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Author's Notes: This chapter of the series serves as an ending to something I no longer wish to explore. Thanks to all who read and aided the creation of this story and all my other celebrity erotica- it was a fun ride, but it's over now. I hope your enjoyment never dries up. – AN
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Chapter 3- Inauguration
October 2003. London, England.
It is hard to concentrate when you are being eaten out skillfully by a beautiful redhead.
This Erika Christensen was learning firsthand. She lay naked in a pile of cushions, her equally undressed friend Alicia Witt's head buried between her legs. One of Alicia's hands was squeezing and caressing at each of Erika's thighs while her tongue licked the space between. Up and down, side to side, lingering for a moment on the clitoris and then stabbing past it and within. "Ahh!!" Erika screamed as Alicia hit a key spot, her hands grabbing at her breasts. She flicked her thumbs at her nipples and rubbed their undersides, at the same time opening her legs wider as Alicia leaned in. The other actress held them steady, licking in circles now and varying her speed so as to hold Erika off.
Good, Erika thought, shaking out her long curly blonde hair. You're learning well for someone who's only been doing this about three weeks. But of course you're a prodigy, so you've always been a fast learner. She grinned, reflecting on their relationship's history while the licking went on.
Erika and Alicia had known each other for almost two years. They had met at a movie premiere, and found themselves linked by common interests and personality traits. Both were actresses, young, and experienced with the Hollywood scene. Neither was that famous, nor was becoming so important to them. Instead they merely wanted to experience as much of life as they could, and they each saw acting as the best way to do that their talents allowed. Their friendship was a somewhat distant one, the circumstances of their careers keeping them apart, but they had still regularly been able to make time to see one another and hang out.
Alicia's always seen in me the kind of actress she wanted to be, Erika thought. Every role I've ever done in films, TV shows, and music has been memorable. I've never failed to get acclaim, from critics or fans. At the time we met, my career was recovering from a downturn, while hers was in the middle of one. She was becoming disillusioned with Hollywood, taking fewer and fewer parts as her movies either bombed, got flamed by critics, or both. Her TV career was similar, the appearances small and far between. Even when she got praised, people just weren't allowing Alicia to hang around long. Or she got cable movies that were seen by few and not that great. Her love life was equally disappointing.
Then she met me. Someone younger than she was, and apparently happier. I was so sure of myself I was able to tell off major Hollywood players trying to suggest to me what I should do with my fame and barely bat an eye. I got hurt, but I never let it seem to get me down. I stayed out of the spotlight, but still attracted a good amount of notice and praise in the same sort of roles she used to do as a child. I also seemed wiser about the world than she was, and more content with it. All these things kept Alicia interested in being around me. Even as our career paths diverged, even as she moved to London to get away from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles, even as my career continued to do well while hers stayed pretty slow.
Just recently, we got closer. Alicia and I were cast in the same film, a drama called The Upside of Anger. We formed a sexual relationship with our co-stars, Keri Russell and Evan Rachel Wood. I didn't know they were swingers before it began, I was only trying to make friends with them. Alicia knew I was into the lifestyle, but she kept it secret. Until, that is, we let Keri and Evan seduce us both. Something really great was formed that day, and it continues now.
Erika grinned as one of Alicia's hands came up across her waist, rubbed at her stomach and chest. She caressed its wrist with her own hand, then leaned down and stroked Alicia's hair. She recalled how their latest coupling had begun. Another day off from filming, not much to do. I was hanging out here at our favorite London club, discussing philosophy with the manager. Then Alicia came up to me, said she needed to talk to me about something in private. I was happy to oblige- I've been a confessor for her since the day we met. Doug gave us one of the VIP rooms, and then as soon as we got up here Alicia started giving me one hot kiss after another. I eagerly returned them, and pretty soon we ended up in our current condition.
You could have just said you wanted to do it with me, Erika chuckled to herself, looking over Alicia's pale freckled flesh. Inside Out is a swingers' haven- no one would have minded. There are many people at the club who know who we are- how can they not?- but I doubt any of them would have dared to call the tabloids. But of course you're still paranoid and naive about all this. Oh well, we'll work on that. I know from personal experience that the more one gets involved in this, the braver they get. You obviously still have a ways to go.
She gasped as Alicia's tongue jabbed into her, pleasure welling up from within her body as juice flooded out. "Yes!!" Erika cried out, feeling something rise and wash over her. "Yes!!" Alicia lapped more eagerly as she crested, her hands pressing hard against Erika's thigh and hip. "Ahh!!!" Erika flung her head from side to side, crying out again and then closing her mouth as the emotion died away. Great, she thought, though not that intense. Of course, I'm sure that was only the first one. We have all night to give each other more before we have to go back to our ordinary lives.
Alicia took her mouth away from Erika's pussy and smiled, pulling her slim body up alongside Erika's lush one. She leaned in and kissed Erika, who lapped eagerly at the essence on her lips. The redhead met Erika's tongue with her own, then broke their kiss, smiling.
Erika smiled back. "Thanks," she said. "Shall I do you?"
Her hand moved towards her friend, but Alicia stopped it with a grab. "Later. I need you to tell me about something."
Uh oh, Erika thought. This was just a prelude, only not the sort I thought. Please don't say you're considering giving this up again, Alicia. You've been enjoying it so much. So have the rest of us. I know you were reluctant in the beginning, you always have been, but didn't we talk you out of that? Come on!
She blinked her blue eyes, then looked into Alicia's brown ones. "What's the matter? You know you can talk to me about anything- what is it?"
Alicia grimaced. "You remember the first time we kissed?"
Erika nodded, thinking back.
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Feburary 2002. Los Angeles, CA.
"Man," Alicia said, opening her apartment door and stepping through. "What a drag of a night this has been."
Erika shook her head in agreement, following. They had been going out to the clubs of Los Angeles as they often did, trying to pick up guys. Alicia had suffered a recent breakup, and was looking to jump back in the pool with both feet. Erika was trying to help her out, and maybe score something for herself too. But for some reason none of the guys they'd spoken to that night had been interested. No one had asked them to dance, and those they'd asked had declined. They had tried many possibles, but none had been successful.
Maybe we should have reminded them about the movies we've been in, Erika thought. Neither Alicia or I have had anything come out in a while, so they didn't recognize us. So perhaps if we'd reminded them of Traffic or Vanilla Sky...
No, she grimaced. That might have not worked either. The guys might not have seen those movies, and even if they did, they might not have believed us. Then, of course, even if they believed us, not everyone is into movie stars. Nah, it's probably better that we didn't try that. Alicia's right, sucky night. Unless... A thought occurred to her and she grinned.
