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Singers / Re: In The Groove (Britney Spears)
« Last post by Old_CSSA_Archive on March 25, 2024, 05:54:04 PM »
Part 19

"Hey honey," her mom Linda said, smiling warmly at her. Britney looked up at the two men she'd been raised by, her father Jamie and brother Bryan. Bryan looked at her with a hesitant smile, as if unsure of who he was looking at. Her father divided his gaze between her and the wall full of plaques. 'He's not looking at me...he's looking at parts of me,' Britney realized, hating the way his gaze made her feel. 'It's just like how people look at my chest.'

Out loud, she said, "So what brings you all here? I'm only here for the rest of the day." The family looked at each other and at Max Martin, who'd quietly found a seat to observe what he could. He tried to soak in as much of the atmosphere as possible.

"Oh, honey, we needed to talk to you," her mom drawled in her
Louisianan accent, leaning over to hug her middle child.

Britney hugged her back, which evolved into a 3-way hug when Brian joined in. "Brian, you've gotten so big....how much can you set?"

"About....well, you two times....about 300," he said proudly.  Her dad stood on the sidelines, clearing his throat.  He boomed, "Well, Brit-Brit, you jetted off so fast after the party, we didn't know where you went. We had to contact Johnny to find you."

"If I remember correctly, you left the party before I did," Britney snapped, remembering her emotions from that night. " Oh, I see Daddy....Look, can we discuss this somewhere else? I have to get this session done." Her family had forgotten Max was right there. They weren't as keen on their surroundings as Britney was. Fame had made her that way. Plus, her daddy's face looked like a storm was brewing.  Her mother glanced nervously between the two of them, and Bryan looked like he was ready to hold his father back, if need be.

"Is Jamie Lynn here?" Britney asked, knowing how her sister feared flying.

"No, she's at home, staying with the Jacksons.  We didn't think it was appropriate to bring her this time." Bryan said levelly.

"Where are yall staying?" Britney asked, spinning around in her chair. She wished they'd stayed at home. 'Well, at least I got my song done,' she thought to herself. She held onto that thought as she arranged with her family to meet them later at their hotel. They all hugged again, this time even Jamie. He grunted as he enveloped her in his arms, squeezing her like a lemon.

"Oh, Daddy," Britney said, in heaven. She smiled up at him as he let go, but he quickly turned his back and left. Her sigh turned into a weary grin as she spotted Max in the corner, deep in thought. He snapped out, and looked at her, away, and back again. He asked her quietly, "Does your family know about your songwriting?"

"More or less, yes...." she laughed. "Mostly everyone knows, but it's the transition, the acceptance, that makes this so interesting. But you know what, Max? IT'S INTERESTING TO EVERYONE BUT ME. Is that my phone?" Britney went to her purse and pulled it out.

"Oh, hi Johnny. Oh. Oh, I see....ET??? Well, I think........I know, but.....yes, I know.....Johnny, we should just roll with it. It's no big humongous deal! PR shouldn't be sweating bullets over this."

Johnny Wright sat in his office in California, 6 phones ringing off the hook, ims popping up on his screen, and faxes streaming out of his machine. His secretary ran around like a cheerleader, trying to make sense of all the hysteria his top solo client had caused. He was used to being in control, in sync. He'd kept New Kid Jon Knight's homosexuality under wraps until the end, but this wasn't Britney's end; this was her new beginning. And Britney didn't have 4 other members to back her up.

'TJ Espinoza doesn't count,' he thought to himself, laughing. His dimples deepened as he chuckled to himself, but disappeared again as his serious demeanor took control. Britney talked on and on, and he half-listened as he read a message Jive Records had just sent in. They were pissed indeed. They had a huge media blitz planned for Britney's new album, and, in their opinion, it was ruined because of "their artist's carelessness."  It all boiled down to money. Jive feared losing it's reign as the top pop factory.  Johnny hurriedly assured them that everything would be all right. They hoped so, they replied. He ended his discussion with Jive and and put his whole focus back on Britney. She was so exhausting sometimes. His eyes lit up as he relayed some media stunts his pr department had suggested.

"Look, B, I have an idea. Why don't you.....go a few places with Justin. Places where the paparazzi hangs out. You can be bi....like that Jolie woman. Some people think it's "cool" to be bi. And Prince William is still calling about his damn email. Why didn't you ever email him back?"

"Johnny, are the press really on my back?"

"Britney, listen to all this noise in here..."  Johnny held out the phone so she could get an earful of the office sounds. He put the phone back to his ear.  "It's just me and Sonia here.We've got to do something about this. It won't go away. Nothing ever goes away about you, B," he chuckled.

She chuckled in return. "Okay, I ......I'll go a few places with Justin."

"Ok......you have to BE with him, though."

"Johnny....." she sighed. "Does he know?"

"Yes, I've already talked with him." Johnny thought of Jasmine, whom he viewed as a problem. 'How could I get rid of her??'  he thought to himself.

"What do you mean BE with him?" she pressed, playing with buttons on the control board.

"I mean, like kisses and stuff.....you know, a little overt, but nothing over the top. Just enough to quiet the press a little bit." Johnny looked at the email he just received from The Advocate Magazine, asking for an interview.

"Johnny, do you think this will affect album sales?" Britney took it to the point of the whole conversation. She wasn't slow.

"Yes, I do think so. But it's possible you'll get a lot of lesbian fans now....you already have the drag queen sector," he joked. "B, B, B......you do know that you influence millions of teenage girls????? Their mothers will be on you if they happen to like the girl next door a little too much. This is a pr's dream...ok, I'll get back to you on what we'll do next. Have a good session, and bleed Britney into those songs!!!!"

"I will, J. Love ya."

"Love ya too."

They disconnected.

Britney finished recording and returned to her hotel. She signed a few autographs when she entered the lobby with Big Rob, who escorted her to her suite. She was dead tired. But when she got there, she found Jasmine exercising along with Denise Austin, punching the air angrily. Her jerky movements alarmed Britney.

"Babe, you okay?"

"Yah....." she sighed. "Well, I didn't have to tell my family. We found out together on ET. They hung up on me, Brit!  They wouldn't even let me explain how or why I fell in love with you...."

