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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Shakira. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author: Jane Shadow
Title: Security, Chapter Three
Disclaimer: Shakira belongs to herself, I mean no infringement upon the use of her in my fictional story.
Rating: NC-17 for heavy adult language, consensual sex between women.
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CHAPTER THREE
Her hand stayed there, on my thigh, with our fingers somewhat intertwined. I didn’t want it to stop, but I knew it would have to, I knew she would pull awayter ter all, there was no way in hell that a girl like her would be interested in me on any level; a girl who could haveone one in the world that she wanted.
But there we sat, at the drive-through window, the beautiful murmur of the engine reminding me just how silent things had become where we sat, not looking at each other, just two girls waiting for their cheeseburgers. The window popped open and an extremely large, extremelouchouchy looking woman with her eyes appearing half open and her face wiped of all enthusiasm read off the total to me and extended a fat, sweaty hand. I gave her the money, she gave me the food, and all this time those delicate fingers stayed, resting peacefully on my leg. It was a little awkward to use my left arm to do everything, but I was too afraid of risking the loss of her touch, knowing it may be the last (and only) time I would ever feel it. I set down the white paper sacks on the area of the seat between us and then drove forward. It wasn’t until the truck was on the freeway on-ramp that I felt her fingers sliding out from mine, warmly running across the length of my thigh before she had pulled away completely. I wondered why, but my question was answered when I saw her reaching for the fries.
We didn’t say a word for probably a good three miles. She nibbled on her food, and I wondered if maybe this was the ‘pop star way’ of eating out while maintaining a body to die for, but then I could tell she was just deep in thought, the way that her eyes were squinted and how she didn’t even seem to realize she was consuming food at all.
My throat was dry, and I reached for the coke at the same second see did, our hands touching. I instantly jerked away, returning my attention to the steering wheel.
“Go ahead, you can have it.” I blurted out.
“No, it’s all right.”
“Really, you can have a drink.” I faked a laugh, trying not toweirweird. Trying to calm down and tell myself to stop being such an awkward nut. Damn it, being uptight around crushes was one of my lesser qualities but I didn’t want to be that way now, I wanted to be cool and attractive so that I could at least think that I had a chance with her. It was a longshot, and it seemed crazy, but at that moment I actually felt like maybe I DID have a chance.
It was silent once again; she reached over and picked up the cup, just sipping it and then setting it down one more.
Another six miles, just like that. Neither one of us saying a word. Finally she sighed and looked over at me, while I continued to stare straight ahead and focus on driving; but I wasn’t truly focusing, I was thinking only about her.
“Are you tired?” She asked, quietly and sounding concerned.
I shrugged. “No, not really.”
“Is it ok for you to drive? If you are too tired, we can stop.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t really get sleepy when I drive. I could probably drive for another 9 hours before I needed to take a break.” I replied, smiling just slightly.
She sighed again, nearly sounding upset now. “Maybe we should stop anyway, so that we can eat… or so you can eat. Without having to juggle the food.”
I wasn’t really sure why she seemed insistent on this, but I complied anyway and got off at the next exit, pulling into a gravel lot sitting across from a McDonalds. I couldn’t tell if this was a truck parking area, or a regular park-and-ride, or just a gravel lot. It didn’t matter really, she had been very nonspecific and had just wanted to stop.
“I don’t understand why you seem upset.” She began to say, holding French fries in her hand and waving them a little as she talked. “I know I just met you, and you are only here to drive me to the hotel… but I like you, I like listening to you talk about guitars and make jokes, and I really…” she trailed off there, a smile spreading over her face as she looked out the window.
“Thank you,” I muttered. Then continued with; “you really what?”
The amazing blonde next to me began to laugh. “It’s nothing."
Now I had to know. Since I was already out of my seatbelt, I scooted along the seat, moving closer to her. “Really what?” I asked again, laughing and trying to catch her eye.
“Oh I don’t know, I saw you that morning before… before the show. I knew you would be escorting me to the hotel and you had everyone around you laughing and talking… I felt different. Do you know what I mean? It’s wonderful to get on stage and hear people sing along with me, and watch how their lips move to the same words I say, and to hear all of their screams whenever I do something crazy or impressive or… what’s the word? In English, que asombrosa?” I knew that she was asking herself more than me, tg tog to say it aloud in order to recall the word she was thinking of.
“Amazing.” I said, not wanting to embarrass her, but only wanting her to continue on with what she was saying since I knew it was going somewhere… I could only hope for a certain direction, though.
“Amazing! Gracias… I do amazing things for a show, but then afterwards I am the one who goes home in the car by myself, and who can’t go to see a movie, and can’t go to a sleepover with my friends to talk about which songs I liked… or… or anything!”
I was beginning to guess what she was getting at, but I stayed quiet, taking small bites of my cheeseburger, hoping I didn’t have mustard on my face. “Now I am on tour for thirteen months and the only people I see who aren’t part of all this are my family, and even they are not the same. It’s not like I don’t love what I do, I just wish I could spend time with someone who is a normal person. So maybe I’ve been a small part nerviosa, hoping that I could see what it’s like to be a regular person who has a normal friend. Someone like you.”
