Diary of a Rockstar Ch. 03

It was relieving to release like that, but even more so to see the sight of that release rain down on her boyfriend's face. She grabbed the sides of his head and started moving his face around, aiming the stream all over his forehead and cheeks as it sprayed out across his skin, into his hair, and all over the floor around him. The release was euphoric, the mini-quakes rippling through her cunt crippling her body with ecstasy. Bobby finally opened his mouth and Paige aimed there so that her boyfriend could taste her new release. She watched his mouth fill steadily as her orgasm started to subside. The rush, a release of pressure and pleasure, electrified her as the stream shooting out of her pussy subsided and splashed onto Bobby's neck. Paige groaned out and then looked down at Bobby, incredulous at the sight of him. She collapsed off of him and rolled over onto her back, her pussy still leaking.

"Wow..." Bobby said, his face soaked in Paige's juices.

"Wow... no wonder you love doing that shit to me... that was fucking hot!" Paige exclaimed, admiring Bobby's face so beautifully soaked, the scent of her cum filling the air in the small space. But she didn't mind anymore. Sex was all she was now. But it was hard to concentrate as she threw her arm around Bobby and slowly drifted off with him. When she finally awoke an hour later, Bobby fast asleep, Paige couldn't open her eyes because they were sealed with dry cum. She got up slowly, blindly, and hopped back in the shower Ken had previously made her wash in earlier. She put her face under the head and let the hot water wash away all of the ruined make-up, dry cum and spit from her face, it all washing down over her body and eventually sliding off her toes and into the drain. She toweled off and then tracked down her clothes in the other room. She saw Ken lying there on the floor, fast asleep, snoring a bit. Paige smiled at the sight, changed in front of him, and then slipped outside. She would leave them to sleep while she went home, happy knowing she had another song deal worked out. So what if she had to suck cock for it or fuck her manager? His dick was the biggest she had ever seen and it was almost as beautiful as Bobby's. If she was made to ride it or make love to it, so be it, she thought. Paige felt like a whore after every session like this, wondering where her and Bobby's love life was heading, but before she could think anymore on the topic, she got a text message from Heather. When she opened it, she saw that it was a picture message. When she opened it up, she saw Heather, eyes on the camera, a thick cock stuffed deep in her throat and stretching her mouth out. Paige blushed when she saw and then laughed when she saw the message, "Could use some help..." right underneath.

Paige replied back, "Just got my throat fucked, don't think I could handle another one right now. But enjoy!".

A few minutes later and the reply came.

HEATHER: Where did they cum?

PAIGE: A facial from each, then Bobby came all over my back and ass while he jerked off underneath me. I actually came on his face...

HEATHER: Wow... I mean... wow. I wouldn't mind letting you cum on my face at all.

PAIGE: Maybe we'll have to do that sometime...

HEATHER: I'm almost done. How about tonight?

Paige's heart raced, not knowing what she was getting herself into anymore. She wasn't a lesbian, but the thought of lying with another woman and experimenting with her, playing doctor or touching her privates turned her on immensely. Granted, she had done way more than experiment the last time, but that was what she enjoyed the most. Paige's heart raced and wondered if she should tell Bobby, but she imagined that all Bobby would ask for in return was the chance to fuck Heather or cum on her face, and that line had really already been crossed. Her taboo relationship with her manager and boyfriend was one thing, but her first real lesbian experience had only been something Paige had participated in at Bobby's request so that she could fuck Ken. But now she was reaching out to this girl on her own and her mind was filling back up with all of the illicit thoughts and memories involving a very forbidden act that she had participated in with this girl. It got Paige's mind, heart, and pussy aching in a way that made her so horny that she had to reach her hands into the bands of her pants on the way over and rub her clit while driving with her free hand. When she finally made it to Heather's door, she stopped just before ringing the doorbell, wondering if she should just turn back and go home.

That's when Heather answered the door.

"Hey!" she said.

After some chitchat, Paige and Heather ended up on Heather's couch, sipping on cheap red wine. After a while, the conversation reached a lull and there was an awkward pause between both girls. Heather just smiled, Paige knowing she was the nubile her and the maiden for all intents and purposes. Finally, she decided to speak.

"I... I haven't told Bobby that I'm over here, but... if we... you know... he's going to want something in return..." Paige began, nervously, not wanting to offend Heather.

"What kind of something?" she asked playfully.

"He's going to want a..." Paige began.

"A nice, sloppy blow job?"

"I... yes," Paige admitted. "And he'll want to come on your face."

"That can be arranged," Heather admitted. "Do you want me to fuck him too?"

"I... maybe... I guess that would be fair. I've been fucking Ken after all..."