"Oh Jas, I'm so damn sorry!!" Britney walked over to Jasmine and held her in her arms as Jasmine weeped, letting the emotions that she'd bottled up loose.  "Your family will come around, I hope. I have to face mine this evening. My dad looks mad enough to kill me. He makes me feel so bad, so guilty. They have to realize that our decisions are our own, not theirs. I heard about ET from Johnny. I still don't regret what happened, but he's trying to make me make up for it, though...in a way."

"How?" Jasmine said, sitting on the bed as Britney laid out and crawled under the covers.

"He wants me to go some some places with Justin." Britney said quietly.

"Why?" Jasmine asked, feeling "the green monster" bite her.

"He...he thinks that if the public thinks that i'm bi, that the press will be nicer."

 "Oh, I see. Are you going to do it?"

"I think I should. What do you think?"  Britney watched Jasmine's face.

"As long as you don't bone him, we're fine."

"Well, he is kinda fine......" Britney said, nodding to herself.

"I'm just kidding, baby. You're cuter," she said, twirling Jasmine's hair with her fingers. "I couldn't be into somebody I grew up with....not him, anyway. But we did try to hook up a few times..but that was so long ago. Ever since he got really big, he's been so damn cocky. I mean, he has his nice moments when he's himself, but other times he's just swollen with himself.  But....now that we're talking about swollen things, let's see what else is swollen...."

Jasmine licked her lips as Britney's hand opened her sweatshirt and stroked her breasts......
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Singers / Re: In The Groove (Britney Spears)
« Last post by Old_CSSA_Archive on March 25, 2024, 05:45:00 PM »
Part 18

"Okay, so what time does "Entertainment Tonight" come on?" Julie, Jasmine's sister, asked as she walked into the Hall family's living room, Healthy Choice dinner in hand.

"Um, in a few minutes. They say it's breaking news about "Barbie" Spears, and Jasmine is on tour with her, so I thought we should watch. To just make sure she's okay," Porsha,Jasmine's mother, said, scanning the Prevue channel.

"When was the last time she called?" Julie asked, noting her mother's semi-crazed expression.

"Last month sometime. I really hope this works out for her, this dance thing. I don't support her. She never went to college...what if she twists something, or breaks her back.....that would be it..." Jas's mom trailed off.

Jasmine's father, Marc, joined the family in the den, wondering why they weren't watching the 49ers game, as had been planned.  He frowned when he realised they were watching "Entertainment Tonight".

"What are we watching this for?"

"Because they said they had something to announce about Britney Spears. Maybe she died or something."

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Jasmine stood outside the hotel in Sweden, in the phone booth. They were in Sweden to record for Britney's upcoming album. She searched her messy purse for her calling card, the rain pelting the booth. For some reason, she felt lonely for her family, even though they didn't really understand or appreciate her existence. But she needed very badly to feel some sort of connection. They HAD been there with her through her bad times; they had caused most of them.   Finally, she found the card, and went through the motions of placing the call. The auto-operator announced "It is 7:00 where you are calling." A wave of fear trickled through her body. Her family made her so nervous sometimes. Ring......Ring.....

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"Goddamnit! Who knocked me off the computer NOW?" Bridgette, Jasmine's baby sister, said. " I was in the middle of a good fanfic....uh....nevermind...." She picked up the phone quickly. "Hello?"

"Uh, Bridgette?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Jasmine! You should know my voice! I know yours! Why did it take you so long to pick up? Did you guys just get back in?" Jas asked, strangely longing to be at her cozy home....used-to-be-home.

"No, everyone's right here. I was online, reading this good story. They're in the den watching....something, the game I think. Do you want to speak to mom?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Okay, hold on. Moooooooooommmm............Jassssssssss." Bridgette drew out, running the phone over to her mom on the couch.

"Hello?"

"Mom?"

"Jasmine! I was just thinking about you! We're watching "E.T." ..they're talking about Britney right now....."

Jasmine gulped, wondering what they were saying about her.

"Jasmine, you're on tv! Do you see yourself? You're holding hands with......Britney....."

"Huh? I am? I'm in Sweden.... Oh, my....." Jas said, realising what her family was seeing.

"JASMINE IS WHAT???OMG.... JASMINE IS GAY!!!!" Julie yelled, her fork falling out of her mouth. Her father leaped from his ez-chair.

"Jasmine?"

"Is Jasmine on the phone right now? Oh My God, let me speak to her." Julie demanded. Her mother held her back.

Bridgette waited in the den for the conversation to end so she could get back online. 'Jasmine's gay, whoop-de-doo' she thought.

"I'm still here."

"Is it true, baby? And Britney too?" her father asked, getting on an extension.

Julie was in the corner, complaining and crying hysterically: "On top of everything else, she's gay. What a weirdo I have for a sister. And she can't just be gay in Las Vegas. No, she has to be flaming for the whole damn world to see, with that stiff pop star." She wiped the tears from her eyes, but they continued to run.

"Yes, it's true. It's true, valid. We love each other. That's why I......called," she forced  out.

The phone disconnected.

Jasmine pursed her lips, closing her eyes tight to hold her feelings in until she got back to the Waldorf. Alex, her fellow dancer, studied her from his hotel room window, feeling bad for her.

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Britney stared into Max Martin's face as he scribbled on the paper that she'd been singing from.  She watched him draw through words, add on, and erase over and over.

This was the 4th and,hopefully, final song they were recording from Sweden. From there, the rest would be done at the Hit Factory in New York. So far, they'd done "..Oops",  "Stronger" and "Lucky". Out of them all, she loved " "Lucky" the best. Max really had a way of digging into her soul and finding lyrics that reached out to her. But this song in particular that they were recording, was not up to her par. They were just messing around with this one, it was an alternate for a B-side for a single.

"Okay....here.....let's try this one now."

Britney grinned, got up, and  went into the booth.

She sighed, and began.

"Hit me baby cause sometimes you drive me crazy.........." she tossed the paper down.

She screamed in frustration.

"Max, is this a joke? You're kidding, right??? Right?"

"Britney, this is how Johnny wants it."

"Johnny who?"

"Your manager? Remember?" He began laughing.

"I don't think so! But yeah, how could I forget him?"

She smiled.

"Look, I was just trying to cheer you up. I mean, you've been hitting the songs fantastic, and that makes for.......how you say...... good song. But you haven't smiled once. I don't want you to turn into a machine."

