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Chapter One: So it Goes…
“I’m starting to think monogamy isn’t for me, Tay.”
Scarlett propped her phone onto her crossed leg and fluttered her eyes behind a pair of shades to reassure herself that she wasn’t noticed. Routine behavior. The winter gave her an excuse to bundle up a little more than usual and so far, so good. Mistakes were made by not taking her private jet, but she was too angry to sit around and make rational decisions. The only things between her and crazy fans were a pair of blue jeans, a puffy green sweater and a black pair of her favorite Ray-Bans with a giant black overcoat topping her off. Don’t forget the Skechers, dark blue and brand new.
“Maybe not. I would say you’ve given it your best shot so far,” she heard, the sound traveling through her ear buds. Taylor’s voice was like a light breeze floating on top of a clear blue ocean. She smiled at her own imagination going wild over someone simply talking.
“Maybe not. He’s a cheater but I have some dark stuff that I wouldn’t reveal,” she said softly. “What are you cooking?” Scarlett brightened her screen and gazed into Taylor’s kitchen.
“Pavlova,” she smiled. The sheet of meringue was held up and she scooted a bowl of cut up kiwis into the frame. There was too much beauty in one spot with the fanciful decor, the blonde cutie and a delicious treat-in-progress.
“I think you’re trying to get me to change my destination,” Scarlett said with a bit lip. She stifled a laugh and picked up her heavy body of depression to head over to a help desk.
Taylor carefully shut the oven and slid on her pink covered arms across the island to her phone and filled her palms with her heavenly face. “I did absolutely nothing of the sort,” she said with raised eyebrows.
“New York winter. Recently divorced. Taylor’s Pavlova...”
She trailed off and shook her head with a big smile. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you already have a song ready to go.”
Scarlett let out an elevated laugh and dropped the phone onto the counter. She peeked over to see Taylor and her dead pan, wide eyed stare with an acoustic guitar.
“I’m so sorry,” Scarlett said to the representative. A tear dropped down her cheek and she swiped it away.
“That’s quite alright,” the man told her.
She cleared her throat and pointed at the board behind him.
“Whatever your earliest is to New York, I need that,” she said. “Doesn’t matter the fees.”
“Got about...a five hour wait,” he said with a few key taps.
“Thanks.”
Scarlett pulled away and blew a kiss at her best friend. “Happy now?”
Taylor had shifted to the couch and caressed the belly of her cat, Olivia. She dropped her gorgeous long hair to one side and smiled. “Duh. We needed to catch up anyway. What better than a new chapter and a dumb ex husband.”
“Good thing I have your new album to keep me company on the flight,” Scarlett smiled.
Taylor shook her hair out and leaned back. “What’s your favorite song on it?”
“Light Years and Forever,” she said quickly. “I consider it one song. The way you weaved in the cross fades and the harmonies to bridge it together was fantastic.”
Taylor sat there slightly stunned and gave a slight nod. “Mmm, break down my music more, baby.”
Scarlett lifted her shades to give real shade and popped them back down. “I did sound like a fan girl there for a second.”
“I’ll sing them to you when you get here. Don’t keep me and the Pav waiting, Johansson.”
“Later, gator. Don’t eat it all or I’m gonna beat you up.”
Taylor waved with a kiss and the time went by. It was the longest five hours of her life and it was like the universe knew she was trying to seek out happiness.
“Something to drink, Mrs. Johansson?”
She looked up and tipped her sunglasses at the young man. “That obvious, huh?”
“It’s kind of hard to hide that much beauty,” he told her, a flamboyant flair accompanying his words.
She smiled and shook her head. “I need something that’s going to knock m—hey, hey. Miss. Not Mrs.”
“Well, Miss Johansson. I am glad to be of service and I’m gonna knock you out with this whiskey,” he said with a wide smile.
Scarlett beamed and leaned back into the first class cushion. “Yes. Please. Make it quick so I don’t feel any pain.”
“You got it.”
The playlist was endless. Dozens of Taylor tracks at her fingertips. It had been some time since the two were in the same physical space. Their connection through the net has been a mental savior. And with the power of her music, Scarlett had her everywhere.
“You should have been there, should have burst through the door with that ‘baby, I’m right here’ smile and it would have felt like a million shining stars had just aligned and I would have been so...happy.” - Taylor Swift. The Moment I Knew. 2012. She put her head to the window and watched the rain drops slide across her reflection until they collected at the seam.