"So does that mean that... you'd like to fool around a little?" Heather asked, playfully putting her foot in Paige's lap and dragging it around her privates. She smiled and swallowed hard. She admitted that it felt good to feel her feet against her pussy and moaned a bit in response. She looked up at Heather and smiled back at her, blushing.

"I... had a lot of fun with you and... I wasn't... I'm... I thought I was straight, but..."

"Relax, here..."

Heather pulled up her shirt and bra in one fell swoop, revealing her small breasts and rock hard nipples along with the milky white flesh of her mounds. Paige was transfixed by the sight of her breasts and couldn't help but stare at them. She remembered what they looked like bouncing on top of her, what they felt like in her mouth, between her fingers when she pinched those little hard nipples. It excited her beyond words and Paige couldn't help but stare at Heather's exposed breasts.

"I... wow," Paige said.

"Paige, Bobby and Ken want you to be their slut. I want to be yours, okay?"

"I'm a big fan of yours in many ways Paige, and if I can help you feel good in anyway, let me know, okay?

Paige reached out and squeezed Heather's breasts.

"Wow... these are... nice."

"Go ahead... play with them a little..." Heather invited.

Paige smiled, feeling the alcohol permeate and rush to her head as she decided to start kneading and gently massaging Heather's breasts. Heather moaned in response as she began to run her fingers around her areolas and nipples. She then started to mash and squeeze them like Bobby did when he first slipped his hands inside her bra. Heather smiled at Paige. When their eyes met, she blushed, wondering what it was she was doing anymore. There was something about Heather's breasts that made Paige want to massage them, touch them. After a while, she felt silly though.

"Your hands on me feel amazing..." Heather admitted, leaning back.

"I..." she stammered.

"Do you want to make out a little?" Heather asked.

Paige blushed.

Heather reached out and pulled Paige into a kiss, a deep, wet kiss that tasted like cherries. Her kiss was soft, like she remembered it, her tongue gentle and inviting. It danced over her own and slowly seduced it, Paige deciding to explore the inside of Heather's mouth with her own. It was warm inside her mouth, her tongue skilled in the art of massaging. She wondered if Heather used the same trick on her boyfriends, or had on Bobby. The notion that Bobby's cock had been in this beautiful girl's mouth turned Paige on a bit more. She put her hand back on her lover's breasts as she reached out and placed her hand on top of her mounds. Heather finally broke away from the kiss and started trailing kisses up along the side of her neck toward her ear. Paige closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation, Heather's hand still on top of her breasts. She wanted to feel her hands beneath her bra, but was nervous to make a move or insinuate that she wanted to go any further than they already had.

"I can smell Bobby and Ken on you..." she breathed into her ear.

"Sorry!" Paige exclaimed, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Don't be. I love that your breath smells like cum right now!" Heather said, turning back and aggressively sticking her tongue down her throat while climbing on top of her. Paige let her tongue dance around in her mouth while Heather grounded against her passionately, almost like Bobby when he was horny and needed a good fuck.

"I masturbate to that night all the time," Heather whispered to her between kisses.

Paige just moaned her response and smiled nervously.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

Paige nodded.

Heather led Paige to the shower and started running it, the room quickly filling with vapor. Paige slowly began undressing. She turned back and saw Heather, already topless, unbuckling her belt. Paige nervously pulled her shirt up and tossed it onto the floor, wondering what she was getting herself into even now. When Paige finally unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her mounds, she caught the sight of Heather completely nude in the bathroom mirror. She blushed and turned away, suddenly more embarrassed than she had ever been before in her entire life.

"Paige, you don't have to be embarrassed. Look at me if you want."

Paige turned back, topless, admiring Heather's nude form and the little patch of close-trimmed auburn hair guarding the mound between her legs. Heather then turned around, showing her that supple butt of hers and shook it back and forth playfully, Paige watching her cheeks jiggle above her thighs, the sight making her wet in a way she wasn't sure girls were supposed to do. Still, she wanted her and wanted to at least press her nakedness against her own one more time. It made her feel forbidden, sexy, aroused, and small all at the same time. Paige decided to unhook her own belt buckle and slide her pants, with her panties, off her hips, revealing her nudity to Heather when she finally turned back around. Heather couldn't take her eyes off of her own hairless mound, staring at it like Bobby would.

"You have such a beautiful pussy, Paige," Heather said.

"Bobby and Ken tell me that a lot. T-thank you... so do you. I like your hair..." she admitted, staring at Heather's familiar mound, her mouth salivating unexpectedly, the memory of her taste returning to her tongue, her taste buds aching for her juices.

"Thanks, I kind of like running my hands through it when I masturbate," Heather said, looking down at her hair and gently running her fingers through it for Paige's enjoyment.