"Max, I have a song that I wrote that I'd like to do acapella for you."

"Okay, shoot B."

She went over to her purse and got the song out she'd printed off the disk. She'd just written it last night in the tub. (Author's note. I wrote this.)

Desire
By: Britney Spears

1.
I see you grooving in the club
And I can tell you ain't no scrub...
So darlin please look this way
Cause I just really wanna say...

Chorus:
Please,please light my fire
It's all about sexual desire
Girl, I'm getting damn tired
Being alone with this desire......

2.
I know where we can be alone
Just follow me to my private home
Go up the stairs,unplug the phone
Turn down the sheets, cause girl it's on....

Chorus:
Please,Please light my fire
It's all about sexual desire
Girl, I'm getting damn tired
Being alone with this desire.

Bridge:
I'm not into wasting time
With this hectic life of mine
So it's about time to start this rhyme
Come out from behind
Yourself and let's get to the grind
Girl....

Chorus until end..


Britney sang her heart out until the end. When she was done, she felt relived.

Max was staring at her.

"What did you think, Max?"

"Britney, that's a very...mature song. Um....are you singing "girl" instead of "boy"?"

"Yes, I am."

"What prompted you to write this song?"

"Oh, I was just fooling around last night, and it just came out."

"Oh. What about the girl part?"

Britney felt as if everyone had beat her sexuality to death. She sighed and explained that she was bi.

"Oh, I see," Max said. "Well,I like the song. We can work with it, see what we can change around....."

Britney cleared her throat. "What do you mean, change? The content?"

"I mean the rhyme meter."

"Oh, okay!" Britney sat up straight. She also had some other song ideas, but those she would present in New York next week.......

"Britney, you have  visitors."

"Dad?" she asked, shocked. "Omg...Brian.....mom..."
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Singers / Re: In The Groove (Britney Spears)
« Last post by Old_CSSA_Archive on March 25, 2024, 05:38:48 PM »
Part 17

Jasmine and Britney arrive back at the hotel around three, both very
wired for different reasons.

Jas was thinking of the surprise she'd had for Britney;Would she be in the mood for it now?

Britney tried again to absorb everything that had gone down this evening. She moaned loudly as they entered the hotel lobby.

"Are you okay?" Jasmine asked her, concerned. It had been a hell of a night for them both.

"Yeah, I'm fine Jas."

"Do you still want your surprise? It can wait..."

"No, I still want it," Britney replied as they walked slowly. She added, "And besides.....nobody gave me any b-day spankings."

"Britney, grown women don't get spanked," Jas replied quickly, shaking her head.

"Yes they do!" Britney replied, laughing, and lightly spanked Jasmine's ass twice, making Jas jump.

"Oh, THAT way," Jasmine laughed along, getting turned on. They looked at each other, eyes searching.

They hadn't done anything major sexually since the night of Brit's last concert in Monaco, the night Nick Carter had wanted to join them for a ménage a trois. They had been content with bear hugs, wet kisses, and conversation.

"Come on," Jasmine said, pulling Britney along. "I've set up something in the ballroom."

"Like, what?"

"Like, you'll see. We're almost there."

They rode the elevator to the top floor, got off, and walked to the left. Jasmine slid a card key through the door. The green light came on, and the girls quickly entered. "It's beautiful in here- did you set this up while I was at rehearsal?" Britney said, looking around the huge room.

"Yes, and I had a little help." Jasmine added, thinking of the dancers who'd helped her, Alex and Kristin. A huge Christmas tree glowed softly in the corner, giving off the only light in the room. A huge crushed red velvet settee sat near the tree,and a small table near the chair, with some objects on top of it.

"Close your eyes and sit down," Jasmine said, leading Britney over to the chair. Britney did, putting her hands over her eyes, and began humming "Silent Night", a soft smile on her face. Jasmine sauntered over to the table and picked up a long green feather. She ran her hands up and down it, pressing her fingers into the stem of it. She took off her shoes, tip-toed behind Britney, and lifted her hair from her neck.

"Are you ticklish?"


"I told you earlier that I wasn't!" Britney laughed.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, we'll see." Jasmine took the feather and slid it down Britney's neck. Britney jumped.

"What is that?" she asked, taking her hands off her eyes.

"What does it feel like?" Jasmine asked.

"I don't know.....it feels soft, and hard at the same time."

Jasmine leaned over and kissed the back of Britney's neck. She ran her tongued over brit's hairline and down the nape of her neck.

She ran the base of the feather over the same places, slowly...she pressed her body into Britney's, wanting to feel every reaction.

Britney began opening and closing her legs, not even aware she was doing it. Her whole body was enflamed....her nipples, her pussy, her soul......her neck....she wailed softly.She wanted to lay down on the settee...

Jasmine smiled, enjoying Britney's reaction. She unzipped Britney's dress, and lifted Britney's arms out of the top half. Britney helped, keeping her eyes closed. Jasmine kissed her neck, letting the feather follow, whispering over her body. She ran it on the side of Britney's neck, and she began squirming.

"Stop, baby..sto..."

"Stop, why?"

"Cause I'm ticklish, okay? Ok? Noo.....stop!!!!" Britney pleaded, moving around on the settee.

"Say Jasmine."

"Jasmine."

Jasmine laid the feather to the side, and told Britney, "By the end of tonight, you won't be ticklish. I'll find out where you're ticklish, okay? Then we'll both know."

"Are you ticklish? Well, your answer doesn't matter ANYWAY cause we'll know about you too!" Britney challenged.

"Oh, you think so?" Jasmine laughed, running the feather over Britney's feminine muscular back. "Babe,it's not about me tonight. It's about you. Okay?"

"Okay, but I'm not used to it just being about me." Britney said in a soft voice.

"Take a deep breath, boo."

Britney did, her whole body totally relaxing. And in doing so, the feather lost some of its effect. Britney arched into it, wherever it touched. Jasmine removed the rest of Brit's outfit, and then her own. The Christmas lights light up their bodies, the kaleidoscopic lights moving with their  bodies. 

Her breasts.......her nipples erect like two gold stud earrings...Jasmine's tongue slid over her nipples lazily, lost in the sensation of Brit's breasts inside her mouth.....

