Cheryl's Got the X-Factor

"Do you want to?" I asked, playing along to whatever narrative she was creating, if in fact, she was lying as I had suspected.

"At the moment, with you," she remained in a whisper, "yeah." She had looked down to the floor at this point, unable to maintain the scrutinising eye contact.

"Lean back and I'll give you a massage." I said, noticing there was probably enough room for her to lie back on the seats, here.

"Okay," She said giggling; she gave me a reluctant glance, too. "You better be good, it took me ages to get into this dress."

I leant over, straddled her back gently, and said, "That's why you should be thankful that I'm not a man. It's such a turn off waiting for them to work out how to unhook a bra."

"So you've been with a man before?" She asked as I unzipped the back of her tight, silk dress.

"Yes." I said, nodding as well.

"Are you bi-sexual?" Cheryl asked,

"No." I replied, I had not been with a man since, and had no desire to, either.

"How did you know you were a lesbian then?" She persisted to ask, this time, however, she raised her head and tilted it so she could see me.

"I started seeing this other girl at university, it wasn't something I was consciously searching for but, anyway, I found this amazing woman. The sex was insane and being with a man just started to seem revolting to me." I said, needing my hands into her soft, supple and tanned skin. I had to resist the urge to just suck and lick her beautiful radiant, orange glow.

"Uhh," Cheryl moaned, "that's nice."

I giggled in her ear as I persisted to rub my hands gently, but forcefully, against her skin. I neared closer to the back of her bra and unhooked it without warming. Her body moaned a sigh of relief as I let it fall loose with her dress and hooked my hands around her breasts. I lowered my body so that I was lying on top of her, and then pecked her neck and persisted on messaging her breasts. I could hear her deep breaths in this position and I could see her lips clasped together fighting the moans. My own pussy, now, had begun to ache like crazy but I fought back my own desires and intensified my affections towards Cheryl's.

"You have such a tight body," I commented as I removed my hands from her surprisingly large breasts and concentrated on her shoulder blades. "Feeling stressed or something?"

She nodded in reply with her eyes closed and her lips still clamped together.

"Can I take off this dress?" I asked, getting up from being sat atop her, "it's getting in the way." I continued.

"Okay," she said reluctantly as she sat up and returned to earth. I guess my massaging skills, something I had learnt from my first girlfriend, had sent her to the dreamland.

I grabbed the dress's straps, hanging loosely from her thin and toned shoulders, and slowly dragged it down so that I could see her wonderful breasts clearly. Her nipples stood firmly erect through the black lace of her bra; a dark shade of deep pink. I could sense her big, brown eyes were still fixated upon me, and I have to admit; it made the seduction, for me, even more erotic.

Cheryl leant out and placed her hands upon my shoulders as I slowly pushed her dress further down her body, until I had pulled it the bottom of her ankles and threw it on the floor somewhere. She opened her mouth as if to speak, and finally whispered, in her sweet accent, "Let me undress you, too."

I gulped in response, suddenly feeling an overwhelming pang of heat at my pussy, and nodded animatedly.

She got up from her seat, wearing only her panties—seeing as her bra had fell loose onto the floor somewhere, and got behind me so that she could take off my vest top. I found myself closing my eyes at the faintest sensation of her warm touch. She lifted off my vest top first, almost hastily, and then stood behind me and reached in front of me to undo my jean's zip. I found myself elated in deep sighs, how she had been, and wobbling at the knees. Her hands had soon found themselves into my panties and were exploring the flesh around my throbbing clit. I felt her lips suck against my shoulder, but I could not see anything because my eyes had remained shut; I simply could not open them. The feelings of her touch were so intense; I felt a tiny orgasm could rip through me right at that moment.

Gently, she began to push me forward onto the warm seat where she had been lying. I, of course, did not fight her coaxing and sank into the hard leather. She sat atop me, now, and straddled me upon the tops of my legs as I sat staring into her amazingly welcoming brown eyes. We kissed for a little while longer, than before, and explored each other's bodies more willingly. I sighed into her mouth a few times before she pulled away and removed my big, black push-up bra.

"Oh god," I blurted out in the excitement. Cheryl grinned as the bra dropped to the floor, along with the other items of clothing we had threw about. I felt her nails scrape down me and towards my throbbing pussy, I was hoping she would suck my nether lips, and explore my enlarged clit. My body jerked forward in an uncontrollable spasm as she scraped her hand passed my feverish sexual organs.

"Ashley phoned," said a voice from behind the door, Steven's voice, as we both jumped forward and scraped around the place for our scattered items of clothing. Cheryl giggled, watching me, as we realised whom it was at the door.

"Okay, thanks." Replied Cheryl, I guess they must have had some kind of understanding, and this meant she had to leave.

"Do you have to go?" I asked, miserably. My body was still screaming for more attention.

Cheryl nodded in reply, "I know, I wish it didn't have to end like this." She leant over and pecked me softly on the lips. "Here," she continued, getting her handbag from behind the stripper's pole somewhere, "phone me when ever you want, I'll have my phone turned off if I'm busy." She said, handing me her expensive looking mobile.