"Can I... see it?" Paige asked nervously.

Heather looked up into her eyes and smiled devilishly. "See what?" she asked.

Paige smiled nervously and blushed. "Your... p-pussy?" she managed.

"Whatever you want. Come with me," Heather said, grabbing Paige by the wrist and leading her out into the bedroom, Paige captivated by her one-time lover's cheeks bouncing up and down a top of her slender thighs again. Her butt was much smaller than hers, but for some reason that only seemed to entice her boyfriends. Still, she liked Heather's naked backside and loved watching it jiggle all the way to the bed where she turned around, lied back on the bed, and spread herself like a porn star. Paige blushed, but never took her eyes away from Heather's flower, her slit glistening with desire. Her tight lips were swollen, her little pedals hidden beneath peaking out at her. Paige's heart began racing again. Much as she loved cock and craved it, there was something about girls... the way they looked naked, the way their privates got so wet, the way their scent filled the air when they spread their legs. She wanted to taste it on her tongue, to press her face into it one more time and taste the forbidden fruit. Her body started to flood with desire and her own juices.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" Heather asked, reaching down and pulling her lips apart, revealing her pink flower in full bloom. "You want to come closer and see?"

Paige nodded and crawled over to her, on top of her, and then pressed her breasts against her own. She felt Heather shudder beneath her and smiled back at her. She smiled back at Paige, her cheeks finally blushing. "You really like me, don't you?" Paige asked, realizing that Heather had a real crush on her, not just a sexual craving.

"Your pictures make me cum so hard that I have to change the sheets..." she said.

"I can feel all of you... every inch of you against me... your hair against my clit..." Paige admitted, starting to slowly grind her privates against Heather's who started to slowly grind back against her, their bodies rubbing against each other slowly.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Paige admitted.

"You're a little closet lesbian," Heather said, planting her lips on Paige's.

"But... I love cock," Paige giggled. "I mean... I fucking love making love to cocks and having them spurt hot, white cum all over my face and neck. I love sucking dick too."

"I know you do you little slut, I watched you do it remember," Heather said before planting her lips back on Paige. "And your breath smells like cum you little slut."

"Who you calling slut?" Paige said playfully.

"You," Heather said, before pulling Paige back into a deep, passionate, wet kiss that she melted into. Paige started to press her body against Heather the way Bobby did to her when he was on top of her, the sensation of feeling Heather's hair tickle her clit and brush against her own excitement sending electricity surging between her legs. Heather's hands slid all over her naked backside and started kneading her large butt like dough. Paige shoved her tongue deep into Heather's throat in response and decided to go for the gold. She had come here to eat another girl's excitement, and that was what she was going to do. She broke away from the kiss and started trailing down toward Heather's chest, arriving at her familiar breasts. She started to knead them too, taking them into her mouth and sucking on each one like an infant would. Heather moaned out again and Paige started to flick her tongue over the girl's nipples before falling away toward her naval, further down toward her auburn hair.

"Oh... Paige... I'm not going to last long if you..." but her tongue was already on her and Heather screamed out in response. "Fuck! Paige..." she screamed out.

Paige was finally face to face with Heather's privates again and she loved everything about it. She closed her eyes and started to lick her, dragging her tongue all over her wetness, reveling in the smell and taste. Occasionally she opened her eyes to look up at Heather thrashing about, but it seemed far away from her. Her scent was intoxicating and musky, pulling Paige deeper into her. Heather threw her legs around her and pulled her face deep into her slit, her nose and lips pushing between her lips now. Paige slipped her tongue deeper into her hole and began to twirl it around. Heather kick and moaned, but Paige wanted to keep eating her. Was this what Bobby experienced when he kissed her between her legs? She had to admit that she truly enjoyed this, though it would never substitute for a nice hard cock. Of course licking Heather only made Paige hornier and hornier. She wished any guy were standing off to the side, his aching erection dripping from the tip and just waiting to be sucked and licked. But there wasn't, so Paige focused on Heather still. Finally, Heather began to buck back against her and started screaming out.

"Paige, fuck! I'm coming! I'm coming... I'm going to come on your face, Paige!"

"Go for it, sweetie. Come all over it!" Paige responded.

A burst of Heather's excitement splashed Paige right in the face, her cum, shooting out of her in warm stream. Paige leaned back and let it rain down all over her, opening her mouth and letting it fill her mouth as Heather cried out, her back arching up. Heather looking like she was about to break in half while she continued to squirt her right in her face. When Heather finally went still, Paige ran her tongue all over Heather's lips again and then started planting gentle kissed all over her. Paige crawled back up to Heather and looked her deep in the eyes.

"I don't know if I have the energy to eat you..."

"That's okay... you don't mind if I masturbate then do you?"