“Fucker,” she thought. It was the first time she had to face herself and the realizations started to beat around her brain. It’s tough to admit that you were in the wrong. It’s doubly tough to accept that you were ultimately the reason for a failed marriage. She screamed at herself quietly for the drama she put their families through.
The glass started to feel empty. She had already downed one and then ice clinked. “Oh, shit,” she thought. She dabbed her mouth with a napkin and pushed the help button. The enthusiastic man from before appeared in a flash and he had read her mind. She held up a finger and swallowed the gentle whiskey in one gulp. A groan followed and her hand extended for another pour.
“Thank you, my guy,” she smiled.
“Anytime, Miss Johansson.”
The gloomy gray sky started to fill up with giant, fluffy clouds as the jet sliced through them. Rain went sideways across the window and before she knew it, the bright blue appeared. Ear buds were back in. The floating, synthesized chords weren’t overly complicated and followed a traditional I-V-vi-IV pattern. Scarlett hooked onto the hopeful, optimistic major notes and hummed with Taylor. She appreciated her friend being able to take one of the most popular progressions in music and succeed in not making it cliche and boring. Taylor once again aided in her drifting off into blissful sleep...
“Dark side...I search for your dark side,
But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here?
And I cut off my nose just to spite my face, then I hate my reflection for years and years...”
- Taylor Swift. The Archer. 2018. ********
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Scarlett blinked through the sleep in her eyes and smiled at the giant snowflakes hurling down through the bright lights.
Down the ramp she went, phone in hand. Her brain now functioned with a more level headed approach and her arrangements to be picked up were already laid out. Two of her escorts, a tall, handsome black man and a white, bearded gentleman of comparable height, waited for her at the terminal.
“Fellas,” she smiled, her voice not fully ready for the day and throaty.
“Ma’am,” they replied.
Scarlett took a big blue scarf from her scruffy friend and wrapped it tight to cover her face. She applied her shades and nodded to the other man. “Lovely coat, Jordan,” she told him.
He filled the pockets with his hands and stretched out. “Yeah, thank you. You bought it,” he chuckled.
“I’m pretty sure you worked very, very hard for that,” she smiled behind the fabric, head cocked.
“Yeah, you right,” he smiled.
She looked around and leaned in. “Since you gentlemen are already on the clock, I think now is a fine opportunity to earn a bonus.” She received very intrigued looks and glanced over them both. “Yay? Nay?”
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The trio filed into Scarlett’s overloaded, luxury-doesn’t-describe-it Cadillac Escalade. There wasn’t a care in the world about trampled in snow and a pair of damp Skechers were tossed into the back. Both men unraveled their gift and articles of clothing hit the deck until the blonde queen was laid back into a cozy heated seat in only a white lace bra and panties. She trailed her delicate nails across Jordan’s tightened bulge and feverishly licked her puffy lips at what was hidden behind the denim. Much to her delight, the zipper was yanked down and the belt started to clink. He revealed stretched out briefs and Scarlett pressed her face into the manly musk. She inhaled deeply and pursed her lips into the solid mass with large, generous kisses that made his jeans nearly rip apart.
“None of this can be comfortable,” she said with a worry. He was all kinds of contorted and dropped down into a seat. Scarlett was there with waves of blonde falling away from her beautiful face and the moment he was out into the open, her mouth squelched loudly around the first few inches. He was big, bold, black and delicious. In unison, their groans were of mutual agreement of what he was feeling and her head started to fall up and down. He filled his hand with ass and panties and sunk into the seat while Scarlett sank to his balls in one fell swoop. He could visibly see each time he penetrated her warm throat when her bangs shook from his extra large endowment hitting her tiny entrance. After a minute of Scarlett’s insatiable love making to it, the transition was buttery smooth and he slid effortlessly into that slimy sheath.
Scarlett rolled out his boiling balls against the microfiber cloth seat and cuddled the fat sacks between her fingertips before letting them smack up and down into her palm. Gentle trails were made from her nails along the wide underside where his heavy eggs hung taut. Her socks were now gone and her feet were curled around Brandon’s thick, giant piece. He draped an arm over the seat and both men caught each other in a glance and nothing needed to be said. It was Scarlett, plain and simple.
It was as if she knew they were mind melding over her and lifted up with a thick mixture of liquid leaking from her pouty mouth. Jordan almost lost it the moment she caught him with those lustful ocean eyes. It didn’t matter how many times he was blessed to be with her, that look made his soul shudder and he watched her slowly put a squishy kiss on his trembling mushroom head. Scarlett opened her mouth fully and it all came down across his veins, leaving him coated.
