Did I Just Kiss Ariana Grande

Avery Stills twirled the plastic sword in her drink, totally absorbed in maintaining the circular pattern. The 24 year old beauty had already forgotten which number this drink was for her, but enough to cloud her usually sharp mind. She paid no mind to the bass bumping beat, nor the hundred or so screaming people partying inside the club she occupied. Avery had been dragged here, and she didn't feel like participating in the festivities for once. Instead, she chose to sulk at her table, with only her drink to keep her company while her girlfriends danced without her.

Finding someone to dance with her was no contest, Avery fully knew. She was in the prime of her young adulthood; developed 34D size breast, her round butt showing nicely from her little red dress, not one wrinkle on her heart shaped face, her short black hair styled in a trendy bob, and her figure overall showing the great shape she'd been in since sophomore year of college. She knew she looked good. The matter wasn't how she looked on the outside, but the inside that kept her off the dancefloor.

A month had passed since her boyfriend, the man she thought was deeply in love with her, suddenly dumped her. Avery never saw the signs, as the man she loved went off with his cougar boss to god-knows-where. She had just now reached the stage of drowning her tears in alcohol, though it seemed to help less than burning all his borrowed stuff like she had the previous week.

"Hey Avery! What's up girl?"

Avery looked up to the familiar voice. It was Sandra, her best friend and college roommate. While Avery immediately took a seat once arriving at the club, Sandra mingled with the crowd, hoping to spark her friend into some fun.

"You really should get out there!" Sandra coaxed. "There are some really hot guys out here tonight!" She indicated towards one particularly hunk the corner. "I just danced with him, and let me tell you, he's got some moves!"

The depressed woman sighed and replied simply, "He looks gay."

Sandra frowned. "You haven't even met him! Good looking, nice manners, even nicer ass..."

This wasn't helping Avery, and she took another long sip of her drink.

"Holy fuck Avery, how much have you tonight?!" Sandra pried. "You're gonna pass out before 10 at this point!"

Avery rolled her eyes. "Why do you care? You drove me here."

"That's not the point Avery!" Sandra snapped. "Now get your pretty ass up and dance with me!"

She pulled Avery up off her feet, and guided her clumsily to the floor. Resisting crossed Avery's mind, but it seemed useless against the ever-persistent Sandra. She could barely walk, thanks to the alcohol and the pair of black Chic heels she wore on her feet, let alone dance with a crowd of people around. Sure enough, when Sandra finally let go, Avery bumped into several people and stepped on someone's foot with her heel.

"Sorry!" Avery tried to apologize to the pissed of woman, who scowled as they walked away. She tried to gain some kind of rhythm, watching Sandra move her hips back in forth to the beat. It might have been the booze, but Avery suddenly realized just how attractive her friend was in that crazy-short dress. The wasted young woman liked how Sandra's dress barely covered her sizeable breasts.

"I gotta get a dress like that," Avery thought to herself.

The pair moved in closer to each other, though Sandra made every effort to avoid her bare feet being stepped on by Avery. Sandra began to gently grind on her drunk friend, something to two would do just to be goofy and make a few heads turn. Sure enough, males began to whistle, pausing their own dancing to watch the two friends.

For the first time doing that, Avery felt a tingling sensation under her panties, as though she were aroused by this behavior. They had known each other for years, and this sensation felt wrong to Avery. Sandra took no notice though, and grinded fiercely against Avery's crotch area, like she had several times before without issue. It was all too much for the intoxicated, raven haired woman to take.

"I gotta pee!" Avery announced, and she started a clumsy dash towards the bathroom, leaving a very confused Sandra and several very disappointed male admirers.

Avery clammered into a stall, her breathing heavy. Once she had locked the door, the woman places a well-pedicured hand in her panties, immediately feeling the damp spot on the fabric as well as her sensitive clit. She grabbed some toilet paper and dabbed at the wet spots. In general, this was not unfamiliar experience for Avery, who had similar bouts since her teenage years. Avery noticed other girls the way boys certainly did, admiring their sexy curves and beckoning lips. She even kissed several girls in her days, though it never led to anything serious. Men were still the main object of her eye, and she kept her focus on her boyfriend for close to two years now. With him gone, it seemed to Avery that her body's curiosity towards women had returned, and now she was getting horny from her own best friend.

"Oh god," she started to tear up. "Why me, why me, why me??"

The drinks took their emotional toll on Avery, and she started to cry into her arm. Slowly, she got on knees and wept into the toilet bowl. For several minutes, she remained in that pose, undisturbed.

It was a restroom in a popular club, so another woman eventually walked in. Avery could hear the door open, and heels gracing the tiled floor. The other woman walked into the next stall over, only her white peep toe pumps showing under the stall. Soon though, a pair of white lace panties fell down to the shoes, as the other women took a silent pee. None of this truly mattered to Avery, as she continued to cried over the toilet. She cried over her conflicted feelings, her failed relationship, and from all the drinks she had today.

"Hey, are you ok?"

Avery heard her bathroom neighbor call out to her, but she had no wish to talk. The other occupant appeared to be finished, and pulled her panties up from her dainty feet, a flush following shortly afterwards. Avery expected the owner of the pumps to move out of the stall, but the girl remained planted in the spot.

"I'm sorry, it's really none of my business, but I'm here to listen if you need it," the other girl said.

The girl had a very sweet, gentle voice. It relaxed Avery a little bit, enough to answer. "I just need a fucking break ok?"

"I understand," the girl replied. "It's just I like to think I'm an ok listener."

Whoever this girl was, she seemed nice to Avery's dulled senses. She wondered if this stranger's company would be useful. After all, Sandra was a horrible listener. Before she could decide, however, Avery felt her flat stomach begin to convulse. She brought her mouth over the bowl once again, and began to vomit violently.

"Are you doing ok?" the girl asked. "Do you need help in there?"

Avery couldn't answer, just merely vomit more of the booze and what little she had to eat over the last few hours. The owner of the pumps darted out of her stall, and attempted to open Avery's.

"Please let me in, I can help," she assured the vomiting young woman. "Everything's going to be all right!"

With a brief pause in her vomiting, Avery struggled to her knees and managed to release the lock for the door. The peep toe pumps girl walked in just time to catch Avery as she nearly collapsed onto the hard floor.

"Steady girl, just let this all out," she said. "Just breathe normally, over the b-"

But she was interrupted as Avery began puking again. The girl held onto her hand tightly, calming down Avery as she managed to stop. When it seemed over, the kind girl guided her poor woman up slowly and steadily. Though she was still weak on her knees, Avery got up and balanced herself out.

"Thank you," Avery said, then she took her first look at the helpful soul and nearly fell over again when she saw the girl's face. Clutching her arm, was none other than pop sensation Ariana Grande.

"No problem, glad I could help," the beautiful singer said with a smile.

Avery couldn't believe it, wondering if the alcohol was just messing with her mind. She had just heard "Problem" playing on the dance floor a little bit ago, and it was impossible to imagine the pop star being there right now.

"Who are you?" Avery whispered.

The girl just laughed. "My name is Ariana, what's yours?"

"Grande," Avery replied dumbstruck.

Ariana laughed again, her mouth open to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. "No, that's MY last name silly. What's YOUR first name dear?"

The realization that she was being helped by a celebrity sent Avery's already drunken mind into a state of excited panic. She couldn't even remember her own first name. Fortunately, Ariana got the message.

"Here, let's get you some water and you can tell me later!" the singer chimed. "Up and at 'em sweetheart!"

With her arm over Ariana's shoulder, Avery allowed herself to be moved out of the stall, and back into the club's main floor. They navigated the crowd, mainly due to Ariana, and approached a VIP suite close by. The bouncer at the door swiftly opened up for the singer and her adopted friend, and they got inside.

The room was dimly lit, providing a cozy atmosphere. A huge futon lay in the middle of the room, with a table in front and smaller chairs scattered across the room. No one else was in the room.

"Here you go, nice and easy," Ariana coaxed Avery to the futon. The drunken girl complied, feeling herself seemingly melt onto the comfy seat and relaxed. "Would you like me to take off your shoes?" Ariana asked.

"Please," Avery replied, less tense now then she had been a moment ago.

Her savior unbuckled the heels and gently tugged them off Avery's sore feet. "You have such nice feet." the singer complimented. "I loved how the red polish matches that dress."

"Thank you," Avery slurred. "I like red a lot."

Ariana nodded. "Me too girl! It's such a vibrant color."

Avery, though still a bit dizzy, focused on Ariana, who was gently massaging her aching feet. The pop star wore a white top with a black pleated skirt. Her brown eyes looked enormous with lashes higher than peaks and heavy eyeliner. She had on the pumps Avery had seen under the stall, two black-painted toes peeking out of each.

"My name is Avery, by the way," the young woman finally told her helper.

Another smile formed on Arian's glowing face. "Nice to meet you Avery! That's such a pretty name!"

"Not as pretty as Ariana," Avery replied. "Nothing about me is as pretty as you are really."

"Oh hush girl! That's the booze talking!" Ariana politely said back. "That dress looks killer on you! Guess that's why that other chick was grinding up all over you."

Everything that had happened before the bathroom suddenly came back to Avery. "You saw that?!"

"Mhmm, nothing to worry about," Ariana assured her. "Just relax yourself for a moment."

The massage Ariana was giving soothed Avery, as the singer tenderly pressed on the tired skin. Avery had never felt a foot massage so soothing.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Avery cooed.

"My daddy," Ariana replied. "He used to do this for me all the time after rehearsals. When I started going on tour, I really missed the massages, so I learned how to do them to myself. Not the same doing it to yourself, but man do the masseuses my agent hires really suck."

Avery laughed. "Guess there's a price to fame after all."

Ariana merely smiled, continuing to pleasure Avery's aching soles. There was a moment of total silence, with Avery just leaning back as Ariana worked her magic hands on both feet. That warm, tingling sensation returned between Avery's legs, the one she had felt while being grinded on by Sandra earlier. Yet, this time she felt comfortable, at ease with Ariana. Though she could have never imagine actually meeting THE Ariana Grande in person, the young woman had always thought her to be very attractive from pictures in magazines and online.

The moment stopped all of sudden, as Ariana got up. "Would you like some water?"

"Sure," Avery said, and Ariana went to a mini-fridge in the corner. She passed Avery a bottled water, who guzzled down a long drink. "Could you please continue the massage?"

Another beautiful laugh came from the equally beautiful pop star. "Sure Avery, but I might have to ask you to do the same for me next. My feet are killing me."

Before resuming, Ariana took off her own shoes, placing her legs parallel on the ground. She took Avery's right foot again, and starting kneading it once again. Avery took another sip of her bottle, her eyes tracing Ariana from head to toe. She couldn't help but admire Ariana's own feet, which were smaller than her's and very cute. Avery would never admit this, but women's feet to her were one of the main reason she found herself attracted to own sex. That, and a woman's lips. Ariana also excelled in that department, with fresh red lipstick on them. They looked glossy, and just begging to be kissed.

All the while thinking this, Avery felt the wet sensation between her legs increase further. It had been quite a while since she had felt this sort of intensity from another woman; freshman year of college to be precise. During a very crazy game of truth or dare, Avery was chosen to kiss a classmate of hers she found really sexy. It helped that the other girl had been drunk off her ass, so was totally compliant with a very prolonged, very sexy kiss with a little tongue. The guys had gone wild at the spectacle, and they became the celebrities at that party.

Now, Avery found herself in the presence of a real celebrity who appeared to have no idea just what she was doing to the young woman. The massage lasted a bit longer, but soon that part was over.

"So you enjoyed it?" Ariana asked Avery proudly.

"You're amazing Ariana," Avery replied. "I've never had someone pamper my feet like that before!"

Ariana shook her head. "Really? Someone with feet are pretty as yours? Some lucky guy out there is missing out."

Avery laughed. "I was going to say the same about yours! You have the most gorgeous feet I've ever seen!"

To her surprise, Ariana blushed from the compliment. "You're such a dear Avery. I really wish my weren't so flippin' tiny. Being short sucks!"

The two laughed together at the comment. Ariana was a 5'-1", while Avery clocked in at 5'-8" with her heels, so she had a bit on the singer. Her foot sizes was an eight, compared to Ariana's size six.

"So will you do my feet now dear?" Ariana asked politely.

"Sure, but I probably won't be as good as you are," Avery admitted.

"BS! I'm sure you'll do fine," Ariana assured her, as she got up on the futon. Avery opened up her lap for Ariana to place her dainty little feet upon. "By the way, I'm sorta ticklish, so try to do this like I did to you. There's a lot less tickling that way."

With an acknowledging nod, Avery began to work her thumbs into Ariana's soft, sweaty soles. From the get go, Avery knew she was being too clumsy with her hands to perform an effective massage, but no protests came from Ariana. The pop star closed her eyes and laid back on the futon.

Meanwhile, Avery noticed a very strong smell greeting her nose. Even with her senses wacked out from too many drinks, the musky scent was strong and consistent. It came from Ariana's feet.

"Wow, this girl has some foot odor!" Avery thought to herself. "Guess that's why she doesn't let others massage her feet."

To Avery, the stench wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it was slightly overwhelming. Regardless, she continue her best attempt at a massage possible. Avery made little circles all over the damp skin, hoping that at least was relaxing. The toes, however, were a different story for both ladies. As Avery began to touch them, a quiet giggle came from Ariana. This obviously was the singer's weak spot that she had talked about. Avery tried her best to work a decent massage on the toes, but the longer she spent on the toes, the louder the giggling became.

This prompted Ariana to open her eyes and sit up. "Sorry, my toes are really ticklish," she explained between giggles. "Maybe you should just stick to the soles."

But this gave Avery a very naughty idea. She waited a minute for Ariana to relax again, hoping to catch her off guard. The moment came when the pop sensation closed her eyes, Avery carried out her devious plan. She grabbed Ariana's legs with her left arm, and then drew her nails across her captive's toes.

Immediately. Ariana began to break out in a chorus of uncontrollable laughter. Avery, amused by her new friend's songlike laughing, couldn't help but laugh along like it was contagious. She quickly learned that tickling under the toes was especially effective, bringing Ariana to tears.

"HAHAHAHAHA-STAHP-HAHAHAH-PLEASE!!" Ariana cried out in vain.

Her face was bright red, tears streaking down her sweet cheeks. She struggled against Avery, trying to break free from her arm. It proved to be no use, as her captor was both bigger and stronger than little Ariana. The pampered pop star was so sensitive, feeling each little finger individually assaulting her poor toes relentlessly.

Avery was having the time of her life with Ariana's cute toes. All she had to do was merely scratch the toe pads to be rewarded with the most adorable laughter she had ever heard. Driven by her raging hormones now rather than the alcohol in her system, Avery continued attacking all ten digits, while subtle sneaking in little sniffs of Ariana's feet. She was completely intoxicated now by the stench and laughing that she failed to notice just how close her friend was to wetting herself.

Ariana knew though, feeling her body quickly losing control. A mixed bag of delight, agony and fear filled her mind. She didn't want to pee herself again, doing so once before when attacked by her co-star Victoria Justice after filming an episode of Victorious. Her bladder filled rapidly, with mere seconds left before she let loose.

"HAHAHA-STAHP-OR-HAHAHA-ILL-HAHAHA-PEE!!" she managed to get out.

The point got across, and Avery stopped. Ariana breathed heavily, exhausted from the ordeal. Slowly, her bladder returned to normal.

"Ariana, I'm so sorry!" Avery apologized. "I got a little out of control there. I didn't mean to almost make you pee!"

"It's ok doll," Ariana replied, still trying to catch her breath. "To be honest, that was kinda fun, until I thought I was going to burst!"

Both girls laughed. Ariana wiped the tears away from her eyes, thankfully that it was over. Avery felt better than earlier, and took another drink of water before passing it to the tickled-out cutie. Ariana gratefully accepted, taking a huge drink. Her feet were still in Avery's lap, her right toes dangerously close to the young woman's crotch. Avery's attention wasn't on the foot however, but on Ariana's face as she took her drink. Finally satisfied, returned the bottle, as well as the gaze. The two just stared at each other for a few seconds, time seemingly standing still. Ariana's brown eyes matched against Avery's dark blue eyes, neither uttering a word. They simply just took in one another's beauty, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Finally, the first one to react was Avery, who leaned in for a deep kiss with Ariana. The pop star opened her mouth slightly, inviting Avery's smooth lips in for the kill. Their lips softly smacked against each other, Avery's hands caressing Ariana's hips as she gently fell into the kiss fully. Ariana was the first to introduce her tongue into the equation, skillfully inserting it into Avery's welcoming mouth.

Avery moaned softly as her lover's tongue danced against her own. This was why she enjoyed kissing girls; they weren't overly aggressive like boys and certainly knew what they wanted from a kiss. A part of her wondered it Ariana had ever kissed a girl before, but her thoughts were swept away by the blissful touch of her partner's mouth upon hers.