Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous | By : Elocin Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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CHAPTER 7
"God, all that stress for nothing." She says, picking at one of the cookies as I put them out to cool.
"Well, it's better than if it was actually for something." I slap her hand away as she comes back for more.
"Diana, I'm starving! I haven't eaten in two days." She says, holding up three fingers. Sometimes I really do worry about her mental capacity.
"You can wait another five minutes."
"But I want them noooooow!" Jesus, I really hope that all this whininess is being caused by low blood sugar or something. She's never been like this before.
I shake my head at her. "Come here." I grab her hips and pull her against me. I kiss her and it feels different, better almost, than any of the kisses we've shared before. What the fuck is happening today?
Maybe all of this is just some crazy, fucked dream. Carrie being all insightful, Kelly being and then not being pregnant, Kelly saying that she loves me, even if she doesn't know she did. All of it. It is possible, I did eat a lot of sherbet with Carrie last night, Carrie on a sugar high is probably the funniest things I have ever seen, the girl goes nuts!
I shake it off and concentrate on the feeling of Kelly's teeth tugging at my bottom lip and her hands on my ass. The kiss lasts for a few more minutes, till it got to the point where we either stop kissing or we end up having sex on the kitchen counter, which is actually surprisingly dangerous. Seriously, we fell off there once and I almost cracked my skull open.
Kelly attacked the cookies like Cookie Monster gone feral, practically inhaling the first three before finally getting herself under enough control to eat the fourth in a more civilized fashion. "These are so good." She moans. Kelly, swallow then speak. "Are you going to have any?"
"Nah, way too many calories for me." It's true, I'm trying to drop a size so I can fit better into this gorgeous pair of jeans I saw the other day.
Kelly quickly washes her mouthful of food down with a sip of water before speaking. Good girl. "Di, you're not on one of your 'I'm fat' kicks again, are you?" She asks sternly, I almost expect her to start wagging her finger at me.
"No." There I go lying again. Lucky I'm so good at it.
"Good. Because if you were I'd have to slap you. You're not fat, you're perfect."
I'm blushing, why am I blushing? "Thanks." I mumble. "Hey, I was thinking of getting a tattoo." I say, eager to change the subject.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I figured I should ask you about it. You've got the most out of anyone I know."
"Cool, we could go and get them together. I want to get a new one done."
"Where do you want yours?" I hope she isn't going to get a huge one on her arms, they just scream white trash.
"Don't know, maybe another little one on my wrist or my lower back. What about you?"
"My ankle, I think. Maybe my hip." Although the lower back thing does sound appealing.
"I've hear it hurts a lot more on your ankle cause your bone is closer to the surface." She says, stuffing the last of her fifth cookie in her mouth.
"Well sometimes you have to take a little pain to get what you want."
"Don't I know it." She says, glancing slyly at me. Hmmm.
"So you want to go tonight?" She asks, wiping her hands on a napkin and putting her plate into the sink.
"Uh, sure, if you've got nothing else on." When did I get so schoolgirl with a crush-ish? Is my brain even connected to my mouth anymore?
"I'm yours for the next week, I called my management and had them cancel everything when I found out I was pregnant."
"Impressive. How did you manage to swing that?"
"Told them that I was coming down with bronchitis again and after what happened last time it would be a good idea to be cautious." Smart girl, well sometimes.
"So, what do you wanna do now?"
"I think I'm pretty much out of food. Want to go to Wal-Mart?"
"I love Wal-Mart!" I squeal, how embarrassing.
"I know." Did she just roll her eyes at me? "I do too. Give me a second to get ready?"
She puts her hands around my waist and pulls me against her.
"Need some help with that?" I say, licking my lips. Fuck Wal-Mart, the way she's looking at me, all I want to do is spend the rest of the day in bed with her.
She flicks her tongue out to swipe against my lips. Jesus Christ. "Help? Why do I get the impression that you wouldn't be much help when I'm trying to put clothes on." Where has all this confidence come from, it's almost like she's me, it's very unsettling.
She has really pretty eyes, I realize. In this light they're almost golden, with green edges, interesting. Not like mine, boring brown. The only time they change color is when I'm angry, then they go black and make me look like the spawn of Satan, which can be kind of cool.
You know what, screw shopping. It's been way too long since we've been together. I put my hands on her shoulders and draw her closer, I lick her neck making her throw her head back and moan, rubbing the back of my leg with the foot she's got wrapped around my leg.
"Don't stop." Kelly moans as I drag my tongue from my collarbone to her ear. She tastes so fucking good. Kelly let's out a surprised gasp as I sweep her off her feet, literally. I don't know why I'm doing it, it just felt like the right thing to do.
Kelly giggles as I carry her through the kitchen and dining room. It's alright for her, she's not the one doing all the heavy lifting.