“Time to earn your bonus,” she whispered, enchanted eyes fixated on his with drool sliding down her chin.
Before he could say ‘Yes, ma’am,’ she was filling his face with her giant breasts. Nose and mouth fell into warm cleavage and his slippery length was nuzzled between her cheeks, giving her a wedgie. Scarlett led his hands to her wide hips and he clasped those extremely tight, heavy cheeks around his impossible hardness.
She pulled him from her boobs and smiled. “I have to get to Taylor’s soon. I know you miss me, but—“
He sighed into those beautiful tits and breathed her in as he sunk balls deep past those panties and up against her womb. Scarlett momentarily malfunctioned at the sudden fulfillment and gasped towards Brandon, her face representing everything she felt.
“I missed you guys, too,” she admitted with a whisper. She turned to Jordan and wrapped her arms around his head while she started to bounce in his lap. His girth always felt like he was excavating unexplored ground. He was massive and she gladly took it. They both started to slide down and it allowed him to really pound into her wobbly buns. He beat on her with his huge bag wildly and couldn’t hold on.
“Scarl—“
“Do it, baby,” she encouraged him with kisses into his ear.
He rapidly spanked her thighs from underneath and let out a monstrous groan into her sweaty mounds as he painted her insides white. Scarlett bit her lip and her eyes fluttered into a lack of clarity while she stared out of the back window into the snow and street lights. With hair flung over, she beckoned Brandon with just one look and with Jordan drained and defeated, he sunk his knees into the seat and put his hips flush into her stout, immaculate backside. She already knew and he snatched her hair before the thought was finished. He held her head over the back and drove vigorously into her with long, powerful bursts. Just watching Jordan blow his load into her was enough and he had a duty to perform before he could get his. Knuckles tightened and he snapped her back into an arch while he grabbed the ‘oh shit’ handle above the window.
He leaned back and pounded her into a drooling stupor, making her wheeze and see sparkling fractal patterns as her vision became hazy. He felt the clamp on his rock and her silence was the classic tell-tale sign. She was already falling limp.
Jordan continued to take the brunt of her heavy chest into his face. Brandon lifted her and now her stiff abs beat into his forehead. He heard the new sloppiness from below and after a few powerful grunts, it all stopped and she was flush on his smushed cheek. The hot spunk splattered onto his belly from Scarlett’s beat up insides and they all sank into each other in a pant.
Scarlett let out a thankful sigh and trembled. “Needed that.”
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Chapter Two: Gorgeous
The best thing Taylor did was get out of the city and purchase land. For years, she tried to get her friend out of Manhattan and away from her stream of mooches and haters. Her London excursion lasted, admittedly, longer than Scarlett anticipated but alas, she pointed out a 4000-square foot home near Saugerties and Taylor jumped on the 60-acre piece of country. The management wasn’t too happy about Scarlett being involved in real estate deals but sometimes a real friend needs to step in.
On one hand, she missed her home state of New York and on the other, god damn, it’s cold as shit. The snow barely gave as she pounded through it with loud crunches. She kept a tight grip on her phone and knew if she pulled it, it would preserve itself and shut off. She would have to assume Taylor received her text and that security would be ready.
She saw lights bounce off of the trees and heard a vehicle. A window started to drop from the black 4x4 Toyota Tundra and Scarlett gave a nod up to him. The night sky wasn’t offering much for visibility with the snow dropping fast, but she cocked her head and gave the man a look of bewilderment.
“James?” she hollered. Scarlett had hung out with him and the security crew many a time during the RED and 1989 tours. He was very respected.
He popped the door and jumped out, equally shocked. “Miss Johansson? Holy shit, what are you doing out here?”
“So, she didn’t get my text,” she shook her head. “Wait, why are you out here at the ass of twilight?”
He sighed and blew out visible air for six feet. That’s how much it hurts to say it.
“I let Kloss into her dressing room after they broke up,” he said with much reluctance.
Scarlett stood up straight with wide eyes and sucked her teeth, a burn forming on her lips. “You’re smarter than that, my guy,” she said with a wry smile.
“I’m heading out on the last leg of Ebony and Ivory so the punishment is almost over,” he shrugged back to the truck.
Scarlett broke fresh snow over to the passenger side and hopped in. “I’m not very bright, either. My old Challenger could make it up this driveway but my ‘state-of-the-art’ Escalade got stuck. I walked the last half. Let my friends handle it.”
“Cadi’s are junk,” he threw out there, maneuvering them through recently plowed property.
