| Straight: Celebrity: One Very Lucky Fan (1/2) |
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Britney waved a last time and walked down the stairs. Her performance was over- she could leave the stage. Walking down the hall, she was suddenly accompanied by her manager. "You did a great job out there!" he said. Feeling good about herself she entered her dressing room. The room wasn't big, but it was clean and she was alone. Always after a gig she wanted time for herself. Don't misunderstand me, she loved her fans, but sometimes she wanted some time for herself. She took her clothes off and slipped into something more comfortable. Sitting in her chair, reliving every minute of tonight's performance, she heard a knock on her door. Who could it be? She had specifically told her manager she wanted to be left alone. Feeling a little angry she walked to the door to answer it. She asked who it was, leaving the door closed. "I'm your biggest fan in the whole world!" a man’s voice answered enthusiastically. Britney was surprised. How the hell did he get past the security? Britney grabbed a sweater and pulled it on. Then she opened the door. A white male of approx. 20 years old stood before her. He looked nice and friendly and Britney invited him in. The man brought flowers and commented on her great singing tonight. Britney thanked the man and accepted the gift. The man seemed to be honest and Britney relaxed a bit. But the man was standing awfully close to her. She took a step back and smiled. But the man kept coming closer and closer, now occasionally brushing up to her. The man kept commenting how good she looked and how great she could sing. Britney decided to keep being nice. There was no harm in this man. And calling security could escalate things. Britney took a step back. The man noticed. "Sometimes you run, sometimes you hide!" Britney laughed. "By the way, my name is Jason," the man said. "And I am Britney Spears, but I guess you already knew that!" They both laughed. Jason didn't mean to frighten Britney and apologized. Britney offered the man a drink, and only minutes later they were both sitting on the floor, drinking, having fun. Jason was a Harvard student and loved her songs. He was a long way from home and they cheered him up. Britney was glad that Jason didn't mean any harm. After a couple of drinks, Britney noticed that they kicked in harder than expected. She loosened up a lot. Jason was not sober himself and it became cozy. Jason had a great time with Britney. They laughed and had great fun. He looked at her, deep into her eyes, down her neck, at her breasts. They were nice, no, they were more than nice, they were super. He said that to Britney. She blushed. "Can I touch them?" Jason asked shyly. Britney hesitated, but the booze had influenced her and she agreed. She took her top and her bra off and exposed her firm C-cup. Jason cupped a breast and touched her nipple. It became almost instantly hard. "Oooh!" Jason said, and lowered his face to Britney's breast, licking her hard nipple, biting it, sucking it. Britney moaned. Jason started caress Britney's other breast and soon both nipples were hard. Britney then unbuttoned her jeans and took them off, as well as her panties. A small line of light brown pubic hair became |
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Great story