Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera's Lesbian Lickdown

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Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera's Lesbian Lickdown by Pretty Kate
Celeb(s) – Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera
Codes – FF, Lesbian
Originally posted on August 25, 2002 at CSSA

When I was asked by VH-1 to do their "Divas 2000" show, of course I was flattered. I’ve been told that if anyone deserves the title of "Diva," it’s me. The downside came when I was told whose act I’d be following, Britney Spears. I know we used to be friends, but after the past year and a half, I can honestly say I can’t stand her anymore. We were best friends when we were "Mouseketeers," but now that we each have our own musical careers, I so sick of us being lumped together. I mean, her newest song, "Oops, I did it again," sounds like Katherine Hepburn singing! Yuck!

Still, I couldn’t see blowing such a big opportunity. My manager said it will help boost my record sales when I release my next CD, which comes out right after the "Divas 2000" show. Since I’ve spent so much time working on it, it would seem wasteful not to be up there onstage when I could use the opportunity. Besides, I tell everyone that Britney is opening for me! How’s that for revenge? The mouse ears come off for this fight!

I’m still feeling pretty cool about the whole thing. It’s a kind of hazy September night in New York at the Garden. I’m completely psyched that we get to do a show here. I’m feeling anxious as one of the guards and some chick takes me backstage to my dressing room. When I see the door, though, I scream.

"Excuse me, there has to be a mistake!" I stamp my foot. It always helps to stamp your foot.

The guard looks at me like I’m nuts, "What mistake, Ms. Aguilera, this is your dressing room. All your stuff is already inside, like your manager told us."

He doesn’t understand. The name on the top of the door, above mine, says "Britney Spears." I don’t think this will do. "Why am I sharing a dressing room with Bitchney Sperms?"

"Why is it you fucking divas are such, I don’t know, divas?" The weird chick has spoken.

"You listen to me, you little nothing, nobody dares address me like that. I don’t share dressing rooms with anyone, especially her!"

She flips up a clipboard. She looks at me with a look of authority. "You listen to me, Ms. Aguilera, I’m the stage manager and this is where you’re assigned. Either you get your skinny ass in there and get ready, or I’ll be happy to have the announcement made that you couldn’t make it. Your choice."

I think about it for a moment and decide to just duck inside and forget everything. My first album is slipping down the charts, so this new one has to be big. I jump inside the dressing room and slam the door. I take a quick look around. No Bitchney. Yeah. I have the place to myself. I see two small dressing tables with our names taped to the mirrors. I decide to sit down and do my singing scales. I do that for two minutes, then break into "The Sound of Music." I always do.

"Doe, a deer, a female deer, ray, a drop of golden sun…"

The door opens. It’s the plastic surgery miracle herself. "Practicing for Broadway?"

"No, just warming up. How have you been, Brit?"

She smiles that fake Louisiana smile. "Oh, you know. My album’s still top five, so I can’t complain. When is your next one coming out?"

I keep my anger inside. Never let ’em see you sweat and all. "Next week."

"Guess I’ll wait to worry then."

Worry? What the hell is she talking about? "What do you mean?"

"You’re my only real competition. We’re the ones everyone watches."

Oh, so she’s trying to suck up to me? Like I haven’t heard some of the stuff she’s been saying about me to everyone? I know how she’s called me a slut and a no-talent bitch who wears too much eyeliner. Has she forgotten that she used to dress almost like me?

"Britney, you really don’t have to pretend to be nice to me. I know what you’ve said to everyone."

She looks surprised. "I’m not pretending, Christina. We used to be pretty good friends, don’t you remember?"

I’ve tried to forget. Ever since she came out with her first album, it’s been nothing but, Britney, Britney, Britney. I sometimes feel like I can’t breathe. Then I think about the old days. They
weren’t so long ago. "Yeah, I remember. But that was a million years ago."

"No, it wasn’t. Besides don’t you remember the last thing we did before my album came out and when you were still getting yours together?"

I did remember. I remembered practically every day. We used to hang out at each other’s houses and run around naked. Then one day, we decided to lay on top of each other naked. It wasn’t a big deal at first. Then Britney kissed me. With her tongue. I could taste her strawberry lip gloss. She started to rub my boobs and I wanted to touch her pussy. I slid my finger down and started to poke it inside. She looked at me funny, then told me not to stop. She kept kissing me and sucking my neck. Then she moved down and started to lick my tits. I liked the way it felt. I kept playing with her pussy, the way I played with my own when I was alone. She was going crazy. Then she said she wondered how my tongue would feel on it. I thought it might be gross, but I wanted to try it, so I did. She came all over my face.

"How could I forget? You were screaming like crack ho." I don’t know why I say that, it just comes out.

"Well, so were you. Don’t you remember when I got your vibrator out and shoved it in your pussy?" Britney was smiling again. It did feel great. She slid it in and out at just the right pace. Then she put it on my clit and rubbed me until I came in a great big scream. She didn’t want to eat my pussy then, but she didn’t mind using her fingers and my vibrator the rest of the afternoon to make me orgasm.

"That was great. But you still owe me."

Britney looks at me with a puzzled face. "How do you figure?"

"I went down on you like five times. You wouldn’t put your tongue on my pussy. I really wanted that."

