Amanda’s Birthday Wish

Amanda’s Birthday Wish (ff/fff)
By: BrianWF29

Amanda couldn’t believe it was finally happening. After all these years
of waiting, one of her dreams was coming true. Spread out before her, in
all its summer splendor, was Yankee Stadium. She had often fantasized
about this moment. Now, thanks to her best friend Will, it was all
coming true.

Their seats were remarkably close to the field, placing them just four
rows from the field of play, directly behind the Yankee dugout. Will had
explained to her that he knew someone who had season tickets, and had
"bargained"
him out of them for one night. When pressed on what type of
"bargaining" was involved, Will merely shrugged and given that lopsided
grin of his that stated she was better off not knowing.

Twilight had settled in by the third inning, and Amanda was in a nearly
blissful state. The Yankees had managed to score early, and now held a
comfortable lead. He gaze began to take in much more detail of the
fabled stadium. The sounds of the crowd, the blare of music from the
centerfield Jumbotron, the smell of the food being sold by the vendors
throughout the complex, each added to her sensory experience. It was
while she was absorbed in this tableau that she had failed to hear Will
calling her name. He finally restored to jabbing her in the arm to get
her attention.

She gave him an exasperated look. "What?" she said in an almost
accusing tone of voice.

Will ignored the tone of her voice and pointed to the first row of
seats directly in front of them. "Anybody in the front row look familiar
to you?" he asked as he pointed.

She followed the direction of his finger and looked at the fans arrayed
before her. At first, all she could see were the back of their heads.
Will motioned that she should continue to look. At that very moment, a
girl with long blonde hair tucked under a Yankees cap turned around to
address someone behind her. Amanda gasped. "No, it can’t be!" she
whispered.

Will grinned. "No, I’m pretty sure you’re right on the mark."

She looked at him, then returned her eyes to the girl in the front row.
After another moment’s staring, she finally decided that her first
instinct HAD been correct. There, sitting no more than twenty feet from
her, was singing star Britney Spears!

"What’s SHE doing here?" Amanda nearly yelled. Will chuckled and shook
his head.

"Looks to me like she’s watching a baseball game, dummy."

She punched him in the shoulder. "I KNOW that! I just didn’t know she
was a Yankee fan."

"Well, it’s either that, or she’s here on a date. Remember, she’s only
17 years old, after all."

Amanda’s eyes looked as though they had glazed over. "Still doesn’t
make her and less sexy, Will."

He rolled eyes back in their sockets, and slapped a hand to his
forehead. "Is that ALL you ever think of?" he kidded.

"When you’ve been without for as long as I have, it has a tendency of
coming up from time to time." Recently separated from her husband,
Amanda had somehow managed to stay out of any type of relationship for
over six months. Will had been more than willing to "help" her out, but
was waiting until she was ready. "Plus," Amanda added, "she’s been a
fantasy of mine for a while now."

"So, why don’t you go down there and introduce yourself. Something like
‘Hi, my name is Amanda, and I want to sleep with you. Care to join me?"

She burst out in laughter, causing a few people to turn towards her.
She clamped a hand over her mouth and attempted to restrain herself.
Once she was under control, she wiped tears away from her eyes. "I could
see it now," she said through halting breaths. "Psycho lady arrested for
sexual harassing pop star. Story at 10."

He shrugged. "Hey, at least you’d be famous. Seriously, though, why
don’t you just go over there and introduce yourself? Maybe ask for an
autograph."

"Will, I’d feel funny. She must get bothered all the time in public. I
don’t want to cause her any troubles."

Will stood up. "Then let’s find out." With that, we walked down to the
front row. Amanda cringed, sure that her best friend was about to get
arrested and thrown in a Bronx jail. After a minute, however, Will
returned without incident. He stood in front of Amanda and held out his
hand. "C’mon."

"C’mon where?" she asked hesitantly. Will simply put out his hand
again. She got up and took his hand in hers, almost afraid to find out
what he’d done. She followed him towards the field, her heart hammering
in her chest.