She kissed the rise of her belly,running her lips up, down and over it over and over. Jasmine moved down Britney's body,nearing her golden triangle. Britney pumped her thighs up, reaching for something to be there.

"Oh my god.........." Britney moaned, putting her legs in the air.

"Please....."

Jasmine had arrived at the gate to Britney's heaven. It was wet, warm horny, and smelled delicious. The essence of woman. Jasmine wrapped Britney's thighs above her neck and dove right in, only to have Britney wrap her thighs tight around her neck, then relax them.

"I'm ticklish there. For real, Jasmine. You know I've never done this before."

Jasmine laughed, surrounded by Britney's pussy. "Now you definitely can't be ticklish here, not after tonight." Jasmine slowly kissed Britney's pussy. She began with the outer lips, tugging on them, sliding her tongue over them. Then she went to the inner lips, and finally the heart of Britney's pussy, darting her tongue in quickly, in and out. Her nectar flowed out of her. It was like an aphrodisiac, and Jasmine had to have more. She dug her tongue in deep, tongue-fucking her. Every time she dragged her tongue out of her, she teased Britney's clit.....

"Right there!" Britney said every time Jasmine licked her clit. But Jasmine ignored her, wanting to draw out the experience. Britney had her hands in Jasmine's hair, urging her on, rubbing their bare bodies up and down the settee. Jasmine took her clit between her lips and began to tongue it like it was going out of style. No matter how much Britney squirmed, Jasmine stayed on it, until Britney stopped squirming. This was flesh, moving flesh, inside of her. Jasmine smiled to herself, picking up pace, only to slow down again.  Britney ran her hands over her forehead and through her hair in frustration, realizing that Jasmine was the captain of this voyage, herself only a passenger. She twisted and turned under Jasmine's lips, teeth, and tongue, wishing none of it would end.

Finally, she went over, moaning loudly, clamping down hard on Jasmine's neck. Jasmine stayed on the same tempo, pulling for every drop of Britney's release flooding her mouth. She swallowed greedily, lapping all over the lips.

"Ummmmm......ummmmmmmm" Britney said, smiling as she was licked, feeling the vibrations ebbing through her body. Her thighs unclenched themselves, and Jasmine gave Britney's pussy one more long, full lick before crawling up her body to kiss her.

"Was this my surprise?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. This is a lot better than the Barbie Ferrari I got one year."

They laughed.

"I love you."

"And I love you."
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Singers / Re: In The Groove (Britney Spears)
« Last post by Old_CSSA_Archive on March 25, 2024, 05:33:03 PM »
Part 16

After they'd sat down to eat cake and chicken parmesan, the party guests rose again to dance and talk the evening away. Britney was sitting with NYSNC, Johnny Wright,  her mother Linda,  big brother Bryan and baby sister Jamie Lynn. Bryan and Jamie Lynn were talking amongst themselves as her sister tried to make sense of what had started the fight between "Boo-boo" (Britney's nickname) and "Buffy".

"But why did she get all mad at "Buffy"? I like "Buffy"." Jamie Lynn
asked.

Bryan sighed. He didn't know what to tell her, really. Of course, it had thrown him for a loop to realize his sister loved women. Tonight was the first he'd ever known of her being bi.  All these years....he'd never guessed. He'd always hoped to hook his best friend up with her, who'd been in love with her for years. Britney had never been interested, instead making him a friend. He hoped one day to be the best man at their wedding.  Now he saw those visions drifting away as his little sister looked up at him with those brown Spears eyes. He rubbed his muscular arms, feeling cold even though he was inside a warm room.

"Jamie, she got mad because "Buffy" was kissing Jasmine."

"Who is Jasmine?" she asked, confused.

Bryan pointed across the table at her. "Her."

"Oh, that pretty  dancer-woman? Well...why did Britney get mad, though?"

Bryan cleared his throat. Jamie was young, and this was a sexual thing.

His parents hadn't discussed sex with her yet. As it was, she'd had to beg and cry to come to this party. Britney had intervened on her behalf. There were some times that her folks wouldn't let her see Britney on tv cause of things she wore. Like when Rolling Stone came to the house, she'd had to stay at a friend's house the whole time.  He looked at Britney and Jasmine, and back at his sister.

"I'm not sure, Jamie. Ask mom, okay?"

"Okay," Jamie said, looking at her sister hold Jasmine's hand. Hmmm... she thought to herself. I'm asking Britney.

After dinner, the music became hard and fast, then it slowed down again as the hours drifted by. Jas and Brit danced and danced, oftentimes being cut in on by Justin or somebody else, who wanted to look at the two of them close up. Jasmine danced with a lot of the young Hollywood set, like Freddie Prinze Jr., who asked her about herself and -- her and Britney, of course, as if half-believing what they'd seen and heard. Jasmine didn't know why they couldn't. It was no big deal, it was real, they were curious. Jasmine asked them about themselves as well, enjoying the smell of their aftershave and muscular frames.

"What is it like being in the public eye so much?" she asked Seth Green.

She tilted her head back as he dipped her, and brought her back up.

"It's like you have broccoli stuck in your  front teeth and you're making a big speech, and no one tells you. Ever. That's just about how it feels." He smiled, adding on "Do you see any brocoli?"

"No, but I bet it's still there," Jasmine said, getting a whole new perspective on her and Britney's situation. It would be so much easier if they weren't open...or would it? Well, she wouldn't think about that, it was out now.

Seth continued, "That's why I can't believe Britney did that. That's like, one of the first rules anyone in the public eye learns: Don't play show and tell unless you're stuck between a rock and a hard place. I didn't think she'd have the guts to do something like that. I can just imagine mothers of teenage daughters across the world questioning their daughters sexuality."

"You're probably right, Seth. But it's up to those girls and those mothers to deal with it. Believe me, it's a topic that would have come up regardless. It's not like we're saying "BE GAY!" We can all deal. The public will deal with it. Remember Clinton? Is Monica banned for life?"

They laughed. Seth said "I wanted to hold up a "Spears Smackdown" sign!"

"Did you know Sarah was bi/lesbian?"

"Yeah, I knew, but her manager made her keep it a secret. But she flaunted it anyway, it's just the cameras never caught onto it. She even thought her character was gonna hook up with another woman, but then the writers changed it to two supporting characters."

"Interesting. Was she mad?"