My best response: to continue to chew my cheeseburger in hopes that I would literally bite down on my tongue, causing pain, which would then make me wake up from the best dream I had EVER had.
On second thought, I didn’t want to wake up. I chewed carefully.
“I must be too much,” she continued, the silence obviously unnerving to her as well. “I understand. For you it is like a cat who needs the milk, but you are not her mother.”
At this point I choked on my cheeseburger. So much for chewing carefully. Fortunately grabbing the coke and drinking like mad managed to fix the problem. “Is something wrong?” She asked, while I sputtered and hoped that no food had flown from my mouth to decorate the dashboard.
“No… nothing…” (between coughs) “it’s just… I think we have different sayings in English. I’ve never heard that one.” I took another drink of the coke and n ton to give her my full answer. “Kira, it’s not that you come on too strong or anything, it’s just that you are this big star and I’m a regular person. It’s kind of weird for me, too, if you look at it from my point-of-view.”
“Oh.”
Long silence.
*Fuck, what did I say now?!* I thought to myself, fresh out of solutions. Fortunately she had something else to say. I tried not to stare too hard as her tongue flicked out and she wet her lips.
“I didn’t know you felt that way. I just thought you acted strangely because you want to have sex with me.”
Now I choked again, and believe me, it’s really hard to dismiss an idea and claim that it’s ridiculous when you have bits of pickle and onion lodged in your throat. But she said it just as matter-of-factly as the daily stock report.
“It’s all right, I could tell when you were looking down my shirt.” She moved a little closer to me, I had recovered from choking for the second time, but I put the burger on the dashboard, not wanting to risk any further injury to my esophagus.
“Kira, I really don’t-” I turned to look at her and the words stopped coming, a all all of my vocal chords shut down for the night. She was leaning forward on the seat, closer to me than ever, staring straight into me with a look that I thought was only reserved for photoshoots in Maxim.
Her lips were slightly parted and her eyebrows low, accentuating her breathing with passion as the corners of her mouth upturned wickedly. I wondered for a second if she was just fucking with me, if this was some kind of cruel game. I wondered if she was intending on using me for sex, and then throwing me away. Then I thought *what the fuck do I care?* and I stared right back at her, my eyes traveling from her lips to her chest continuously.
She leaned into me and her lips grazed over my ear, before she swung her right leg over me and slid comfortably into my lap, staring once again with that expression that could be mistaken for “You are going to get fucked so hard and so good, you will be screaming even after you’re finished.”
Her gentle fingers slipped over my shoulders, then glided along my neck, curiously pulling the collar of my shirt to get access to the skin below. Even though she touched me with such certainty of desire, she still seemed reserved somehow, perhaps waiting for some confirmation. I could see it then (although I was distracted, I hadn’t lost my ability to analyze situations just yet), even though she had the ability to take anything and everything she wanted, the power of her beauty and desirability to manipulate… there was still that little fear of rejection, just as all human beings feel. Sure, maybe she had stuffed it deep down inside of her, but I could still feel it, sense it. It was written in the way that her body tensed against mine, in the way that her fingers acted afraid to explore any further, and in the way that she continued on giving me that look but didn’t lean in to kiss me, as if she wouldn’t go further unless I positively responded.
So I decided to wait. I’m not sure what within me finally had the balls to do such an irrational thing that was entirely out of my own character, but for some reason I abandoned all of my overwhelming lusts that I had been fighting for hours, and I just sat there waiting to see what she would do.
Her fingers traced my collarbone, and then my lips, before she leaned into me again, this time letting her tongue glide the length of my ear before she whispered gently, her hot breath against me; “and I knew you wanted me when you held my hand onto your leg… and even the way you first looked at me this morning.”
So that was her plan, her way of insuring herself against rejection? Well… it definitely worked.
I touched my fingertips to her chin, guiding her face, coaxing her to line her lips up with mine. At the instant they met and we locked into a kiss, what had been slow and eased suddenly turned into unbridled passion, my hands gripping her thighs roughly, and hers clutching my hair, pulling more than was comfortable, but I was far from complaining.
Her tongue brushed against my lips, then I allowed it entry in, and while she couldn’t decide on groping my breasts or pulling my hair, her tongue forced its way in and out of my mouth, encouraging stifled moans.
We both breathed to the same rhythm, although it was hard and erratic. She managed to pull her lips away from mine long enough to make out a few words in Spanish, and although I didn’t understand her, I knhat hat if she had been moaning out “I still didn’t finish my cheeseburger yet”, I would have been aroused beyond belief despite the meaning.
Her hands once again fondled my breasts, her anticipation to feel the naked flesh beneath my shirt becoming crystal clear. Her thick, gorgeous hair fell all around me as we kissed, and I felt myself losing control to her, becoming exactly what everyone else was. A slave to their coveting of her body, a slave to their burning for her that ached beyond belief every moment she teased and toyed and flashed just a little more skin in the latest music video.