I grabbed it nervously; I was holdingtheCheryl Cole's mobile phone. I got my own out and copied her number into the digital address book. She smiled as she pulled up her tight dress and watched me secretly look at her list of numbers.

"Here," I said, handing it back to her after satisfying my curiosity, "let me help you." I continued, noticing she was struggling with the zip. I got up and stood behind her, looking at us in the mirror directly opposing us, and slowly tightened the silk up her back. She pushed her hands down the fabric, unravelling the creases, and then turned to face me. She pecked me on the lips again, before giving me a curious and lingering look, and exciting the room. I stared at my clothes scattered across the floor as I reluctantly realised the moment had passed me by.

I lay in my lonely double bed, staring at the darkness in my room, when my mobile phone rang. It vibrated against the wood of my bedside drawers, where I had left it. I had a quick glance at the time, wondering who could be phoning me at such a late—or perhaps early, hour. It was four am, according to my alarm clock, and I had not expected anyone to call. I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity finally got the better of me and I answered. I could see from the caller ID, as soon as I had picked it up, that it was Cheryl ringing me.

I enthusiastically answered, "Hey."

"Hi-yah," she replied. Her voice sounded groggy and calm; as if she had just awoken and could not fall back to sleep. "Sorry if I woke you." She was speaking in a sort of whisper. "I needed to hear your voice."

I remained silent, gob smacked by her ringing me unexpectedly, "Don't worry, I was awake thinking of you."

She laughed again, I could hear her breath hitting the phone, "Me too."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked, although, I was certain I already knew the answer.

"Yes," She sighed as if a moan had just escaped her lips, "I just want to feel your lips around my pussy." She whispered, it sounded like she was getting excited.

"I want my lips around your pussy." I responded, she moaned again and fell silent for a few seconds. "I wish I could feel your warm breath against my neck whilst I'm rubbing my nub against yours."

"Uh, me too." She sighed in an elated moan; I could hear an odd ruffling, like the movement of leather and other fabrics, "your wonderful boobs rubbing against mine."

"Are you touching yourself, Cheryl?" I asked, confused and turned on—both at the same time.

"Yeah," she whispered with a curious giggle, "fuck I'm so horny."

I giggled slightly, but I too felt the anticipation of desire, and I slowly began to reach down to my own throbbing pussy. I surprised myself at how wet I was down there and began coating my enlarged nub with my pussy juices.

"Taste yourself." I said, myself now moaning.

She fell silent for a moment and then moaned, "Oh god, I taste so good. I wish it was you I was tasting." At this point, I retrieved my hand from the wet fabrics of my panties and tasted my own pussy juice.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, hoping to raise my own sexual feelings towards the moment.

"Just a pair of silk pants." She replied, "They are soaking, because I've been thinking of you all night."

"Grab one of your boobs while you fuck yourself with the other hand." I insisted, I was getting into the moment.

"Okay," she answered. I listened in as the phone ruffled up and down with the movement of her body, and in the distance, I could hear her faint moans of ecstasy. "Fuck!" She screamed, but whispering so that she would not be overheard.

"You still there, baby?" I asked, still wanting to be involved in her pleasure.

"Yeah," she replied. She sounded like she was panting hard and had just fucked her own brains out. "Shit!" She shouted, all of a sudden, hanging up.

I looked into my mobile as if it had been the one at an error, even though I knew someone, probably her husband Ashley Cole, had walked in on her. I grinned to myself, still sodden wet down below; as I reached down and began thrust one of my fingers into my juicy pussy. My body thrust forward, I imagined Cheryl was the one inserting her finger into me, as my finger touched the walls of my vagina.

I could imagine Cheryl, completely naked, crawling up my body and teasing me with her devilish fingers. As I started circling my engorged clit, I began thinking of Cheryl thrusting her body on top of mine, with her large breasts smothering my face, pushing me over the edge of a giant climax.

I screamed out in ecstasy, echoing against the walls of my empty bedroom, as I came hard in my own hands. The walls evaporated into black as I was overtook by the sudden need to sleep. So I slept, I slept so hard that when I had woke up there was a text message awaiting me, from Cheryl, on my mobile phone. I read it and it told me to meet her at a place not that far away from the nightclub we had gone to, last time.

I sat at a table in the café she had directed me to meet her at. I was surprised she asked me to meet her in such an obvious place, but then again, I could also understand why. It was an average looking place and sort of concealed in comparison to other establishments in the area. She slid in, almost undetected, wearing an enormous pair of sunglasses and the cutest blue summer dress.

I grinned broadly to myself as the pop star pulled up a crudely fashioned dining chair, next to me, and sat down. I noticed, as she removed her large sunglasses, how the other people in the café at the time turned to inspect her more closely. She bit her bottom lip and winked at me, I guess she wasn't going to speak because that would make it obvious she was who they all thought she was, before cupping her hand into mine and leading me out of the quiet building. I thought it odd, how freely she went about public affection towards me, but then again it was nice.

"I have this place," she said removing her sunglasses from her beautiful eyes and placing them atop her head, "over looking the beach."

