"Okay honey. Just make sure you get in the shower and get ready to go to your manager's to get ready for the Oscars." Krista replied. Krista left the door, leaving me by myself.
"Did she just say the Oscars? This is going to be so much fun," I thought as I turned on Emma's shower. I waited until the water was warm enough before I stepped into the shower. The water felt amazing on Emma's skin. It almost felt like I was being massaged by the warm water. I grabbed Emma's shampoo and poured some into my hands. I lathered it up and ran my hands through her hair, making sure to get her hair all soapy.
I let it sit in her hair for a minute before I washed it out. I then grab her body wash and a luffa. I put the soap on the luffa and I start wiping the soap covered luffa over Emma's body. Her body is still very sensitive from the masturbating sessions I had a couple of minutes ago, so every rub of the luffa felt amazing. I wipe the luffa across Emma's chest and her nipples immediately got hard again.
"It's nice to see you two again," I thought to myself as I put the luffa down and bring both of Emma's hands up to squeeze her nipples. It feels even better than the first time as the combination of Emma's sensitive skin and the warm water sends a rush to Emma's pussy.
"I can't believe how horny Emma Stone can get. This is so awesome!" I say to myself as I put one of Emma's hands on the wall to steady myself as I start fisting Emma's hungry pussy with the other. I quickened the pace of fisting Emma's pussy again until I feel the sensation of climaxing again. I bite my tongue so I don't make any noise while Emma's pussy releases her juices all over the shower floor.
I decided that would be enough for right now and I step out of the shower. I use Emma's memories to find where the towels were. I found a towel and wrapping it around me. Emma's nipples hardened again as the towel made contact with them. I thought against more exploration in Emma's body for now and quickly dried off.
I went into Emma's room and locked the door. I walked over to her full body mirror and admired every angle of Emma's form. I went into her close and grabbed a pair of blue panties.
"I'm not going to need a bra today," I thought as I grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a cute pink tee shirt. I put on a cute pair of shoes. I access Emma's mind and discover where I need to go to get ready for the Oscars.
"Bye mom! I'll be back later," I say to Emma's mom as I grab Emma's keys and go to her car. I walk out to her garage and I pressed the button on the keys that opened the garage door. When the door finally opened all the way, I was completely shocked at what was in there.
Sitting in Emma's garage was a beautiful blue convertible with a roof that was removable. I decided to take the roof off and ride to Emma's mangers place in style. I got in the car, set the GPS, and headed to where I needed to go. I felt the wind blow through Emma's hair as I cruised down the road without a single care in the world. Nothing could possibly bring me down from the high I was experiencing.
The GPS had told me I had arrived at the destination the piece of paper told me I should go. The place was absolutely stunning. It was the kind of place I couldn't afford even if I never spent money on anything else ever again. There was elegant art all over the walls and a giant diamond chandelier hung down from the ceiling. I took my time admiring the view when I was approached by a guy Emma's mind told me was named Brandon.
According to what Emma's mind was telling me, Brandon was a close friend and personal stylist for events like this one. Apparently Emma had serious feelings for Brandon, but those all went away when Emma had discovered he was gay. Brandon approached me.
"Emma! Oh my god, I've missed you," he said as he wrapped his arms around me. I gave him a hug back and told him the same thing.
"Follow me. We are going to make you look like a goddess on the red carpet. You are going to be center of attention," he said as he led me to a room that was full of makeup artists and hair stylists.
I was initially overwhelmed by the amount of people it took to get one person ready for an event but it was the Oscars and she was nominated for Best Supporting Actress, so I just went along with it. It felt weird having one woman doing my hair while 2 others applied makeup on my face. Brandon walked up behind the woman doing my hair and came into the center of my field of vision.
"Here is the dress. It looks just as good as when you first tried it on," Brandon said as I examined the dress. It was a partially see-through dress that had yellowish green sequins that covered the sides of the dress. Brandon helped me get up, making sure to not mess my hair up. I stepped into the dress and put it on. I immediately noticed that there really isn't much of a back to the dress at all. Looking at Emma's body in the mirror, it was obvious she was dressing to impress.
I slipped each foot into the heels. After getting them securely on my feet, Emma's muscle memory kicked and helped my walk around without a problem. Brandon came up to me and gave me the earrings that she had picked out earlier. Brandon gave me a hug and wished me good luck as my limousine approached the front door.
Brandon walked me out and opened my door for me. As soon as I was completely in the vehicle, he closed the door and I was on my way to Oscar's as Emma Stone. I sat there, waiting anxiously as we got closer and closer to the venue and the red carpet. I was nervous about possibly embarrassing Emma by doing or saying something completely stupid. I took some deep breathes and reassured myself that I could pull it off.
Continuing to get closer and closer to the main event, I looked down at Emma's body, completely taken away by how amazing her body looked in this dress. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone was looking at me. I was hot, and I wanted to show it off. It also hit me that I had the chance to do something that very few people ever get to do. I got to attend the Academy Awards as a nominee.
As I got lost in that fact, the limousine had arrived to our destination. Looking outside the window, all I could see was cameras flashing and people fighting each other to get into better positions to take the perfect picture. The door of the limousine was opened by one of the workers standing at the front of the red carpet. He put out his hand and helped me out of the limousine.
"Hello there Miss Stone. Welcome to the Oscars, we hope you enjoy the evening," He said as he shut the door behind me.
"Thank you very much," I said as started to walk down the carpet. The paparazzi went crazy as soon as they saw me. They yelled "Emma! Over here! Look over here!" at the top of their lungs as my inner model came out. I posed for them until I was told to keep going down the carpet. I started to walk down towards the venue. I quickly pulled the bottom of my dress a bit as I didn't want to step on it or possibly rip it. I looked down to make sure I wouldn't step on the dress when I realized the dress was pulled up too far and people could see Emma's panties.
I quickly lowered the dress down, hoping no one caught a sight of Emma's panties, but as I'd learn the next day, a whole lot of people saw. I was told to continue going down the carpet until I reached another section of paparazzi. Not known to me, one of my biggest idols Jennifer Aniston was right behind me.
"Emma, it's been so long!" Jennifer said to me as she approached me and hugged. I managed to ask her how she was before she replied and was eventually escorted away into the venue. I was freaking out on the inside. I was actually hugged by the one and only Jennifer Aniston! I don't get star struck often, but this was one of those few times I did. I could feel a wet spot in Emma's panties as I tried to calm myself down.
I was eventually escorted into the venue and into my seat. I was sitting there minding my own business when a worker named Henry asked me if I wanted a drink. As soon as I saw him, Emma's nipples went rock hard and her pussy got very moist. He wasn't that attractive to me, but Emma's body to a strong liking to him. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He looked like he was in fairly good shape. As soon as I tried to talk to him again, he was gone and the show was beginning.
Neil Patrick Harris was hosting the Oscars this year. I was a fan of his and he really did have some funny jokes throughout the night. I was nervous about Emma possibly winning an award, but Emma had practiced her acceptance speech, so I could access it and recite it if she did win. I was a little disappointed when Emma didn't win, but not winning is better than doing something embarrassing so it was a win-win for me.
An hour or so into the show, I saw Henry again. Feeling how Emma's body was reacting to him the same way as when I first saw him, I knew she was horny as fuck. I felt like I should just take off the panties because of how wet they were, but I didn't need tabloids take pictures of Emma's pussy. The rest of the show was a little slow but enjoyable .The show eventually ended and I was invited to go to the after party. I changed into my red dress that I was told to put on after the show and headed into the party, where I saw Henry again.