Once again she murmured something to me between the kisses that had become much more forceful, but this time I understood it perfectly.
“Ohh…” she moaned, clutching tightly to the front of my shirt, “oh fuck me… mm fuck me!”
She begged and whimpered for it, but that was unnecessary. It was seconds before I had removed her tanktop and bra (if either of them could actually be classified into those respective categories), my hands fumbling with the hesitance of an absolute virgin. And I suppose in a way I was, I had gotten laid by plenty of different types of girls, but never anyone like this, never anyone who even came close. Normally if I could have shaken hands or said hello to this girl, I would go home from it and pick up the phone to call three or four of my best friends right off, telling them how awesome it was. Now I was unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down around her knees while my hands gripped her tight, round ass-cheeks and she nibbled firmly on my bottom lip. It was surreal.
Kira shoved me violently to the side so that I was lying down on the seat, and she was still straddling my hips, her pants pulled down while she lingered above me, totally topless. I stared at her perfect breasts and licked my lips. Tan and sculpted with full, brown nipples that begged me to bite down on them until she screamed for it.
Apparently reading my mind, she smiled and placed her palm against my chest, pinning me there. “Save the foreplay for later, I want to feel your mouth on me first.” She said, making it clear that this was a non-negotiable command. Still, I let my hands explore her tight stomach as well as her chest while she quickly removed herts. ts. I was beginning to love the way this was turning out, especially since I hadn’t removed any clothing at all, I was free to simply admire.
I glanced up quickly, looking past her and out the window. Well at least, I tried to. The windows were completely steamed over and I knew that in addition to the thick cloudy layer, they were tinted as well. Even if someone could see past all that, they would probably enjoy it to much to do anything. I was just speculating to myself how awesome it would be if someone I knew saw me like this, laid back on a soft leather seat with the sexy popr inr in every man’s (and plenty of women’s) masturbatory fantasies, when I felt hot liquid drip onto my chest.
And… ohh yes… that hot liquid was her.
She didn’t even bother to let me know what was in store for me, once her pants and thong had been tossed to the floor of the cab, she quickly climbed on top of me once more, then grabbed onto the back of my head and mounted my face. I judged by the way that she pushed herself against my mouth that she wanted to feel my tongue inside of her, so I obliged.
As soon as I tasted her I let out a loud moan and felt my own sex getting even wetter against my thighs. While every part of my mouth explored her slowly, my hands continued to do the same over the rest of her skin. It was unbelievable how wet she had become, and how sultry her moans sounded the more and more I let my tongue slip up inside of her.
Normally I would have been bothered a little by the unattractive sound of wet flesh beating against wet flesh that was made by my tongue, but now I realized just how damn sexy it could be when accented by her sighs and heavy breaths. I grabbed onto her ass so firmly with my right hand that I was certain each finger left a small bruise, but it was no gentler than how tightly she was holding onto the back of my head, pulling me as far and deep into her as I could possibly go. My left hand slithered along her ribcage, then on to her breasts, taking her hard, plump nipple between my fingers and squeezing… pinching… oh it felt so fucking incredible I knew the slightest feeling of anything between my legs would cause me to come instantly.
She breathed out something else, more indistinct words in Spanish. This must have caused me to react unknowingly because she smiled, and looked down at me. My eyes had stayed open through out all of this, watching her body form sweat that glistened over flesh that seemed as if chiseled expertly from marble, watching the way her hair flowed and moved over her in the same rhythm as her hips.
The only thing I caught in what she said while looking down at me was “te encantas” which I knew to mean ‘be delighted with’, loosely, or maybe more accurately “be aroused by” in this situation. I couldn’t think whether that meant “I’m aroused by you” or “you’re aroused by me”, but it didn’t really matter. What mattered most was that my tongue was flicking back and forth, and in and out of herle hle her moans were quickly evolving towards screams, and her warm juices trickled steadily out of her and onto my chin, my cheeks… into my mouth.
Suddenly she trembled, now screaming out words I didn’t even hear, alternating between the two languages as her thighs covered my cheeks with sweat that was indistinguishable between the juices from her pussy. One final scream as her hand gripped and forced my head against her even harder, which I had previously thought to be impossible. One final scream as she convulsed violently and I felt her walls tightening completely around my tongue. That one final scream before she released my now-aching head, caught her breath, and climbed off of me.
She sat on my chest, still dripping, while we both waited for a long minute and tried to breathe. Then when we had both calmed just a little, she reached down and ran her fingers over my cheek, and whispered her gratitude. "You don't have to thank me, your screams gave me the idea that you enjoyed it." I replied, smiling widely.
She laughed and then moved so that she was kneeling on the seat beside me, and I sat up, assessing how wet my shirt had become from her.
I had assumed that we would go on, you know, the way that I've usually had sex. One person comes, then the other, then maybe both at the same time... no particular order, it just ends up that both people inevitably get what they want. But she just settled back into her seat, a good three feet away from me, and began to pull her clothes back on.
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