"I finger-fucked you. And I think I did a pretty good job with the vibrator, too." She was acting all self-important.

I walk over to her dressing table where she’s touching up her face. I slide my hand down her gold tube top and pinch her nipple. "Fair is fair. I want you to eat me out."

"We go on stage in two hours. Aren’t you afraid we’ll mess up our makeup?" She looks all serious.

"I want that pretty pink lipstick you’re wearing smeared all over your face and my pussy." I’m not taking no for an answer. I continue to rub her nipple. Her resolve is definitely melting.

She sighs. "Will you do me, too?"

"If you let me have some of that coffee you fly in by jet every day, I’ll do whatever you want. Now let’s take off these clothes. It’s a little warm in here, anyway. Don’t you agree?"

She rises from her chair and starts tonguing me. I reach my arms around her and remove her little top while she starts to unbutton her leather pants. Then I pull off my blouse and let my tits fall out into her face. She starts to lick them as she reaches down and pulls off my skirt. I don’t like to wear panties. She takes her index finger and puts it into my pussy. I’m already wet. She pulls it out and licks it. "You taste pretty good. I guess I can eat you out."

We tear off her pants and fall to the floor. I jump on top of her and we start kissing. She’s a great kisser with her warm lips and her hot tongue. I like the way her lips feel against mine. I offer her my neck and she licks it gently, then starts sucking it. I grab both of her tits in my hands and squeeze them. Yep, they’re real! My has she grown!

She pulls me further up and starts to suck my tits. I take her right hand and put it on my ass. She squeezes at my ass, then her finger finds its way to my cunt. She slides it in and out and I start to fuck it. She’s polishing and nibbling on my tits the whole time. I’m pretty close to coming. I want to feel her yummy tongue slurping on my clit. "Britney, I want you to kiss my pussy now."

She nods. I can see she’s nervous. "I hope you like it."

As I climb off her and lay on my back, I tell her, "Just do what I did to you. Pretend my clit is my tongue."

She moves herself into position. First, though, she takes her glorious left nipple and rubs it against my wet labia. I will clean it up for her later. Then she brings her face in closer. I’m not sure if knows what she needs to do, but I will be patient with her. Two seconds later, we have a tongue on the clit.

She starts slowly. I enjoy the feeling of her tongue, like a slice of peach, gliding over my clit. Then she speeds things up a bit. I’m so euphoric, the fucking teen pop princess is going lesbian on me! I almost wish I had a photographer for this moment. She continues to "peach" me, but now she’s really getting into it. So am I. I’m breathing so fast and hard it feels like my whole body is going into spasms. Then she takes her index finger and stuffs it into my sloppy, wet hole. She plunges her finger in and out as she continues to lick my cunt clean. I lose track of the number of orgasms.

When she finishes, I just want to dive for her pearl, too. But I know Britney. She likes to take things slowly. She lays down on the floor next to me. I ask her "What do you want?"

"Do you still have your vibrator in your purse?"

"I don’t leave home without it."

"I want to see you fuck yourself in the butt with it. That way I can watch and play with myself. Then I want you to eat my pussy."

I crawl on my knees to my purse that is sitting by the dressing table. I reach inside and grab one of my vibrators and some lube. I crawl back to her and kiss her. "Wouldn’t you like to help me?"

"If you want me to." She takes the vibrator and the lube and rubs it onto the shaft. I scoot up to her, ass to her face, and she sticks it in slowly and turns it on low. I take it from her with my right hand and slowly slide it in and out. It feels good. I once told her how I like to fuck myself in the ass with my vibrator and I always promised to show her. She starts to finger her little pink cunt. I continue to fuck my own ass with it until she grabs it from my hand and takes it out. "I’m ready for you now."

She spreads her legs wide. They’re nice and tan, probably from her tanning bed, I guess this because she smells like coconut oil. Her clit is sticking straight out. I lick my finger and slide it into her pussy first. Then I decide to lick her tits. I want her to feel the anticipation. She makes all kinds of moans, then she pushes my head down. This is my signal to make her come.

I draw her clit up between my tongue and teeth and start slurping slowly. I keep my finger in her pussy and she clenches up on it many times. She’s practically dripping her own juices as I push deeper and deeper into her tight little twat. I lap her pussy with care and she lifts her ass off the floor to fuck at my face. She comes in a loud wail. I take my mouth off her pussy and immediately let my finger pick up where my tongue left off. I force my tongue down her throat to silence her so that we’re not interrupted. She continues to come for another minute. When she’s finished, I get back on top her. I hump her thigh as we continue to kiss. She slips her finger in between and twiddles my clit until I come again. Afterwards, we lie together holding each other.

"I really miss this, Christina."

"Me, too. I’ve forgotten how good your pussy tastes and how great you kiss."

Britney kisses me fast on the lips. "I almost don’t want to go on stage. I mean, I’m your opening act, aren’t I?"

"I like the way you open. Especially the way you open your legs for me. But the truth is, I’m just following you."

She kisses me again. "Well, I’ve got the perfect solution. Next year, we will tour together!"

I love that idea. "As long as we uh, ‘warm up’ before every show like this."

"I can’t think of a better way to loosen up. Can you?"

I can’t.

THE END