Summary:
Kaley Cuoco meets a girl at a convention, and winds up in her bedroom
Author's note:
I'm not likely to do more celeb fetish fiction and, in all honesty, this is not a recent piece -- I wrote this a couple of years ago for a competition, but it got lost and I completely forgot about it. I've now rediscovered it, and I thought I'd share it here with some minor updates. There's not much to it -- it's a snapshot, really -- and I don't intend to do any more with it, but hopefully someone out there will appreciate it!
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A Penny for your thoughts
It had been a long day at the convention, and Kaley Cuoco was ready to go. It's not that she didn't enjoy the appearance fees from these shows -- hell, she could make a mint for an easy day's work -- but the days were so long, and the fans could be so annoying.
The 35-year-old star of
The Big Bang Theory
was dressed plainly, a simple green dress and a pair of flats, the only decoration a lanyard around her neck. But a basic outfit didn't detract from her beauty, not one bit. No, when she smiled, a warm face crowned with long blonde hair, she was the most beautiful woman in the building. To be fair, she thought, it wasn't hard in a place like this.
The fans knew it too -- they lined up for miles, eager to get an autograph and, if they were lucky, a selfie or two. Kaley tended to resist it, because the young nerds had a tendency to get a bit handsy with her.
It's not that she didn't enjoy the feeling of an admirer touching her body, but certainly not
these
admirers. The last thing she wanted was grimy losers desperate for a bit of female contact. Despite their impression of her based on her role as Penny, she did not have a strong tolerance for nerds.
Soon, her timeslot was over, and she got up from her seat, more than ready to go. She finished off her bottle of water, and headed for the exit.
Oh, glorious sunlight and fresh air!
She wanted to enjoy it but, standing in the doorway of the private exit, she became conscious of a sound.
It was crying.
She looked around and, tucked away behind a nearby bin, she saw a girl, curled up in the foetal position, sobbing.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Kaley asked, trying to sound as friendly as possible.
The girl looked up, surprise in her tear-stained eyes and embarrassment in her reddening cheeks.
Kaley looked at her, offering a smile as a means of reassurance. The girl was young, maybe twenty at most, with short black hair and a ring through her nose. Her style reminded Kaley of her own goth phase, many years back. The girl wore black skinny jeans, an oversized black jumper and purple Doc Martens.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she scrambled to her feet, "I didn't know anyone was here. I'll go."
"No, no," Kaley put her arm around the girl, "don't worry about that. Say, what's your name?"
"It's Izzy."
"Well, Izzy, what's the matter? Why are you crying?"
The young girl wiped the tears from her eyes.
"It's my boyfriend -- well, my ex-boyfriend," her voice crackled at the mention. "We were together for four years, and I thought he loved me, and then I found out that he's seeing another girl behind my back. Now he's left me, and I feel like such an idiot."
She burst into tears again, and Kaley hugged her.
"Look, don't you worry about him, Izzy," she said. "Shall we go somewhere a little more... hygienic, and we'll talk a little bit, see if we can make you feel a little better?"
"Thank you," Izzy smiled through her tears, "I think I'd like that."
***
Kaley didn't know how it happened. She knew that she'd taken pity on Izzy, and they'd gone to a quiet room to talk together -- a quiet room where she could comfort the girl, make her smile a little after her breakup. And, when Izzy felt a little better, they went to a little bar near the convention centre, and shared a drink or two. Well, more than two, but they were having such fun. And she knew that they'd slipped out together -- Izzy had said that she needed to go back to her room, and Kaley couldn't let her walk in that state.
She knew all that.
What she didn't know was what she was doing in the girl's hotel room, pushed up against the door with Izzy's studded tongue in her mouth, Izzy's hands gently massaging her breasts.
And she didn't know why she was desperately kissing back.
Kaley had never been interested in women before -- hell, she didn't know if she was interested now, and she suspected her alcohol-clouded mind was
definitely
more than a little responsible -- but she knew that this felt right at this moment. Her arms were around Izzy -- she lowered them, putting her hands in the back pockets of Izzy's jeans and roughly squeezing her ass.
She heard Izzy groan, a groan of pleasure, and felt her smile. Kaley too smiled, and started forcing her own tongue into the younger girl's mouth. It was a battle of dominance, and one that Kaley was all too eager to lose.
She could feel Izzy tearing her dress open and hands on her bra. She felt a hand go round to her back, and unclip it. She got what Izzy was going for and helped flick her bra off -- in response, Izzy left Kaley's mouth alone and moved her head down to her tits.
Kaley groaned in pleasure as Izzy began nibbling on her nipples, gentle nibbles that sent waves of pleasure through her body. And then, she started sucking, her tongue softly licking the now-stiff nipples and turning on Kaley more than she'd ever expected. Izzy alternated between left and right, her hands holding and squeezing Kaley's ass as she did. The double stimulus, breasts and ass, was turning her on -- she could feel her black pants getting wetter and wetter.
Izzy noticed too -- she took a hand off Kaley's ass and began massaging Kaley's pussy.
"Oh, fuck me," Kaley groaned, caring about nothing but her lust. Nothing mattered at the moment, nothing but Izzy's perfect, sensual control of her body.
In response, Izzy laughed:
