The MTV Music Video awards. The most controversial, exciting and utterly irrelevant night in the music industry. Winning one of these awards was about as big an honor as getting two gold stars in your third year of first grade. But, it was a good chance for people to strut their stuff.
This year's awards kicked off big, with a great opening by Madonna, Britney spears and Christina Aguilera, ending in the kiss that made headlines for weeks after.
After the performance, Britney showered and changed and went to her seat in the crowd, where she lapsed into a daydream about being a movie star.
“And the winner is…Britney Spears!”
Britney was so used to hearing it that she almost stood up to get the award, before she realised that it was in her head and Christina Aguilera was already going up to get it.
Britney felt glad for Christina. She was so talented but, for the first few years of their respective careers, Christina had been forced to stand in Britney’s shadow. Though Britney never told anyone, she thought that Christina was even a better performer than she was, hindered only by bad marketing.
And, though she never told anyone, Britney had played with herself on many occasions thinking about Christina.
Britney never really considered herself a real lesbian or even bisexual (as she knew many women in the industry were) but whenever she watched Christina gyrate her hot, sweaty body; Britney couldn’t help but get aroused.
Britney and Christina had been good friends for years but nothing had ever happened between them, indeed, it seemed to Britney that neither of them had even been with another woman.
Of course, Britney’s sexual experience was extremely limited, the result of a very strict and sheltered upbringing. She’d had sex only with Justin and she’d given head twice in her life, finding that she hated the taste of cock and that was all.
In comparison, she knew that Christina was pretty slutty and that was one reason that she was so attracted to her.
Britney sat through the awards, now daydreaming of Christina, until, finally, the last award was announced and she dashed to her dressing room.
She shared a dressing room with Christina, who didn’t appear to be there. Britney quickly checked for any sounds from the bathroom and, hearing none, she stripped down to her panties and went over to Christina’s clothing bag. There she found Christina’s underwear from earlier in the night, a bright pink little thong.
Britney lay down on one of the leather couches and, holding the still damp panties to her face and inhaling deeply, she started to masturbate.
Her moans would have been very loud, but were muffled by the thong and, for ten minutes she lay there, vigorously rubbing and fingering her dripping bald cunt. She was so engrossed in her pleasure that she didn’t hear the door open, or see Christina stand in the doorway, shocked beyond words.
Christina quickly shut the door. Even in her shock, she realised what would happen if Britney was spotted. She stood and watched Britney for a few minutes, finding that she was getting really turned on.
She went over to her bag and, as quietly as she could, got undressed. As she slipped her bra off, she heard something that got her even more worked up. Britney, plunging two fingers deep inside her pussy moaned out:
“Oh yeah, oh Christina!”
This was the first time Christina had thought of Britney being a lesbo. She of course had been with as many women as she had men (And that was to say a fair few) but Britney had always been so wholesome and proper. It had taken Christina over a week to convince Britney to go down on Justin.
Lightly rubbing her pussy, Christina crept up on Britney and stood over her, watching her and listening to her.
Then she dropped herself down right onto Britney, lying down on top of her.
Britney was forced out of her pleasure and stared in horror at Christina’s face, just inches away from hers. She didn’t register that Christina was as naked as she was or that she had a very cheeky grin on her face, only that she was there and that she’d caught Britney fantasizing about her.
Britney tried to stutter an apology, making to try and hide the thong, but her stuttering was cut short as Christina shoved her tongue down Britney’s throat.
Britney’s shock was evident but Christina didn’t care. She’d been sneaking peeks at Britney changing and grabbing sniffs of her panties here and there for too long and her chance with Britney had finally come. She pushed her long tongue far down Britney’s throat and pressed her lips hard against Britney’s. At the same time, she worked up a large pool of saliva at the back of her throat.
She brought her face up and looked down at Britney. Her face was still a mix of horror and utter shock, but she’d turned a deep shade of red and was panting loudly, at least more so than before.
Christina moved head down and, nibbling on Britney’s ear, she whispered,
“I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She moved back up and, this time, Britney smiled broadly.
Christina smiled back and pushed her spit to the front of her mouth. As it dripped of her tongue, Britney opened her mouth and received it gladly in her pretty little mouth. They moved their faces closer to each other and, their tongues leading the way, they locked lips again, this time in a mutual kiss.
As Christina started massaging Britney’s big tits, she felt Britney’s hands rubbing and groping her ass.
She let go of their kiss and stood up.