By the time I get to the steps to the hallway leading to her bedroom, I'm starting to think this wasn't one of my brightest ideas. Either I'm not as strong as I thought I was or Kelly's heavier than she looks. But I grit my teeth and bare it. Mostly because I don't really think Kelly would appreciate being dropped on her ass in the middle of the hall. That would be a total mood killer.
When I finally reach her bedroom my arms are aching and I briefly contemplate just dropping her on the floor but judging by the strong grip she's got around my neck she'd just bring me down with her and that would just be embarrassing, so scratch that.
I enter the bedroom, careful not to let Kelly hit her head on the doorframe she probably can't afford to lose any more brain cells and throw her on the bed. I think that in the minute it took to get from the kitchen to the bedroom, I have pulled every muscle in my body. Ow.
She smiles up at me and suddenly it all seems worth it. Silly, cute, little hobbit girl. I collapse on the bed next to her, I carried her all the way here now it's time for her to do some of the work.
She crawls over and starts kissing my neck and I lay back, content to let her do whatever she wants with me. She bites down on my neck making me yelp.
"Just wanted to make sure you were paying attention to me." She grins wickedly. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
I take her head in my hands. "Believe me baby. You always have my undivided attention. Do with me what you will." Seeing the look in her eyes I'm fairly certain I'm going to enjoy this.
She captures my mouth in a rough kiss, her tongue tangling with mine as her hands cup my breasts, running her thumbs over my already hard and aching nipples. I moan into her mouth and try and lean further into the kiss as she pulls away from me.
Kelly presses a finger against my lips. "Shhhh."
I have never, ever seen her like this, every single time we fucked it was me who made the first move, I was the aggressive one and she just followed along, doing what I told her to do.
She pulls my shirt off and bites her bottom lip when she see that I'm not wearing a bra underneath. "You are so hot." She says, seemingly entranced by my breasts, they seem to have that effect on a lot of people. It's a point of pride for me.
She kisses me again, gently lowering me back to the bed. I could get used to this.
"No, this is for you." She says when I try and remove her shirt.
"So? What if I want to see you get nekkid?" She laughs and fulfils my request, removing her shirt and laying back down on top of me, her mouth latching onto my right nipple and sucking hard, her hand coming up to roll my left nipple between her fingers. Oh God, I am so fucking wet, I bet I've soaked right through my jeans.
I run a hand through her hair and try to urge her head lower but she's intent on taking her time and well, who can blame her, my breasts are magnificent.
Finally she starts kissing her way down my belly, slow and unhurried, despite my best efforts to get her to move faster. But it is just so hot.
She slowly unbuttons my jeans, biting at the skin the pop of each button exposes.
The last button pops and she raises an eyebrow at my lack of panties. I shrug at her questioning look. What did she expect, I knew that coming over here I had a 99% chance of getting laid and underwear only gets in the way.
She grins and pulls my jeans down my legs and tosses them to the floor, she gives my pussy a long lick, making sure to hit my clit and make me jump. Oh, yes.
That's why it's so frustrating when she sits up and crawls over to me to reach under the bed. What the fuck, woman?
Then I catch a glimpse of a plain silver vibrator in her hand, it was small only about five or six inches long. She must have got it for me, I realize. She absolutely hates being penetrated by anything other than my fingers, this on time I tried to use a dildo on her and she freaked out and started crying before it had even gone an inch deep. That's why I found it so hard to believe that she thought that she was straight. Seriously, the biggest thing that she's ever had inside her is my fist and that only happened because she was off her face on tequila. The next day I told her that I thought I had lost a ring I had been wearing up there. Needless to say she was not amused and refused to speak to me for two days. Can you say overreaction?
I gasp when she easily slides the vibrator inside me and starts lapping at my clit. This is so...so fucking good that I'm starting to wonder if she's been taking lessons from Carrie.
She turns the vibrator on, on it's slowest setting and a low hum fills the room. Jesus. She takes my clit into her mouth, sucking in time with the gentle vibrations.
Oh shit, I am so close and she must be able to tell because she's starting to slow down, why is she slowing down? I let out a whine and grab at her hair. "Faster baby. Come on."
But Kelly's not having any of it, instead she removes her face from my pussy completely (Whhhhhhhhy!?!) and rests her head against my inner thigh, watching herself fucking me with the vibrator. Damn, did her kink factor just go up or what.
She looks up at me with her hazel eyes that were so darkened by lust they almost matched the color of mine. "Come for me baby." She whispers huskily, flicking the vibrator on to full power...ugh...I am so fucking close.
I reach down and tug her head up to mine, kissing her fiercely and tasting myself on her lips. Fuck, I even taste good.
"Oh shit...Oh…Fuck…Kelly...KellyKellyKelly..."I babble and then go quiet when I come. I bet you thought I'd be a screamer, huh?
She kisses me as I come down. Damn, I think my little Kellbell just knocked Carrie off the top of the list.
TBC
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