Nicole was so tired of Paris' stupid mouthings and her idiotic stunts. After all, Nicole had become much more classy and mature, thanks to the influence of her fiancé. It had become increasingly obvious just how childish and stupid her long-time supposed friend was. Not to mention that she was tired of all the back-stabbing gossip, the maneuvering of her supposed friend for stardom and money (not like she needed more of either), and having to apologize for Paris' crassness and rude ways. Why should she put up with all of that bullshit??
She'd finally come across the perfect come-back, endorsed by her fiancé. Apparently after Paris had said several extremely rude and derogatory things about him in front of all of their friends, her mature man had decided that it would be ok with him if Nicole went for a little revenge. Even though it would mean having to share her body.
Because tonight, Paris - her friend's boyfriend, not the girl herself - would be coming to Nicole's suite, entranced by the idea of getting a taste of the much prettier girl's body. Because Nicole WAS much prettier than Paris, and even Paris' boyfriend thought so. It was too bad that they had the same name, because Nicole would have to call out Paris' name in the heat of passion, but it was so worth it to get back at that stupid bitch. That so called "American Princess". The things that she had said about Nicole and her fiancé in the past month were definitely not royalty worthy, and someone needed to teach the blonde bimbo a lesson. And who better than the best friend that Paris had been abusing for so long?
A knock on the door, "Nicole?" It was Paris. He was finally here. Turning on the camera that was hidden on the dresser (which naturally Paris knew nothing about), Nicole went to open the door.
Paris' eyes widened at the sexy vision before him, firm curves encased in lacy black teddy that hid nothing, "God you're gorgeous," he told her, pulling her into his arms, "God, it's so nice to hold someone with real curves again."
Nicole smiled, what a perfect way to start the tape, and got up on her tiptoes to start kissing him. Surprisingly he was a fantastic kisser, and they backed up towards the bed one step at a time, his hands running over and over her body as if he couldn't get enough of the feel of her. Slowly his clothes were stripped off and he managed to get the teddy off of her, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin.
They fell onto the bed as he moaned about how soft and beautiful she was. Cradling her face in his hands he went, "You're so pretty, I love the way your face looks..."
Arching one brow she said, "But you're with Paris, isn't she supposed to be the prettier one?"
He snorted, "I guess she thinks so...but I think you're much pretty than she is. She has a great body, but I like a woman with curves and softness more than her stick figurine."
"Why are you with her then?" Nicole was a little confused, she hadn't seen this side of Paris before.
Shrugging he told her, "Well, we have the same name. That's pretty cool. And she's fun."
Ahh... typical Paris answer. The guy really didn't have much more brains than his girlfriend. But at least now she knew - and soon Paris would too - who he thought was actually more attractive. She started kissing him again, rubbing her hands along his nipples.
Letting his kisses trail from her mouth to her collarbone, he started attacking her breasts like a starving man. She moaned at the passionate bites and sucklings that he bestowed on her nipples, rolling the tender buds between his teeth and lashing them with his tongue. Her hands wound through his hair as she arched against him, her pussy feeling animal hunger. Carefully, she tried not to think about her own fiancé, or at least only to remember his endorsement of the revenge. Only Paris would see the tape - because the American Princess surely wouldn't want anyone else to see her humiliation - so there was no danger that Nicole or her fiancé would be embarrassed... but still, she was enjoying this even more than she'd thought she would.
Two of his fingers slid into her wetness, making her gasp as her hands clutched at his shoulders. He played her body like an instrument, and she basked in the sexual tension. It didn't take long before she was gasping and heaving her hips... and then his fingers slid out of her, leaving her empty empty empty.
Moaning her disappointment, that sad moan turned into a gasp of glee as his thick, hard dick replaced the fingers, his teeth biting down on one plump nipple. Nicole screamed her triumph as he buried himself in her body, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders.
"Holy shit," he gasped, his dick sheathed in her body, "You're so much tighter than Paris... Oh God Nicole... you're so fucking hot..."
Of course I'm tighter than that slut, she thought smugly. But she didn't say that, not wanting to ruin the moment. Instead.... "Fuck me," she hissed, clutching him tightly, "Fuck me hard Paris, fill me with your big dick."
Groaning he began the thrusts of her triumph, filling her body over and over with his dick, completely lost in the exquisite sensation that was Nicole and not Paris. They rutted like animals, screaming passion and entangled limbs, fucking each other hard and without mercy. Her pussy was open, shocked, split by his rampaging dick, and she clenched down hard to hamper his entrance and his exit from her body. Rolling all over the bed they fucked, him on top, her on top, throaty cries and gasps of pleasure filling the room.
Finally he was screaming her name as she vibrated against him, her own orgasm having hit her just before his. They were clenched together, her rippling pussy sucking cum out of him; their throats locked primal screams.
Days later Paris would get the footage of her boyfriend and best friend, hear his words. Days after that the world would know that something had split the best friends up, but neither girl would say what. After all, Paris had an image to maintain. But on the other side of the restaurant, Nicole would catch her former friend's boyfriend staring at her in lustful remembrance.