“Definitely sold by morning,” she quipped, finally feeling warmth. Scarlett pulled her phone and flicked through the influx of messages now that she had service.
“How’s the kiddo?” he asked.
She beamed up and hung out her phone with a picture. “Growing so fast. She’s great. At the in-laws for a little bit while I travel.”
“Cute,” he smiled. “Got momma’s genes.”
“Oh, stop,” she blushed.
Scarlett lifted her head and pondered briefly. “How’s our girl in there?”
“Kloss is a crazy bitch. Constantly calling and texting. I don’t know how she handles it.”
“Oh, I do. Give someone a taste of fame and watch the red flags unravel into a sea of terrible decisions and ruined friendships.”
“They were never friends. Karlie is a clout chaser underneath the faux independent woman persona,” he mused, pulling up to Taylor’s massive house.
“See? You’re smart,” she jabbed his arm. “She didn’t fire you,” she smiled.
James shoved it into park and nodded in agreement. “Taylor is the best boss.”
“That I have no doubt,” she slipped out into the snow. “Thanks for the lift, pal.”
“No prob, Miss J.”
Scarlett stomped up the white stairs and hit the door bell. “C’mon, Woman,” she shivered and watched James drive off, his tail lights fading into darkness. She danced in place, waited and waited and finally lashed out. “OpenthegoddamndoorTayl—“ Light beamed into her face and Taylor screamed while a frozen popsicle shuffled in fast.
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The steam of her boiling chai tea worked across her lips and she inhaled it deep into her lungs. She pulled up for a little sip and the warmth coated her insides. Palms were tight on the cup and she sighed happily.
“That fireplace won’t be able to contain all of the Grammys soon,” she smiled up to Taylor.
“Well, If I could just stop getting them…”
Taylor sat down opposite in a pair of cat-face covered booty shorts and a long sleeve top. Scarlett dropped her hands forward and they linked up with smiles. This was ground zero for mental recovery. Scarlett looked down at her self and back up.
“Can’t believe I’m wearing matching cat shorts,” she shook her head. “My ass is way too big for these.”
Taylor wiggled their hands with glee. “You are adorable in them.”
Scarlett flipped her bouncy pony tail back and forth with a nod to Taylor, who was slightly confused. She stood and silently circled the modest dining table. “You think you can just put me in cat clothes and not have my Pavlova waiting? You got a one second head start.”
Taylor burst out of her seat and thuds roared through the long hallway. Scarlett had pink cat socks flying so that she could keep up without sliding into a wall and Taylor playfully screamed out as soon as she was being tickled against the fridge.
“Wait! Wait!” she laughed, doubled over. “I’m gonna pee!”
Scarlett found all the places and went at her with maniacal laughter. “That’s the oldest trick in the book, dude!” She finally moved the tall blonde away from the door and found the treasure waiting on the top shelf. She reeled it in against her chest and shook her head with lust. “Come to momma.”
Taylor caught her breath and they set up camp in front of the open fire. A mini-table a foot from the ground held the epic Pav and they shimmied up Indian-style.
“Gurl,” Scarlett smacked her lips. “It’s so pretty I don’t wanna mess it up.”
Taylor took a swig of wine and handed her cup over. “Mess it up, baby cause that’s all we have been doing lately.”
Scarlett tipped back and emptied the glass before she sliced her fork through the pink meringue and bright green kiwi. “Ain’t that the truth.”
They both placed the delicious dessert between their lips and closed. The synchronized, sustained moans nearly made Scarlett shed a tear and she immediately went for more. “Effing hell, babe. You out did yourself. I might have to change my panties.”
Taylor peeled a single cut of kiwi from the top and took a bite. “After hearing you groan, I might have to do the same.”
“I needed this. Needed you,” Scarlett looked up with worried eyes.
Taylor blew her a kiss. “And I got you here.”
Scarlett tipped the wine bottle and swirled the red in her glass. “Once you get more you can tell me, in detail, about your limo ride with my three amigos,” she grinned, eyebrow popping up and down.
Taylor nearly choked on her food and covered her mouth. “Crap,” she said muffled.
“Mmm, someone didn’t show up to the hotel room I arranged,” Scarlett smirked.
Taylor swirled around on her behind and turned away before getting up.
“Uh huh,” Scarlett chuckled. “Walk of shame. I found out.”
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It didn’t take long and both were past the point of no return. Dancing, giggling, karaoke and lots of wine brought this night of comfy fun to a close. They were worn out and while the snow continued to drop, the crackling wood kept them toasty; maybe a little too much, because clothing was scattered across the living room.