As they approached the front row, Britney turned to face them. She was
wearing a blue Yankee uniform shirt, obviously one size too big for her,
as was the fashion at the time. She had a baseball cap pulled snugly
over her head, providing her with some anonymity in public. It was her
face that was unmistakable. The dark brown eyes, the full lips, and the
high, dimpled cheekbones were those that Amanda had seen staring back at
her in more than one music video. Not to mention, a few erotic dreams.

Britney smiled, her lips pulled back to reveal even, beautifully white
teeth. Will could almost hear Amanda gasp with nervousness. He reached
out and shook Britney’s hand. "Britney Spears, I’d love for you to meet
my best friend, Amanda Richardson. Amanda, you obviously know who this
is."

Britney chuckled and extended her hand to Amanda. "Nice to meet you,
Amanda. Will here has told me that you’re a big fan of mine."

Finding her voice hard to come by, Amanda simply nodded. Will chuckled
and Britney’s smile grew wider. "It’s OK, no need to be nervous. As a
matter of fact, why don’t you two come sit here with us for a while?
It’s a beautiful view, and I could use some normal company for a while.
Most of the people I’m around nowadays are either security personnel, or
managers of one type or another. I’d be nice to talk, woman to woman."
She waved and indicated that Amanda should sit in the seat to her right.
With just a moment’s hesitation, she finally sat, amazed at the sudden
course of events. She looked over at Will, who sat next Frederick, the
man Britney had been seated with. They were already deep in conversation
about the team. Will looked up long enough to wink, and grin as Amanda
silently lipped the words, "Thank you."

The next two hours flew by in a whirlwind. Amanda was hardly aware of
the game, so engrossed in her conversation with Britney. They seemed to
fall into talking like old friends, discussing everything from the game,
to musical tastes, to men. Amanda, who’d from time to time found women
attractive, couldn’t keep from staring at Britney. She was absolutely
beautiful, seeming to be much older than her 17 years of age. She found
out that Britney’s birthday was only two days before hers, December 4th,
abet nearly 13 years apart. They exchanged phone numbers, with Britney
giving her a cell phone number that she could be reached at almost any
time except when sleeping or performing. Not that Amanda honestly
expected to ever here from her new found friend again. But the gesture
was enough for her. Britney was kind enough to sign a few items for
them, such as the score card and program from the game. Before they
left, Will shook hands with Britney and Frederick, and Amanda hugged her
friend goodbye. Before they parted, Britney kissed her on the lips, not
quite a friendly kiss, but a kiss with hidden meaning, of longing.
Amanda pulled away and looked into those dark brown eyes, searching for
any hidden message she might have been missing. Britney gave her a sly
smile and grasped her hand tightly. "Until we meet again, Amanda," she
said in almost a bedroom voice. Amanda blushed, and turned and left the
stadium with Will.

On the ride back to Jersey, Amanda seemed lost in a cloud. Will pinched
her shoulder, saying "Earth to Amanda. Anyone home?"

She just beamed, still not quite accepting how the night had gone.
"Yeah, I’m here. Just sort of thinking back to how different this night
was from what I had expected."

"Well, meeting a musical superstar and talking with her for hours by
yourself could have that effect, I suppose."

She knew her was teasing her. "I don’t know how I can ever thank you for
this, Will. This has to be one of the best night’s of my life."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Well, I suppose we’ll come up with a way you can
thank me…."

Leaning over to him and holding him tight, she whispered in his ear,
"Yes, I suppose there is."

Near the end of November, Amanda was sitting around the house after
work, just relaxing from another hectic day in the store. Her sister was
out, and she had the house to herself for once. She was just getting
ready to jump in the tub when the phone rang. She picked it up,
expecting it to be Will, calling to find out how her day had went. The
voice, however, was decidedly female.

"Hello? Can I please speak with Amanda Richardson?" the woman asked.
Amanda had a nagging feeling that she knew this person, but couldn’t
place the tone.

"This is she. Who is this?"

"It’s me Amanda, Britney. Remember me?"

Her eyes grew large and her chest became tight. "Of course I remember
you! How have you been?"

