Hollywood Youth with Ariana Greenblatt, Dafne Keen and Xochitl Gomez

[TheLW]

Hollywood Youth
With Ariana Greenblatt, Dafne Keen and Xochitl Gomez
Written by TheLW
Codes: FFF, Daisy Chain, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

 

The silver corrugated walls of Bar Marmont shimmered under soft pink and violet lights, turning the Vanities: A Night for Young Hollywood event into something dreamlike. Xochitl adjusted the crystal-encrusted circle at her midriff, the black halter dress hugging her curves before flaring into a short, playful skirt. She felt eyes on her as she moved through the crowd, young actors, models, musicians, but tonight she wasn't scanning for industry connections. She was here to have a good time, buzzing with the energy of the room.

That's when she spotted Dafne first. The taller woman stood near the bar in a flowing off-the-shoulder black gown that skimmed her body like liquid night, her dark curls cascading freely. At twenty-one, Dafne carried herself with a quiet confidence that drew people in without effort. Their eyes met across the room, Dafne smiled, and tilted her head in invitation.

Xochitl crossed the room. "Your dress is stunning," she said, voice low enough to feel intimate amid the chatter.

"Says the girl who looks like she stepped out of a fever dream,” Dafne said. “That cut-out? Bold." Her eyes lingered appreciatively on the pearl-ringed opening that exposed Xochitl's toned stomach.

They talked easily, about auditions that went sideways, directors who actually listened, the absurdity of being young in an industry that aged people overnight. Xochitl ordered sparkling water with lime, Dafne the same.

Then Ariana appeared, almost shyly, in a deep navy satin gown that clung to her slender frame and pooled dramatically at her feet. Eighteen, and fresh off a string of breakout roles, she had that rare mix of wide-eyed wonder and sharp wit. She hesitated at the edge of their circle until Dafne reached out and tugged her in gently by the wrist.

"You made it," Dafne said. "Thought maybe the gown would swallow you whole.”

Ariana grinned, cheeks flushing. "It almost did. But I wanted to wear something that looked... sexy." Her eyes looked between them. "You two look like trouble together.”

Xochitl felt a spark ignite at the playful accusation. "Good trouble, I hope.”

They stayed like that for a while, clustered in a corner, laughing over shared stories, trading compliments that edged closer to flirtation with every passing minute. Ariana's hand brushed Xochitl's thigh when she leaned in to whisper something Dafne's fingers traced idle patterns on Ariana's bare shoulder while explaining a fight scene she'd choreographed herself. The touches were light, testing, but each one sent heat rippling outward.

By the time the event began to thin, the air between them felt thick with unspoken want.

"My place isn't far," Dafne said casually, though her voice had dropped an octave. "We could... keep talking. Or not talk.”

Xochitl met Ariana's eyes. Ariana bit her lip, then nodded slowly. "Yeah. Let's go.”

A short while later, the three young Hollywood starlets arrived at their destination. Dafne's loft was high up, all clean lines and city lights through floor-to-ceiling windows. There was no pretense now, as they kicked off heels in the entryway.

Dafne poured them drinks, a small ritual of care. They settled on the wide sectional couch, knees brushing, space shrinking until it vanished.

Xochitl moved first, tentative but sure. She leaned toward Ariana, cupping her cheek, thumb grazing the soft skin. "Can I kiss you?"

Ariana's breath hitched. "Please.”

Their lips met, exploratory at first. Ariana tasted faintly of lime and nervous excitement. Xochitl deepened it gradually, tongue sliding against Ariana's until the younger woman whimpered softly.

Dafne watched, eyes dark with hunger, then slid closer. She pressed a kiss to the side of Ariana's neck, just below the ear, while her hand found Xochitl's bare midriff, fingers splaying over warm skin. "You two are beautiful together," she said.

Ariana turned her head, seeking Dafne's mouth next. The kiss was hungrier, teeth grazing lips. Xochitl watched them, before she reached out, tracing the curve of Dafne's breast through the thin fabric of her gown, thumb circling until the nipple peaked under her touch.

Eventually their clothes came off in a slow reveal. Dafne unzipped Ariana's satin dress first, letting it slide down to reveal smooth skin, small breasts tipped with dusky rose, the gentle dip of her waist. Ariana shivered.

