"Taylor?" Caitlin Clark, the WNBA phenom asked as she sat next to Taylor Swift at the Kansas City Chiefs vs. Houston Texans AFC playoff game. "The private bathroom is occupied, do you know where else I can go?"
"I've gotta go too," Taylor said, her black-glove covered hand grabbing Caitlin by the wrist. "There's another private one down by the locker rooms."
Caitlin zipped up her puffy red jacket and followed her famous friend through the crowd of friends and family of various Chiefs players. Once in the empty hallway, Taylor let go of Caitlin and they casually strolled towards the elevator, both staring down at their phone screens, stepping inside.
"Why can't the rest of this place be this warm," Taylor joked, pulling off her glove and revealing something that almost caused Caitlin to scream.
"Is that a ring?" she asked, pointing to the giant rock on Taylor's left hand.
"Maybe," Taylor said, spinning it around with a loving smile on her face.
"Oh my god, when!?" Caitlin exclaimed, grabbing her hand to get a better look.
"Like a week ago, but you cannot tell anyone," Taylor said, pulling her hand back. "We are going to do the whole 'public proposal' thing when...sorry, if the Chiefs win the Super Bowl."
"You aren't beating the 'PR relationship' allegations," Caitlin joked.
"People can think what they want," Taylor said, admiring the shine of the diamond. "We know what we are and that's all that matters."
Caitlin was about to speak when Taylor stepped forward, backing her up against the elevator wall.
"You better keep the secret," she said with a more serious, yet still playful tone, confusing the twenty-three year old.
"Um, oh-okay," Caitlin said before Taylor smiled and lightly patted her on the shoulder.
"I'm just messing with you, relax," Taylor said, returning to the admiration of her ring before covering it once more with her glove.
The elevator door opened and Taylor grabbed Caitlin again, pulling her down the corridor until they found the private restroom. Taylor pulled a ring of keys from her breast pocket and unlocked the door, holding it open for her athletic friend. Each woman entered their respective stalls to do their business, hanging their heavy jackets on the doors. As Caitlin finished up and was about to pull her black pants back over her toned ass, she heard a yell of anger from the adjacent stall.
"No fucking toilet paper!" Taylor yelled, slamming her fist against the steel wall.
Caitlin looked over at the roll in her stall and started to collect some paper to hand underneath the divider when her door was pulled open and before her stood Taylor, her black outfit pulled up around her waist and her stockings down around the top of her leather high-heeled boots. The blonde smiled, taking the folded paper from Caitlin's hand and staring into her stunned brown eyes, slowly wiping the dampness from her clean-shaven pussy. The gaze between the two never broke as the famous blonde tossed the paper into the bowl, bouncing it off of Caitlin's own shaven cunt.
"Taylor?" Caitlin squeaked out, still in shock.
"Yeah?" Taylor asked back, not moving from in front of the seated woman.
"Um, what are you doing?" the puzzled woman asked.
Taylor placed a hand on Caitlin's bare thigh, slowly rubbing it while the other hand pulled the stall door shut.
"Taylor?" Caitlin asked again.
Taylor's hand traced up the front of the brunette's shirt, stopping to tease her chest before finding its way to her lips.
"Shh," she purred as her bare ass rested atop the woman's legs. "Just relax."
"This is, um, I don't know," an uncomfortable Caitlin said, squirming on the toilet seat as Taylor brought her face close until their noses touched.
"Do you believe in superstition?" Taylor asked, her lips at Caitlin's ear with their cheeks gently pressed against each other.
"Um, yeah," Caitlin said, the intoxicating scent of Taylor's perfume unavoidable.
"Do you know what I did during every playoff game last year?" she asked, her teeth gently closing onto Caitlin's earlobe.
"I can take a guess," Caitlin purred, feeling Taylor's hand sliding back down her body and towards her exposed pussy.
"You can always say no," Taylor said, planting kisses on Caitlin's cheek.
Caitlin remained silent as Taylor's lips found hers, planting a long, wet kiss on her at the same time that her fingers found another pair of lips. Taylor smiled and let out a giggle as her finger slid into Caitlin's surprisingly wet pussy with ease. Caitlin moaned as Taylor's tongue entered her mouth, her entire body relaxing from the loving probing at each end. The brunette's hands raised from her side, grasping onto the pale ass cheeks that sat on her lap. A stiff smack caused Taylor to jump off of her for a second, a glaze of her feminine juices left on Caitlin's thigh.
"Someone's eager," Taylor said, temporarily breaking the kiss to tug at Caitlin's shirt. "No stalling in this stall."
The WNBA star was soon left only in the pair of pants that rested around her ankles as Taylor kept her finger pressed deeply inside of her. Caitlin's hands pressed against Taylor's waist, sliding upwards and peeling the remaining clothing from the blonde. Soon, both women were naked above the knees, their bodies close against each other as the kiss became more intense. Caitlin kept one hand against Taylor's lower back, holding her tight against her small chest while the other slithered through her smooth, blonde hair, occasionally giving it a hard tug.
The girls remained locked in a kiss, roughly grinding their naked torsos against each other for nearly two minutes before Caitlin's loving eyes opened, seeing the sparkle of the diamond ring. Suddenly, a realization hit her and she broke the kiss.