The sun was just barely able to peek in over a monster drift against the window and naturally, it ran across Scarlett’s eyes. She did a quick double blink and shielded with her forearm. That led to a tiny ache in her back and realized she was propped up against a tiny step on the hardwood floor. The throw pillow wasn’t enough and she tried to move but couldn’t budge. Her hand felt hot and sweaty and then she noticed the long strands of blonde draped over her naked chest. The mysteries were starting to add up and she pulled her hand away from Taylor’s hot, balmy ass. After she swiped a few soft lines away from her face, sure enough, she was out with a light snore. Scarlett didn’t want to move and wake her so she gently rolled her neck into a loud crack to ease some tension.
She lazily scanned the untidy area and spotted movement. The cat, Benjamin, was on his way and she mouthed at him. “No. Don’t do it.”
He didn’t listen and like the mother of the house, he curled up against her arm and plopped down.
“Ass,” she whispered.
She laid quiet and gently rolled her fingers across Taylor’s open thigh while all of her problems manifested themselves inside of her brain. She wasn’t going to be able to stay in New York for long. Suddenly a phone started to go off and vibrated underneath Taylor’s hand. Finally, she thought. The sleepyhead struggled to get it to her ear and mumbled. “Hello?”
The conversation was brief, something about studio work today. That’s all she gathered. Taylor pushed up away from Scarlett’s warm, heavy mounds and glanced around. She turned and found a head of messy hair and her friend’s gentle, beautiful face. She lifted and slid across bare breasts until her big, full lips pressed into Scarlett’s succulent set of pouty pink. She held her firm and pulled with her bottom lip briefly sticking before letting go. Scarlett glanced up with a sultry, awakened gaze and Taylor gasped with wide eyes.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” she popped off.
Scarlett laid still. “It’s fine,” she whispered, her voice falling out. She couldn’t take her wondering, focused eyes away from her.
Taylor cupped her mouth. “Does my breath stink? Oh no.”
Scarlett couldn’t move. She wanted to but she was paralyzed in the moment. “Kinda,” she said. Her mouth flinched with a half smile and dropped back to a deep stare, eyebrows high.
“I have to get ready. Some things to wrap up in Manhattan.” Taylor got to her feet and Scarlett roamed Taylor’s naked body down to her crooked shorts.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Coming with me right?” she said, already down the hall.
Scarlett nodded down to Benjamin and put a finger to her lips, savoring the feeling of such a wonderful moment.
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Chapter Three: Distorted Princess
SC studio was a newer establishment and with some mild industry shake ups, Taylor had decided to record some of her older catalogue. It wasn’t out of the norm for her to change out producers during musical eras and she had started to feel comfortable here.
“Brenda!” Taylor plodded over in heavy boots.
The younger brunette secretary went in for a hug and flashed a toothy smile. “Miss Swift, I’m so glad you’re back.” The Irish-laced accent came through loud and clear.
“Oh yeah, I love it here,” Taylor said. “It’s been a minute.”
She turned and held out her arms. “Brenda, meet my great, great friend, Scarlett.”
“Oh my goodness, Miss Johansson!” she held out her hand. “I absolutely love your movies. Black Widow was so good.”
Scarlett smiled and returned the gesture. “Aw. Why thank you, that’s so sweet.” And while she was sincere, truthfully, it was just nice to not have a fan go completely ballistic. Brenda must be seeing high profile people on the regular and that was completely fine with her. Simple handshake.
Taylor looked around. “Stephen here?”
“No, sorry. Mr. Cole had a few errands to run and is out for the day. He knew you would be here to track, so he left it ready to go. All you need is someone to handle the board.”
“Huh,” she shrugged to Scarlett. “Wanna?”
“Well yeah, sure,” Scarlett shrugged back.
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Scarlett could definitely see the appeal of this place. It was roomy but decorated with an old school indie band aesthetic with posters and relics. Guitars, vintage amps and various gear lined the perimeter.
Taylor slipped on her monitors and glanced towards Scarlett who already had the song ready. Both had considerable time in studios over the years so this would be a breeze.
“La...la...da…mic check, one, two…”
Scarlett made sure she was coming through with a good volume and put a thumbs up. Taylor had warmed up her vocals in the ride to the city and she was primed and ready to lay it down.
Now with the click track hitting her ears, Taylor fell into rhythm. The ambient reverb filled Scarlett’s side of the room and the feathery acoustic guitar drenched her soul with happiness. She just realized that one of her favorite Swift songs was about to be re-recorded with an older, more mature voice. 2013 was nearly ten years ago and Taylor had turned into nothing short of an Angel with her vocal ability in that time. Those words shouted by the masses about her tiny voice only made her stronger and it showed.