"Not really. She pitched a fit, but it wasn't a major one. She's...aware of herself being in the spotlight. But a lot of times, if you're honest with yourself, the public won't come down on you so hard. It's so hard to know what's gonna happen then, cause..it's all human."

"Hi, mind if I cut in?" Britney asked them, popping up.

"No, not at all, Barbie... ow! I mean Britney," Seth said after Britney playfully hit him.

"Thanks for watching her for me."

"No prob, Barb.....Britney," Seth said, hugging her goodnight, then Jasmine.

"He is so cool. I mean, I always liked how he was on tv, but in person, he's the same," Jasmine said, smiling happily.

"Yeah, he is. Wait, is this....baby, my song is on!!!! OMG, let's dance!" Britney exclaimed.

"And this time, no interruptions," Jasmine added, melting into Britney's strong arms as Lenny Kravitz's "I Belong To You" started with its first chorus:

"I Belong to You
And You Belong to Me, too
You make my life complete...
You make my life sooo sweet..."


 The girls molded and pressed their bodies together, undulating against one another.....Jasmine put her head in the crook of Britney's neck, inhaling her perfume...the sweet, sweet scent of Britney. She chuckled to herself. Who'd ever thought she'd be living out loud? She checked her watch, reminding herself that she had a birthday surprise in store for Britney.

Britney pressed herself into Jasmine, needing reassurance of Jasmine's presence, needing reassurance that...everything she'd been through this evening was worth it all. Worth risking it all. Maybe that's what being a woman is all about. Risking it all and still hanging around to watch the pieces fall into the right or wrong places. Looking around, she wasn't sure if the pieces were wrong or right yet, but she knew she wouldn't take this evening back for anything. In the end, it was all about what made her happy.
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Singers / Re: In The Groove (Britney Spears)
« Last post by Old_CSSA_Archive on March 25, 2024, 05:25:03 PM »
Part 15

"SORRY!" Kid Capri yelled, holding his hands up, and the music began playing again as Britney stormed over to Jasmine and Sarah, Jasmine shoving Sarah away.

"I said, what the hell are you doing, Bitch?" Brit repeated, getting right in Sarah's face, uncaring that everywhere, guests had risen and were looking on with interest and shock.

"Why do you care, Spears?" Sarah challenged, smirking, waiting.

"I care because she's my girlfriend! Don't you have enough women, you slut?"

"Jealousy doesn't become you. Well, excuse the hell out of me. Your "girlfriend" told me she was "just your dancer".....private dancer is more like it. She needs to stop hiding, as do you." Sarah said, getting louder with each word. She walked out calmly, smiling, the crowd watching her every move. Then they all looked back at Britney and Jasmine.

Britney's father had found his wife by then, and watched in disbelief as his daughter argued with another woman over a woman. He threw his gift on the table and threw his hands up. Putting his hands to his temples, he stormed away, Linda running after him.

Jasmine's face flamed, aware they were the center of attention. Britney turned to Jasmine, her face reflecting fury and hurt. "Is that what you said?  That you were just my dancer?"

"No, I didn't. When she - can we go somewhere to talk?" Jasmine asked.

"No! Right here, right now. I don't care who's around," Britney said, looking down at the lower level of the club, and at the door...her father was there, arguing with her mother. Her heart sank. "Why did you let her kiss you?" she continued.

"Britney, I didn't LET her. She just did it. It was so quick...oh, damn baby! Didn't you see me pushing her away?"

"No," Britney said as her manager, Johnny Wright, approached her. His face was full of concern.

"B, are you okay?" He pulled her to the side. "B, this was not the best time to --ahem---come out of the closet."

"Johnny, there never is a "best time." I didn't mean for it to come out like this way either, but here it is. Now you know why I never took to your hooking me up with Justin."

Johnny looked at her closely, as if for the first time. "Are you aware of what this may do to your career? Baby, the whole town'll be on this before the party is over."

Britney gazed around the party, but no one seemed to be watching her now. She noticed Jas, alone and aloof, off to the side. She ached for her, feeling the same way. Swinging her gaze back to Johnny, she realised he was waiting for her answer, cell phone in hand."I'm aware of it, Johnny. I think my declaration of my sexuality, a key part of me, will only make my music stronger. We both know it hasn't been up to par." He nodded.

"Well, .....I'm behind you, B; I'm behind you." He hugged her, noticing the slight fear of the future in her big brown eyes.

"Thank you for caring, Johnny. Oh god, I'm getting tears in my eyes," Britney whispered, blinking them away quickly, looking for Jasmine. Johnny smiled and got on his cell phone to call her pr people, his arm still around her.

"It's almost time for the birthday girl to blow out the candles!" the emcee announced. Justin from Nsync came over to Jasmine.

"Hi, how are you?"

"Fine, and you?" Jasmine replied, looking into his surprisingly calm face.

"Um... a little surprised and shocked, like everyone else," he said, laughing.

"Oh, why?" Jasmine asked smiling, already knowing the answer.

"I didn't know that Britney was --" he looked over at her, saying goodbye to Mr. Wright --"bisexual-- lesbian?" He licked his lips. "And all this time, I never..well, I won't go so far as to say that . There were signs. She'd agree with me about how hot Tyra and Janet was all the time."

Britney walked back over to them, and hugged Justin deeply, Justin resting his head in her shoulder, comforting her. Then she want to Jasmine, smiling shakily. She took her hand and led her over to a table. She sat her down and pulled a chair over next to hers. She took Jasmine's hands into her own.

"Well, it's out now."

"Yeah, it's out."

They looked at each other, and smiled, sighing.

"Look, Britney. I didn't out and out say who I was to her because we hadn't discussed how open we were going to be about it. I know you are in the public eye, much more than I am!!!! That's why. Do you understand?" Jasmine said firmly.

"Yes, baby, I do. To you, I will admit it...I am scared. But hopefully, people will look at my work as an artist rather than my bedroom acts. If not......it's been a nice ride."  There was a pause.

Britney continued, "Of course, I didn't quite want it to come out this way. But I had been hiding for a while. Sarah was one of the few stars that suspected, more or less, even though I hadn't said anything about it. And of course, Justin," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"So are you not....caring about what this could do to your career?"

"I care about you more," Britney said seriously.