"Wow," I replied, "actually, why am I surprised? I'm sure you and Ashley, combined, probably earn more than I'm worth."

She cupped her hand into mine, catching me by surprise, and then directed me into a normal looking car with its windows blacked out. The front had a driver in, who it was I had no idea—probably some kind of personal assistant or something, who paid no attention to us at all.

"Okay," Cheryl said, directing herself towards the driver. He looked at me in his wing mirror and then nodded happily. I am sure he was getting paid bucket loads for doing this.

"I'm surprised you could see me at such short notice." I said, shyly because of the company.

She nodded before answering, settling into the soft seating in the car, "you'd be surprised at how little I actually work." I laughed and then watched out the window as we drove past numerous, distantly recognisable, streets.

After a short car journey later, we finally arrived at her small, but still stunning, summerhouse over looking a beach-- as she had said. She leant over through the driver's window and paid him a hefty tip made up of thick pound notes. I walked ahead, curious as to how the modern looking building looked inside, and looked through the window. I could not see anything, however, because the blinds remained shut.

She did not say a word to me, nor need to. We thrust into one and another's arms and began passionately kissing as we had the night prior. This time, however, we went directly to her bedroom and undressed without any foreplay.

I crawled atop her, my heart pounding away in my chest, and pressed my body against hers. She moaned as I began gently, and quickly, pecking her stomach. There was urgency about us, as if we wanted to get this finished to set our minds at rest. However, I did not want it to be like this; I wanted it to be how I had fantasized it to be. I stopped what I was doing I stared up at Cheryl who had been looking up at the ceiling.

"Why are we rushing?" I asked, raising my body to her level, and forcing her to give me eye contact. She nodded silently. "I love you." I lied, knowing this was what she wanted to hear, and knowing she did not love me either.

She closed her eyes and then rolled the back of her head into the mattress; her buttocks rose from underneath me. I began gently rubbing her body with the tips of my fingers, watching in fascination as her body would buckle and jump under our connection. My pussy, now, had begun beating almost as furiously as my heart so I rubbed it against hers. She moaned loudly and pushed me down so that my head disappeared into the V of her breasts.

I gently bit across her neck and then suckled on her pink, erect nipples. They tasted of her perfume and sent me even more over the edge-- if that could have even been possible. We rolled around in each other's arms for a few minuets, just exploring each other's perfections and imperfections, as in my case.

She came once almost immediately as soon as I had begun rubbing my erect little nub against her own. I, however, had something more than an orgasm on my mind. I wanted to taste Cheryl Cole.

I went down on her, almost as soon as I had felt her quiver in my arms, and locked my sticky lips up against the little hood of her clit. The flesh was pink and warm and was significantly tighter than I had expected. Then again, I had figured she was not the person I thought her to be before I met here.

I closed my eyes as the beautifully musky taste hit me. She was so warm, so pink and so slick down here. She had, in my opinion, one of the best pussies on earth; and I had my tongue thrusting in and out of it.

"Fuck!" She screamed out as my tongue rubbed up against her clit, "Yeah!" She continued.

"Wow, Cheryl," I encouraged, "you taste amazing." I looked up and she was smiling at me, and her glare filled me with an odd sense of content. She reached down and tangled her tiny little hands inside my long blonde hair. I carried on licking, flicking at her little engorged nub, until she came in my mouth hard and fast.

"Let me taste myself." She said while pulling me up to her level again.

We kissed for a while, again, this time slower and more sensually than before. I wrapped my arms around her back and rocked back and forth in the natural rhythm of our bodies, revelling in the feeling of her pebble hard nipples against the bottoms of my breasts. I liked the way she looked in different angles and especially how she looked from below.

She shocked me by rolling me around so that she was now lying atop of me. Having her lying on top of me felt so odd, and yet amazing, both at the same time. She giggled and then placed her index finger against my bottom lip. She began rubbing it, gently like how she would rub it with her tongue, while biting her own bottom lip.

She cupped her hand into mine and then began rubbing my clit with both of our hands locked together. I watched her eyes, as they watched my nub, as she fucked me to an amazing climax ending in one of the most intense orgasm of my entire life. I screamed out, trying to savour every last enjoyment, some obscure swear word as the feeling of intense happiness warmed up my body and left me completely spent.

She collapsed by my side, smiling almost as widely as I was, and began playing with my hair as we listened to the, not too distant, beach.

"Did you mean it?" She asked, what she was talking about I had no idea.

"Mean what?" I whispered softly as I turned around to face her naked body lying next to me. I wanted to get an eyeful of it again before I had to leave.

"That you love me." She said sternly.

"You could make anyone fall in love with you." I replied. Love, I thought to myself, was a complicated mass of feelings and could not simply become after a day or two of knowing each other. However, who was to say it could not?

"I want what ever you are offering." She finished, sitting up and addressing me as if it was an order.

I nodded in understanding; she wanted what ever I was willing to give, and I was willing to give plenty.

Cheryl Cole got up and collected her clothes from around the room. I watched her peachy and firm ass as she bent over to pick up her high-heeled shoes. This was my life from no on, catapulted into complete and utter chaos, I guess.