“Clear blue...water...high tide came and brought you in…”
Scarlett crossed her legs and put her chin in her palm, focused on that tall, beautiful bundle of genius. The bass in her voice electrified her core and she shivered.
“And I could go on and on...on and on…and I will…”
Of course she was nailing it on her first attempt. It was Taylor.
“Skies grow...darker, currents swept you out again,
And you were just gone and gone, gone and gone.
In silent screams, and wildest dreams,
I never dreamed of this...
This love is good,
This love is bad,
This love is a life back from the dead, whoa...
These hands had to let it go free,
And this love came back to me, whoa…” - Taylor Swift. This Love. 2014. Scarlett watched in amazement, completely enthralled until she was jostled out from a sudden stop.
“Let’s go ahead and—“
Scarlett turned the pan knob on her vocal track and put it into the left side of the channel. “Got that left, babe. Leave it or move to right?”
“Um, yeah, left is fine. Let’s go ahead for take two up to the bridge.” Taylor took a drink of water and smiled back. “I forgot how many harmonies were in that bridge.”
“Oh, not me,” Scarlett glowed. “I’ll get more water while you start from the top.”
“Yep.”
Scarlett motioned that the proverbial tape was now running and stepped out into the hallway. She needed to hit up Brenda for the water and heard some talking. Disgust is the first word that comes to mind when she laid eyes on the last person she thought she would ever see. She shut down her gut instinct to address her with a fake and happy greeting to not bring drama to Brenda and the studio.
“Karlie,” she said quietly, resting against the wood top.
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Karlie Kloss, the sworn enemy and trifling-ass-bitch extraordinaire. Scarlett had to look up to find that fake smile and pearly white gates that couldn’t hold back lies. Designer everything, top to bottom and not worthy of Scarlett’s attention.
“Oh, wow. Scarlett,” she said, a bit reserved. “What are you doing here?”
“Funny that. I was about to ask you the same thing.” She turned with lagging eyes stuck on evil and smiled to Brenda. “Taylor is running out of water. I didn’t know my way around.”
“Oh, certainly. I’ll get it.”
Scarlett made sure she was out of view and gave Karlie the look of the century. The slim blonde knew it all too well.
“Gonna need you to leave,” Scarlett said clearly but soft.
“Excuse me?”
“She’s not dealing with you today. She’s busy.”
Karlie dropped back on one foot and huffed. “Why are you even here? Taylor said I could drop by.”
“When?”
“Are you her babysitter or something?”
“You should be ashamed of yourself for trying to win that woman’s heart back. Audacity doesn’t cover it.” Scarlett moved closer.
Karlie grabbed her phone and laughed. “This has to be a joke.” She started to text and Scarlett’s back pocket started to vibrate.
“Tay doesn’t bring her phone into the booth. Someone who’s supposedly so close would know that.” Scarlett smiled and silenced it.
Karlie stepped towards the back and Scarlett shuffled over.
“Nah uh.”
“Jesus. Or what? Are you her guard dog?”
Scarlett crossed her arms and looked up. “She doesn’t need bitches hanging around.”
The look of hate was real and Karlie breathed in heavy air, a result of that burn hitting her like a truck.
“I know all about tall stacks of bullshit. Trust me. I was married to Ryan Reynolds.” Scarlett dusted off her blue button up and flung her hair to one side, fully accepting her role as a protector to her vulnerable friend. “I’m not afraid to climb a withered, hollowed out tree to take some off the top.”
“The fuck does that even mean?” Karlie stood there. Stunned. She was stunned.
“Move your ass and she can text you later, if she wants.”
“Fuck you, Scarlett.”
Karlie huffed again and fell back into the door, back into the snow. The victor smiled with a sarcastic finger roll wave and went back to the console room.
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The hot water was nothing short of a blessing after trekking around in the snow. Lavender soap slid across the floor of Taylor’s exquisite shower room while Scarlett rinsed her hair out and she turned after she heard a sudden click.
“Hey, Scarlett?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Mind if I jump in since you already have it all nice and steamy?”
She wasn’t wrong. Scarlett forgot to turn on the fan and there was zero visibility and felt incredible. However, the silent, awkward pause started to worry her.
“No. Yeah. That’s fine, it’s your bathroom,” Scarlett laughed.