"I care about you too, but I don't know if I want you sacrificing your career in any way because of something beautiful that's viewed by others as scandalous," Jasmine said loudly.

"If not now, Jas...when? I'm not going to live my life half-cocked, uncomfortable. That has never been my style."

"OKAY, BIRTHDAY GIRL, COME ON OUT......" the emcee said.

"..... Of the closet," Britney added, laughing. She stood up, and held out her hand for Jasmine. "Come on baby, I'm cool with this. Really.  Are you?"

"Yes, I am. I'm cool with it, ice cold."

They hopped down the stairs and went over to the cake, which had a Britney's face on it. Britney's mom came up behind them. "Your dad is waiting for you at the hotel, baby. He couldn't come," she lied.

"It's okay, mom...I saw him come and leave. He was pretty mad, wasn't he?"

"Yes, he was, but I let him know it was your life to lead. All this - " she gestured around at all the celebrities and hoopla---" or not, you are still our Britney Jean." They hugged. Linda looked at Jasmine again. "Who are you again, young lady?"

"I'm Jasmine Hall....Britney's girlfriend."

"I'm Britney Jean, Jasmine's girlfriend."

Everyone started singing the "Happy Birthday" song. Britney looked around shyly at the revelers. None seemed to be looking down at her, but instead, with human respect. Sometimes she didn't feel famous, and this was one of those times. She leaned over the cake, closed her eyes, and made her wish. She wished for a long ,happy, unrestricted life with herself, Britney Jean Spears....and whomever was free enough to come along. She looked over at Jas when she came back up, the cameras blinding her. The cake was cut, the party continued, as if no confrontation had happened.
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Singers / Re: In The Groove (Britney Spears)
« Last post by Old_CSSA_Archive on March 25, 2024, 05:13:42 PM »
Part 14

In the limo, on the way to the party, Britney and Jasmine rubbed each other's hands until they became warm, silent. Once they were, they became more animated. There was a sense of anticipation in the limo. "Tonight, I become a woman!" Britney said, smiling big. "Twenty now." she joked.

"Just because you're twenty now doesn't mean I can't cuff you," Jasmine said.

"I'm just joking, baby. You know that!"

"Yeah, and you can't accuse me of rape now, either!" Jasmine said, shaking her head. "It looks like it's just full speed ahead now," she added, laughing.

"And you know this, man!!!" Britney said, scooting closer to Jas.

"Are you hungry?" Jasmine asked.

"Yes, a little...." Britney's stomach growled.

They laughed, and laughed even harder when Jasmine's growled in return.

Jas playfully moved to the other side of the limo, taunting "I'm staying away from you ---I don't want my stomach to growl all night long!"

"Well, okay then..all right...when you need some lovin', don't come my way either!" Britney laughed, moving over next to Jasmine.

"Move!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Are you ticklish?"

"No," Jasmine said with her best deadpan face. "Are you?" she asked back eagerly, hoping to sway Britney from tickling her.

"No, of course not," Britney said airily.

"Well, we'll see." Jasmine said reassuredly.

"What do you mean?" Britney asked.

"Don't worry about it."

"Believe me, I won't," Britney assured her, moving away. She began mock-pouting, sticking out her bottom lip.

Jasmine tried not to smile as she asked, "Why did you move way over
there?"

"I don't wanna "infect" you with my stomach." Britney took out her compact and touched her lipstick up. "We're here.....Oh my God, honey....look !"

Jasmine looked out past the tint at the club. In the front was a huge banner that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRITNEY!" with blinking musical notes drawn all over it. There were limousines everywhere, and cameras as well. But Britney hadn't noticed that, but the banner. Jasmine noticed the people...famous faces, everywhere. She could feel herself becoming shy. The limo was pulling to a stop, and paparazzi was getting into position. Jasmine saw a woman who must be Britney's mother standing to the left of one of the ropes. The girls gathered their purses and looked at each other.

"Are you ready?" Britney asked her.

"Yes." Jasmine said.

They took a deep breath and the limo driver opened their door.

"And here she is now, the birthday girl, Britney Spears, who arrived with... Jasmine Hall, one of her friends and dancers..." ET's Mary Hart was saying as they got out of the limo. The girls held hands as they walked up to the red carpet and up to Linda, Britney's mom.

"Hi, mom."

"Hi, baby."

"Hi, Mrs. Spears."

"Hellooo...who are you?"

"I'm Jasmine, a dancer."

"Oh, nice to meet you..." Mrs. Spears said, looking at their hands linked. She joined them and they walked up the red carpet.

"Your father may be here, you know. I don't know. But he said he may come."

"Really, daddy will be here?" Britney said, love glowing in her eyes.

"Baby, I said I'm not sure. But he might."

Britney squeezed Jasmine's hand and smiled at her. Jasmine smiled back as they went inside.

The club was all decked out for Britney's party. Tommy Hilfiger, who paid for it, went all out. DJ Kid Capri was spinning records, and a cool house mix of salsa music was playing. Some people were dancing, and others were just lounging at their tables. It was semi-dark inside.

Left and right, people were approaching Britney to hug her and congratulate her, also introducing themselves to Jasmine. Jasmine couldn't believe she was here, among all these celebrities. It was too many at one time for her. She didn't mind them really, but were they real?

"What's your name?" Sarah Michelle Gellar asked Jasmine while Britney was chatting with Joshua Jackson nearby.

Jasmine almost said "Buffy," but caught herself and said, "Jasmine Hall."

"Oh, how do you know Britney?"

"I'm a dancer for her."

"Oh. I thought you might be something more than just her dancer.I saw how you two came in, and was just wondering."

"Oh." Jasmine didn't know what to tell her. Her and Britney hadn't talked about who they should tell and who shouldn't be told. She decided to change the subject.

"Do you have any movies coming up? I really loved "Cruel Intentions."

"I have a few things in the back burner. I so admire you. How long have you been dancing?" Sarah asked her, touching her arm.

"Um...about ten years, if you count in the bedroom." Jasmine stuttered, laughing nervously. What was this?

"Oh....would you dance with me if I asked you to?" Sarah asked her, smiling sexily.

"What?" Jasmine said, shocked. Sarah kept stroking her arm.

She stepped up close to her and whispered into her ear, "Unlike some people, I'm not hiding my sexuality." She kissed Jasmine's cheek.