There was a chuckle from the other end. "Busy, as usual. I just got
back from the MTV European Music Awards, and I’m tired of being on the
road. I’m in New York as we speak."

Amanda chuckled. "I envy you YOUR lifestyle!"

Britney seemed a little quiet. "You might be surprised, Amanda. It’s
not always what it’s cracked up to be."

"I’ll take your word for it."

Britney laughed. "I called for two reasons. First, is to apologize for
not having called you sooner. It just seemed like anytime I could find
always got interrupted by something or someone."

"No problem. I can understand. Actually, I’m surprised you even
remembered who I am, never mind what my number was."

"How could I forget? Those eyes sense of humor? Who could forget?"
Amanda felt a warm spot begin in her gut, spreading throughout her body.
"Anyway, I was calling to find out if you and Will would be able to come
up to the city this weekend? I’m throwing sort of a small party for my
birthday, and I remember that yours is only two days later. I’d like for
you to come up and be my guest for a couple of days."

Amanda was nearly shocked speechless. "I can’t speak for Will, but I
shouldn’t have a problem. Aside from a lack of transportation."

"Don’t worry about it. I’ll send a limo down to pick you up. As for
Will, Frederick spoke to him earlier, and he’ll be there for at least
the party. I suspect once you get him there, you’ll be able to convince
him to stay for a while."

Amanda grinned, recalling her "Thank you" to him after they had gotten
back from the game. "Oh, trust me, THAT won’t be a problem." They both
chuckled.

"All right, good. Then I’ll have my secretary call you later and get
your address for the limo. I can’t wait to see you again, A. I think
you’ll have a good time."

She smiled. "You can bet on it! Talk to ya later, B."

The limo ride up seemed to take forever. Will sat across from her,
decked out in a white tuxedo, one very similar in cut and color to the
one he’d worn to the prom they’d first met at. She had to admit, he
looked REALLY good dressed up like this. Standing 5’6, she only weighed
about 115 pounds. She was nicely proportioned, with 36c breasts and
luscious, wavy brunette hair that she wore just past her shoulders. She
wore a red silk dress with spaghetti straps that Britney had sent down
for her to wear. The fabric was so smooth and soft, clinging to her body
in all the right areas. The length was just above her knees, setting off
her gorgeous legs. Her hair was teased up, making Will whistle when he’d
first seen her. She’d topped the outfit off with a pair of long gold
chain earrings and ruby red lipstick that matched her dress, setting off
her luscious lips, while at the same time nicely contrasting her vibrant
blue eyes.

The trip up to New York seemed to fly by. Before she knew it, they had
arrived at Rockefeller Plaza. The annual tree lighting had been the
previous night. Amanda had watched on TV as Britney had performed during
the ceremony. Now, here they were, standing in front of 30 Rockefeller
Plaza, looking up past the tree towards where the party was being held
on the 65th floor. The Rainbow Room had recently been renovated, after
hosting parties since the early 20s. Will’s jaw had dropped when Amanda
had informed him of the exact location of the party. To Will, who was a
history buff, this was like stepping backward into a bygone era. To
Amanda, this was a dream come true.

They walked to the elevators, in awe of the hustle and bustle of the
city in the throws of the holiday season. An operator, who politely
ushered them inside the waiting car, met them at the elevator door. The
lift seemed to move at supersonic speeds as they were whisked towards
Britney’s party. Will took Amanda’s arm in his as the car settled out
and the doors opened onto the main hallway of the 65th floor. They could
clearly here the sound emanating from the ballroom down the hall. Once
they were cleared by the security guards stationed outside the room,
they entered into another world.

The room was huge! Normally, small tables would be arranged throughout
the room, facing a small stage in the middle. But, for this occasion,
the tables had been pushed against the walls, and the middle was now a
huge dance floor. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, providing a
dim yet comfortable lighting. The walls were decorated in soft wood
paneling, reflecting the soft lighting back into the room.