Xochitl's dress followed, the black fabric pooling at her feet. She wore nothing underneath but a thin silver chain around her hips. Dafne's gown slipped from her shoulders, revealing full curves, the shadow between her thighs already glistening.

They moved to the bedroom, a wide bed with dark sheets waiting. No rush. They knelt together, a triangle of bodies.

Dafne guided them into position first. She lay back, propped on pillows, legs parted. "Come here," she said to Ariana. Ariana crawled forward, settling between Dafne's thighs. She kissed the inside of one knee, then higher, tongue flicking out to taste her. Dafne groaned, fingers threading into Ariana's hair.

Xochitl positioned herself behind Ariana, chest to back, hands cupping Ariana's breasts, rolling the nipples gently. She kissed Ariana's shoulder, then reached around to slide fingers down Ariana's stomach, finding her already slick. Two fingers circled her sex mound in slow, firm strokes while Ariana's tongue worked between Dafne's thighs.

The room filled with soft moans, wet sounds, the rustle of sheets.

They shifted, fluid, instinctive. Ariana moved up to straddle Dafne's face, lowering herself carefully. Dafne's tongue delved deep, hands gripping Ariana's hips to steady her. Xochitl knelt in front of Ariana, kissing her deeply while pinching her nipples, then trailing kisses down her body until she could join Dafne between Ariana's thighs. Their tongues met there, sliding alongside each other over Ariana's clit, tasting her together.

Ariana came first, hard, shuddering, moaning out against Xochitl's mouth.

They rearranged again, this time forming the perfect daisy chain they'd all silently craved. No one on top, no one left out. They lay on their sides in a tight, trembling triangle on the wide bed, bodies curved like a living circle of pleasure.

Dafne nestled her face between Xochitl's spread thighs, tongue immediately tracing slow circles over her swollen clit while her fingers spread her open wider, dipping inside to curl against that perfect spot that made Xochitl’s hips jerk. At the same time, Xochitl turned her head and buried her mouth in Ariana’s slick folds, licking long and deep, moaning at the taste as Ariana’s hips rocked instinctively against her face. Ariana completed the chain by pressing her mouth to Dafne’s dripping center, her tongue sliding through the wetness with hungry licks, sucking gently on Dafne’s sensitive area before plunging inside.

All three of them were connected at once, mouths on pussies, tongues moving in rhythm, the wet sounds overlapping in a filthy, beautiful symphony. Dafne licked Xochitl harder, savoring every pulse and twitch, Xochitl devoured Ariana with messy enthusiasm, her moans vibrating straight into Ariana’s core, Ariana matched them lick for lick, her lips and tongue working Dafne with the same desperate hunger she felt being eaten in return.

The room grew hotter, thicker with the scent of sex. Soft gasps and whimpers filled the air as they rocked together in the chain, each woman giving and receiving at the exact same moment. Ariana’s hand reached back to grip Xochitl’s thigh, Xochitl’s fingers dug into Ariana’s ass, Dafne’s free hand slid up to pinch one of Ariana’s nipples, then Xochitl’s, heightening everything.

“Oh fuck... right there,” Ariana whimpered against Dafne’s pussy, the words muffled but clear enough to make Dafne moan and grind harder into her mouth. Xochitl’s thighs started to tremble first, clamping around Dafne’s head as her orgasm built fast from the relentless tongue and fingers working her. She came with a sharp, keening moan that vibrated deep into Ariana, pushing Ariana over the edge seconds later, her whole body seizing, thighs shaking as she flooded Xochitl’s tongue.

Dafne felt both of them cresting and chased her own release, sucking harder on Xochitl’s clit while Ariana’s tongue drove her higher. The chain tightened, bodies pressing closer, tongues moving faster, wetter, messier, until Dafne came undone as well, hips bucking wildly as she came against Ariana’s mouth, moaning long and low into Xochitl.

They stayed locked like that for several moments, tongues still lazily flicking against sensitive flesh, gentle kisses pressed to slick thighs and swollen lips as the aftershocks rolled through them. No one pulled away, as the circle felt too perfect to break.

Eventually, Ariana laughed softly. "We should do this again."

Xochitl smiled against her shoulder. "Soon."

Dafne pulled them both closer. "Definitely soon.”

The End