"BITCH, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??????" Britney yelled.

The music stopped.

Brintey's father walked into the club.
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Singers / Re: In The Groove (Britney Spears)
« Last post by Old_CSSA_Archive on March 25, 2024, 05:07:15 PM »
Part 13

A week later, Jasmine was with Britney in New York City for her Christmas break and Britney's birthday party. She walked through Rockefeller's Center to where Britney would be, shivering in her lilac sweater dress and matching swing coat. She unbraided her ponytail as she walked, hoping her hair would help warm her neck.  'Damn, I should have just gone straight to the party,' Jasmine thought to herself, her teeth chattering. 'But I couldn't miss Brit.' Her teeth chattered as people surrounded her, the ceremonial tree lighting drawing closer.

She stopped shivering once Britney stepped onto the stage with a huge coat on. She looked like an ice princess in a dress of silvery, sparkling blue-grey, her hair curled loosely. She took her coat off and handed it to her mother Linda, who in turn handed her a tall mug of hot, sweet lemon tea. 

Jasmine watched Britney slowly sip the tea, listening to the cameraman's countdown to her performance. She watched her woman from the body heat surrounding her tightly, people yearning for warmth and celebration at the same time. Britney didn't know she was here; she thought she was already at the party.

"Okay, Ms. Spears...eight.....three....you're on....." Britney took in a deep breath of NY air and began: "Silent Night....Hoooooly Night....Alllll Isss Calm.....Alllll Issss Bright.....' her voice quavered in the cold air, slowly building up strength and volume.

Jasmine stamped her feet and flexed her mittened hands, trying to maintain circulation, her eyes fixed on Britney.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Since they had cleared the air about their feelings last week, things had gone wonderfully between them. Days of shopping, afternoons of relaxation, and nights filled with security. Between the both of them. Their week in New York preceding Brit's birthday party had picked up right where Monaco had left off.

Jasmine wasn't much of a shopper; she liked shopping, but she didn't hold a candle to Britney, Teen Queen Shopper. Britney could spend a whole day inside stores, pursuing everything. Especially if it was sexy and/or pink. The day before, they were in a Gadzooks, and Britney was inside one of the stalls, trying on a leopard print jeans set.  "Jasmine, come see!" Britney called out gaily. Jasmine went over to the stall.

"Open up, honey." she called out. To her surprise, more people were coming into her area. Jasmine guessed they wanted to see too.

She did, and Jasmine dutifully looked at the outfit; she'd seen so many today. It looked similar to one she'd seen a day ago-or was that a store ago? Britney pulled her inside, and closed the door.  They heard gasps and 'Britney Spears!', 'hmmm..', and 'omg!'

Britney laughed, asking "What Do You Think?"

"I think you should repeat after me: Hi, My name is Britney, and I have a problem."

She smiled, and began meowing like a cat, running her hands all over the print fabric. "Not really. I like shopping like you like dancing," Britney observed, pointing down at Jasmine's leg. Jasmine was subconsciously flexing her leg in and out. Jasmine kept herself limber by twisting her body while Britney twisted in front of octagonal mirrors.

"But why do you like clothes shopping so much?"  Jasmine asked.

"Why do you like dancing so much?" Britney asked back, avoiding her eyes. She took off the outfit, changed back into her street clothes, and they exited the stall. The curious waited by the stalls a few feet away, quieting as they ogled Britney and Jasmine.

Britney whipped out a credit card and paid for her purchases.  "Whoa, girl, it's like 3pm. I have to go to a mini-rehearsal for the Rockefeller performance in 3 hours," she said, as they walked out of Gadzooks and up to Chick Fil-A.

"Are you still doing Silent Night?" Jasmine asked, sensing people behind them.

"Yes...it's my absolute favorite Christmas song," Britney said, cocking her head as her ears picked up the words "Bitchney" and "Justin" and "thinks she's all that". She sighed angrily to herself. "Why can't SOME PEOPLE get their own lives and boyfriends, I just don't know," Britney said loudly, her fists clenching.

"Britney, what......???" Jasmine asked, oblivious to what was going on.

"Oh, it's just some stupid girls talking about me. Why are females so jealous of each other? We all go through the same shit," Britney vented, turning around to face the girls, who looked away as if nothing had been said. Britney and Jasmine turned back around and gave their order to the cashier, who, after getting their order, boldly asked for Britney's autograph. She complied. They found a table in a shady corner and sat down, stuffing all of Britney's bags under the table.

"To answer your question, Jasmine.....about my love of shopping....it has a history to it," Britney said softly, looking away, then looking at her.

"I love shopping because....well, when I was younger, I was always performing. But between performing, a lot of times I was lonely, anxious, and bored, so I was always dressing up. My mother and I were constantly on the road somewhere, going to another performance. I didn't see my dad a lot, but to be honest with you, he is the parent I love the most. It's easy to please my mom through my performing. I don't know why I love dad best, maybe it's because I saw him less. After a while, my parents relationship deteriorated, and the less I saw of my daddy, the more I missed him. I know it was because of me that my parents became unhappy with their marriage. I was in the middle, and my mom was playing tug-of-war by herself. Shopping helped me forget that I was the cause. When I was dressed up, I wasn't Britney.  When I ......" Britney choked, her eyes filling with tears.

"When I first became famous, my dad was pleased.  But when the Rolling Stone came out, he hit the roof, screaming at me that I looked trampy and saying that I had no proper influences, hanging around sleazy Hollywood people all the time. I do think it would kill him if he found out I was bi, on top of everything. He'll just blame it on Hollywood, my mother. He wouldn't believe that it was my choice, little Britney Jean from Kentwood, Louisiana."

"So you ask why I like to dress up, why I like to shop so much. That's why." Britney asked, sniffling. "I've never told anybody this."

Jasmine got up and went over to Britney, hugging her tightly.

"We all have our issues, Britney. I'm sorry about your dad, baby. Have you seen him lately?"

"Not really. I try to, but..." Britney faltered.

Jasmine thought to herself, 'Yes, we all do some sort of pretending, don't we?' as she ate her waffle fries.

"Why do you like to dance so much?" Britney asked. "What made you want to become a dancer?"