Taylor pulled the large glass door and smiled towards her friend. “Hey, hey.” The tall angelic blonde held nothing back and came without any garments or even a towel. It was a similar sight to this morning but without her fancy cat shorts and she was absolutely fine with it.
“Hey, you,” Scarlett said softly.
Taylor was under the water and sighed out. The warmth was rubbed in quickly and she nudged up on Scarlett.
“Thank you so much for handling that at the studio.”
She instantly froze with a shock to her core and then lightly twisted the bottom of her hair. “Oh, that’s no problem.”
“We got a lot of recording done. Feels good.”
Scarlett placed her soapy hands onto Taylor’s ribs and arms lifted to let her in. “Your voice sounded so amazing, girl.” Gently, she caressed her bare sides and glazed over her soft belly. Back and forth, she lathered Taylor’s mid section until it was covered. She looked up and found a smokey, almost smoldering, gaze looming down at her.
“Yours must have sounded amazing, too,” Taylor said with a gentle, warm tone.
Scarlett’s heart jumped and she inhaled sharply with rattled nerves. Taylor’s perfect hands latched onto the slippery ones of the scatter brained woman and slowly moved them onto her big, heavy breasts. Similar to her own but more perky, she did what anyone would and fondled them carefully.
“Thirty seven text messages in an hour is a bit excessive, don’t you think?”
"I should have guessed she'd blow up your phone..."
Taylor was the archer and stuck the arrow into the bull’s eye. Both started to move towards the wall and Scarlett bumped into it first. Those lustful eyes roamed around that gorgeous face of Taylor’s and she had no clue what was going to happen next. She was in trouble. Taylor kept on and draped Scarlett’s arms around her backside and pressed her thick, warm frame up onto her friend. She took Scarlett by the leg and hoisted it up to curl around her thigh and leaned down with heavy breaths into her ear.
“Sharing men, sharing kisses by the fireplace,” she said with a delicate, juicy kiss onto her earlobe. “Threatening my exg—“
“I didn’t threa—“
Taylor squelched a yummy one on Scarlett’s shivering neck and popped off to lay another one on her cheek. “You always show up and make me crazy,” she sighed. “How do you do this to me so fast?”
Scarlett wrapped around her completely and held their soapy bodies firm. “Something is always in our way,” she admitted with feathering eyelids.
Another delicious smack rang out, but from Taylor’s neck this time and they took turns loving on each other. Hands started to move and they explored feverishly.
“I don’t want us to rebound with each other,” Taylor sighed out.
Scarlett quickly slid her hands up through the both of them and caught Taylor by her cheeks with a caress under her ears. “Not every fling has to be a relationship on day one, baby,” she said sincerely. “You’re allowed to have fun.” She saw her friend’s mind wrapping around the concept she presented and a smile came her way. “Why’d you bring me here?”
Taylor went on with her onslaught of glorious kisses and stumbled with her answer. “To help you heal and stuff…”
Scarlett glowed with desire, smiling ear to ear. “Or that you needed me to come handle the situation,” she said with absolute confidence. There wasn’t a response and she didn’t need one. The unspoken truth further manifested itself when she turned and gently shoved Taylor against the wall. She dabbled light pecks across those succulent boobs and traveled with her lips between cleavage and her long, luscious abdomen. It was a silky smooth transition to her pretty folds and she tapped Taylor’s leg to make her hike it towards the shampoo stand before she went to her knees.
“Scarlett, are you su—mmughh…”
Big pouty kisses electrified her entire body like a patch of spider web bolts across a raging sky. Taylor grabbed the top of Scarlett’s damp head and latched onto her own with a heavy, thunderous groan. Finger nails went across her inner thighs and she huffed with quick breaths. Her hips rolled forward and she moaned out while Scarlett plunged deep between her dripping arousal. She reeled back and a slurp smacked out from pursed lips and with a desperate grip, she found a rhythm and drenched the huge room in scrumptious cries. Scarlett offered up an arm of support for that trembling leg without disturbing Taylor’s groove and vibrated some heavenly groans across her sensitive flesh.
Taylor sprawled out across the wet tile with both arms and pushed her hips with generous, committed thrusts across Scarlett’s face. She held her hard muscle out for Taylor to slide on and back and forth, she had her face drenched in hot fluid. The sighs turned to grunts and Taylor’s head fell back with a falling face.
“Scarl—baby!baby!ohno!”
