not to serve you if you use profanity," he said with a shaky voice.
Winona embraced Sigourney from behind and started kissing her neck.
Sigourney was cool. "OK, forget the Slim Jim. Here's a fiver. Gimme my change."
"One large coffee to go?" said pimple boy, operating the register.
"Oh, God that feels so good," said Sigourney, her eyelids fluttering. She removed Winona from her neck and gave her a deep soul kiss.
"H-Here's your change," he said, his arm trembling. He was trying to ignore his lumpy crotch.
Winona broke the kiss. "Oh, please. Let's hurry."
They walked briskly to the car. "You drive," said Sigourney.
"Why?"
She gave Winona a sexy half smile. "Because I want to touch you."
Winona pulled out of the parking lot and headed south on Lankershim. They were still a good twenty minutes from her house. So, for the duration of the journey, Sigourney decided, with diabolical calculation, to torture Winona to madness, to drive her to the brink of orgasm again and again without letting her climax. She gulped down the rest of the coffee and threw the cup out the window. She gently grabbed Winona by the head and eased her tongue into her ear. She licked until she heard her lover emit a groan of passion. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel. And don't speak."
She slowly pulled down the front of Winona's dress, exposing her lovely breasts to the night air. She caressed them, fondled and massaged them. She bent her body so that she could lick her sweet nipples. Her saliva flowed freely as she slurped each delicious rosebud. "I love your tits." Her hand was slowly climbing up Winona's leg. "I once heard of a woman (suck) whose nipples were so sensitive (slurp), that she was able to have clitoral orgasms (lick) simply by breast feeding her baby." Her hand sneaked up Winona's dress and found a smooth satin barrier. Sigourney started sucking really hard on her nipples as her fingernail lightly scraped the fabric of her satin panties.
Winona was finding it difficult to concentrate on her driving. She spread her legs as wide as she dared. Her lover's stimulation was overwhelming. Her open mouth was filling up with drool. Her eyes were glazing over. Her breathing was getting louder and faster. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. Then she felt Sigourney's lightly rotating fingertip on the front of her satin crotch. She was loosing control fast. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." She was going to come very soon. Her breath was expelled in gasps and gulps.
Suddenly, Sigourney stopped the sex play. Winona let out a horrible groan of frustration. And that's how it was for the rest of the journey. Foreplay, stop. Foreplay, stop. At one point, Sigourney said, "I suggest you drive as fast as you can because I'm not going to let you come."
When they pulled into the driveway, Winona pulled up the front of her dress and staggered out of the car. She walked bow-legged up her porch steps as if in a trance. Sigourney helped her. She cupped Winona's face in her hands and said, "Oh, you poor baby. You look terrible. I'm going to have to put you to bed right away."
The pent up sexual excitement had taken its toll on Winona. Her zombie movements were stiff. She took off her dress the way Harry Houdini took off a strait- jacket. Her panties were soaked. When they were both nude, they got on the bed. "I need to come so bad. Please. Please," begged Winona. Sigourney used her thumbs to spread apart Winona's slick, drooling labia. She clamped her mouth on it and licked and sucked, licked and sucked. Winona growled through clenched teeth as her lover ate her. Her first orgasm shook the bed. Sigourney spread Winona's legs apart as far as they would go and continued her oral manipulations. Winona shrieked her approval. Three, five, seven.ten consecutive orgasms wracked her flailing body. Drool ran out of her mouth and down her neck. Her glassy eyes were the eyes of the catatonic. Her throat uttered guttural commands to her lover. She sighed, groaned, moaned, grunted and screamed out her passion.
Sigourney drained her. Winona was a rag doll. She lay there panting like an exhausted dog. Sigourney was extremely wet. She wanted to mash cunts. So she sat in between Winona's spread legs. They made improvements on their positions until they looked like two pairs of scissors trying to cut each other. They yanked on each others legs, thrusting their vaginas together. Sigourney came twice in this position, Winona once. They changed positions again so they could kiss for a long time.
They both lay there sweating with their arms and legs intertwined. When they finally caught their breath, Sigourney said, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm afraid to say the wrong thing. I'm afraid I'll drive you away again."
"Oh, sweety. You didn't drive me away. I was just so confused by our first.encounter. I felt like everyone was watching us. I imagined my career coming to an end."
"Your work is the most important thing to you, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"So, where are we going?"
Sigourney thought for a moment, then said, "Your body drives me wild. I love making you come. And you do things to me that no man ever did. However, I won't give you a commitment. We'll continue to see each other on a temporary basis. We'll meet if and when we can. If I'm busy on the set of a movie, you're absolutely forbidden to call me. No one must know about this. Do you agree to all that?"
"Yes."
They both found the energy to get up. They put on bathrobes and made popcorn and coffee. They made themselves comfortable on Winona's sofa and began to channel surf. There wasn't much on at 3:15 in the morning. They finally settled on Beavis and Butthead. They sat there laughing and eating with the popcorn bowl in Winona's lap. Sigourney had her arm around her shoulder, occasionally stroking her neck.
When a commercial came on, Winona cut the sound. "I suppose I shouldn't say this, but I really need you."
Sigourney stared at the screen.
"Do you need me?":
"Yes."
"Do you love me?"
Sigourney continued to stare at the television. "No. I don't."
"I love you."
"Turn up the sound, please."
Beavis and Butthead chuckled incessantly.
March 1999