"Ever since I was little, I have always danced.  Dancing made me feel free. I've always been quiet, but when it came to dance.... Ballet, modern dance, you name it! But my family always made fun of how I danced. They said I was stiff. It hurt a lot, more than they'll ever know. They just didn't understand. I never insulted their passions. I don't know why they didn't support me, Britney. My teachers said I danced well, but I didn't know if I should believe them or my family, whom saw me every day. As I got older, I became more independent in my thinking. I moved out of the house when I was 16 to move in with an instructor whom I had known my whole life. It took me to move out of the house for them to take me seriously. It's sad, but I had to do it," Jasmine said, her eyes watering as she recalled the taunting.

"And you say you don't know why they teased you so?"

"I don't know why....oh, now I remember. I remember. My parents were the main thing. They wanted me to be a doctor. I wanted to be a dancer. They couldn't face it when I announced I wanted to be a dancer. 'There's no money in it..very few make it, they said'. They had such plans for their firstborn. But I held fast, doing passingly well in school. All of my concentration was on dance. They blew their top totally. And that's what started my sisters off. My whole family is like, control freaks. They want to make sure of where you are at all times. I couldn't survive under the pressure. So I moved out, even though I missed them deeply. But moving out was the best thing I could have done for myself. I was so free, Britney. And now I feel even freer with you."

"Do your parents know that you're bi?" Britney asked, putting mayo on her sandwich.

"No, they don't. Fatima does, and you do, and the dancers do. But that's about it."

"How do you think that they'll react?"

"I really don't care. I'm sure they'll be surprised, but there's nothing they can do about it. We're kinda close now, but we don't really talk," Jasmine stated shrugging her shoulders. The girls talked about parenting while they finished eating, then left.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sleep In Heavenly Peace.........Sleeeeep In Heavenlyyyyy.....Peaaaacccee," Britney finished the song. Her body was numb, but she felt so good, so next to God. The camera swung from her, as she thanked the cheering audience. "Jasmine!" Britney said into the microphone, and beckoned her out of the audience. Security came to escort her to Britney. Britney put on her coat and put the mike in the stand. "Girl, what are you doing out here?!? It is freaking freezing!

There's a Christmas tree at the party! I could have unplugged it and lit it up again for you. No one should be out here unless they have to be...like me!  Let's go to the party!"  Britney and Jasmine walked to the limo, got in, and sped off to Britney's Birthday party.
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Celebrity Pictures & Gifs (Real) / Re: Emilia Bartoeck
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Singers / Re: In The Groove (Britney Spears)
« Last post by Old_CSSA_Archive on March 25, 2024, 04:41:52 PM »
Part 12

It was 3:45 pm, and Jasmine was tapping her foot nervously. Britney was fifteen minutes late. Was she still coming? 'Maybe that dream meant something,' she thought. She arranged the fruit in the bowl with shaking hands. That dream she'd had had soothed and bothered her at the same time. In it, Britney had made love to her but had not said that she loved her.

'But why should she...what are we, anyways???' Jasmine said out loud, sitting down on the lounge chair. 'We haven't really talked about that so far,' she realized as Britney stepped out of the elevator. She dragged herself over to Jasmine, looking exhausted.

"What's wrong with you, Britney?" Jasmine asked quickly. "You look like you've been fighting with somebody."

"No, I just woke up." she said flatly. To Britney's dismay, her dream had repeated itself over and over again, gripping her in her sleep. She flopped down next to Jasmine.

"Just now??" Jasmine asked. "Did you have a lot to drink last night?"

"Not really. Just 2 glasses of Cristal. I had a nightmare. I was so tired, and it just all caught up with me. You know, going right from the video to the performance to the party..." Britney trailed off, taking off her shades. She ran her tongue over her just brushed teeth.

"What was the nightmare about?" Jasmine asked cautiously.

Britney thought for a moment before answering her. Jasmine studied Britney as she related the dream with her head down, voice soft and deep. After she finished, there was a moment of silence.

"Britney, I had a dream too."

"Really?" Britney perked up.

"Yeah, but mine was kinda like a nightmare too." Jas said, and told her dream. But she didn't add that when she woke up, she'd found herself on the floor, from the attempts in her dream to get away from Britney!

"Wow, that was some dream you had of me, Brit. Wow...." she was floored.

"Do you feel that I would do something like that to you?"

"Baby, I don't know." Britney said.

"Britney, I wouldn't. You know me, or at least I thought you did. We've talked about our views on love often enough."

"I know, but what about in relations to each other?" Britney asked.

"Jasmine, do you think I would force you into something you didn't want, or ignore you...like in your dream?" Britney asked, feeling hurt.

"No, nor would I ignore you...how I acted in your dream was mind-blowing."Jasmine thought, shivering.

"I want us to always have open communication, Jas." Britney said.

"Me too. We're in this together."

The girls were quiet for a moment while the sun set before their eyes.

"Come here," Jasmine said, and Britney stood up and sat down next to Jasmine. "Come lay on top of me."

Britney did, laying her head on Jasmine's chest. Jasmine reached over and got some grapes out of the bowl, which she fed to Britney.

"Britney, you know I don't enter into anything half-way. That's why I wanted to talk to you on a serious tip, about us. I wanted us to clear the air. The dream I had this morning pointed out to me-"

"How much I love you!" Britney jumped in with a realization.

"Oh my god, Jasmine, that's why I was fighting to get out of that car in my dream. Because I love you and I never want to lose you. Baby, you make me FEEL. Sometimes I forget that I'm a human being, with cells and tissue... since I have become successful, very few people make me feel anymore...and..not many of them do I want to touch, except for my family and you." Britney propped her arm up, looking down at Jasmine.

"And I definitely don't want to touch my momma the way I touch you!" she added, bending down to kiss Jasmine slowly.

"Britney, there's something I have to tell you,too.. before I was so interrupted by ahem.. somebody!!!" Jasmine said, smiling softly.

"What?"

"I love you too. I love you, I love you, I love you!" Jasmine repeated, feeling a freedom she had never known before in her life. She had always thought love could make one feel trapped; that no one could love her the way she loved them.

But now she knew it was possible, and oh, how good it felt!! Britney planted kisses all over her face, tears in her eyes. Time simply stood still for the two lovers in love.
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Sports Talk / Re: Daily Sports TL;DR 2024
« Last post by InThe313 on March 25, 2024, 04:21:09 PM »
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