Scarlett draped a hand between Taylor’s quivering thighs and fiddled her way between those doused lips until two fingers slid in to the knuckle. Taylor squealed at the sudden jolt to her often neglected spot and arched with rumbling hips as she exploded. She held her long torso in an involuntary, orgasmic stretch while she came like a supernova across her friend’s beautiful face. She shook and thrashed with both hands clamping at Scarlett’s hair. Scarlett trailed back up and found Taylor’s own disheveled head of messy strands to bring her back down to Earth. She cleared away the matted blonde and found Taylor’s lips dry and stuck together.
“You tasted so good,” she whispered before applying a thick, glossy kiss.
Taylor couldn’t do anything but heave in air in between those loveable pillow taps. “Oh my god,” she mumbled.
“That was for the kiss this morning,” Scarlett said, peering deep into her beautiful, shaky eyes.
She was taken by the hand and the door flew open. Taylor snatched up two monstrous towels from the rack and they headed off down the hallway. Scarlett smiled in tow and didn’t say a word. The house was dark until they reached the bright orange living room. Taylor dropped the towels to the hardwood floor and took Scarlett by the waist. “On your belly,” she said sternly before disappearing through the house.
Scarlett went down across the flattened out fabric and heard thuds from behind. She flipped her hair and stared into the warm flames with a big smile. A small moan escaped her when Taylor slid across her backside and nuzzled her neck.
“Mmm, what’s that smell?” Scarlett murmured.
Taylor popped a bottle cap and squirted fat globs of lotion all over Scarlett’s exposed back. “Made from goat’s milk and pumpkin spice.”
Scarlett bit her lip hard and let every muscle in her body relax. “That is delicious.”
“You are the delicious one,” Taylor whispered. She pressed both hands into the dollops of cream and drew a massive heart around Scarlett’s rose tattoo. The symbolism behind that sensual, erotic gesture was instantly felt between both of them. Taylor dropped her heavy breasts against her skin and let her body weight envelop her gorgeous lover. The slippery bond let her glide and she nibbled Scarlett’s ear.
“Taylor Swift, I feel like you’re prepping me…”
She heard a cute giggle and felt the hot breath on her, chilling every fiber of her being.
“Smelling like baked goods,” Taylor whispered, kissing behind her neck. “I’m a very good cook,” she said loud and clear. Taylor slipped a hand between them to push her slippery fingers between Scarlett’s tight buns. She found radiating heat and split her friend apart with a gentle rub across the touchy pink. “Looks like the oven is ready,” Taylor mumbled with light kisses.
“Are you going to stick a fork in my side and call me done?” Scarlett giggled but quit once a loud vibrating sound erupted behind her.
Taylor nudged the huge wand between her silky thighs and touched it on Scarlett’s wetness. “N’yet. My recipe still has more steps…”
Her hand tightened on it and nuzzled it through Scarlett’s big ass until it spread her wide and rumbled violently into her aching bud. She cried out and put her hands into the floor to lift up, but Taylor held her down.
“Can’t rise too fast,” Taylor joked. The wand rippled Scarlett’s juicy lips again and drowned out her soft vocals.
The beautiful blonde chef maneuvered around quickly until she had Scarlett shuffled onto her back and presented her shiny, enchanted naked body between her legs. Scarlett’s gaze was fixed on the random arrangement of fiery colors that flashed across Taylor’s gleaming skin. She was also desperate to contribute and took hold of that magnificent thing between her legs. Taylor clasped onto her ankles and spread her far and wide before she slid in tight and sandwiched the glorious vibrations.
The last 24 hours of magical time spent with the majestic woman on top of her was all coming back and building into a back raising, body convulsing moan that had her mountainous globes rocking across her chest. Scarlett screamed out and held her unabashed cry of release until Taylor joined her in a groan that sent their hips gyrating vigorously into the high powered machine. Every new orgasm was another plea to each other by name until Scarlett could hold on no longer. It dropped across her belly and Taylor fell in with lush, forceful slurps that melted her heart with a quickness.
Scarlett propped her head up with an arm and couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Am I finished, Chef Swift?”
Taylor’s powerful eyes is all she could see and there were no jokes coming from down there. She was all business and gracefully took what she worked for with loud kisses and swipes of her tongue. Scarlett raised up and slid fingers deep into Taylor’s mane to watch.
“Mmm, you don’t have to share, either,” she whispered. “Have it all…”
Taylor was pulled up playfully and she went after Scarlett.
“Come here, you.”
They fell back to the floor with laughs and giggles while heavy snow dropped through the night sky...
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-Thanks to Grobnar and Sly for the inspirations and drive to make these happen.
Topic: Ebony and Ivory III(Scarlett Johansson, Taylor Swift) (Read 9633 times)