Music throbbed out of speakers that were well hidden somewhere in the
walls. Bodies in shimmering colors gyrated and flowed around the room.
Men and women in fine clothes populated the area, battling with the
music for dominance. Will could nearly feel Amanda vibrating, barely
restraining herself from immediately jumping into the flow of humanity.
He looked over at her and saw the rapture in her eyes. He grinned as he
led her out onto the dance floor. Seemingly all at once, they became
part of the crowd and joined in the movements and rhythms being created
by the music.

Amanda was in seventh heaven. She absolutely LOVED to dance, loosing
herself in the vibrations of the melodies passing around and through
her. For a short period of time, she lost all memory of WHO she was here
to see, and became part of the collective group. She danced within sight
of Will, yet wasn’t actually dancing with him. She seemed to be floating
from one group to the next, enjoying the variations of different
partners and dance styles. None of the faces stood out in her mind,
which would not have normally been the case if she were watching from a
distance. Time seemed to flow and ebb slowly, allowing her to revel in
the sheer pleasure of the moment.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she felt a pair of hands clutch at her hips
from behind. At first, she enjoyed the feeling and warmth of the touch,
figuring it was Will. It took her a second to realize Will was standing
near one of the tables talking with a group, not behind her. She froze,
whirling around to face the person who was sharing her motions. Her eyes
widened, and her face lit up as she recognized the person. Before her,
with her hair fluffed out and in a stunning dress of neon blue the exact
same cut and material of hers, stood Britney Spears.

Britney grinned broadly as she reached out to hug her friend. Amanda
could feel the warmth of her body through the thin silk of the dresses.
Perhaps it was her imagination, but she could almost swear she could
feel Britney’s nipples poking against the fabric, brushing against her
own. They pulled apart, and Britney took Amanda’s hand and led her
towards Will’s group.

"I’m so glad you made it!" Britney nearly yelled. Amanda shook her
head.

"I wouldn’t have missed this for all the world. Thank you so much for
inviting us."

Once out of the press of bodies, it became slightly easier to hear and
be heard. Amanda spotted Will, who was absolutely beaming. She hadn’t
seen him this happy in a very long time. He waved her and Britney over,
moving slightly back to allow them into the group of people huddled
loosely together.

Will handed Amanda a glass of soda, for which she was grateful, after
her first spin on the floor. She looked at it, though, with a certain
amount of trepidation.

"Don’t worry," Will said. "It’s just soda, nothing else. Seems that
this is a completely non-alcoholic party anyhow."

Britney nodded. "After all, I’m not old enough yet to drink. My
managers thought it would be a bad idea for everyone else to be getting
drunk while I couldn’t come anywhere near any liquor."

Amanda nodded. "Trust me, Britney, you’re better off without it anyway.
This way, you can enjoy the party, and still remember it afterwards."

Britney giggled. "I wouldn’t want to miss any of this, trust me." She
looked over Amanda’s shoulder and waved someone towards them. Amanda had
just begun to turn around when she recognized the woman approaching
them. Britney stated, "Will, Amanda, I’d like for you to meet…"

Amanda gasped as she looked at the woman. She was dressed in a green
dress exactly like her and Britney’s. Her beautiful brown hair was full
and free behind her head as she stopped in front of them. Will held out
his hand. "The lovely Jennifer Love Hewitt. I’d recognize your beauty
anywhere."

Jennifer took his hand in hers, as his lips lowered to kiss her hand.
"Thank you. But please call me Love. All my friends do."

Amanda was stuck speechless. She could not believe she was standing
right next to two of the biggest stars in the entertainment world. From
her side, she heard Britney say, "Love, let me introduce Will O’Brien
and his best friend, Amanda Richardson."

Love took Amanda’s hand in hers. "Nice to meet you, Amanda, Will.
Enjoying the party so far?"

Amanda finally found her voice. "Absolutely! You have no idea how great
this is to meet you!"

Britney gave a funny grin as Love nodded. "Actually, Will told me
yesterday that you were a fan."

Amanda whirled towards her friend. "You knew she was going to be here?"
she said with an accusing tone.

He held up his hands as if to ward off her question. "Britney asked me
not to let the cat out of the bag and ruin the surprise."

Britney laughed. "C’mon, let’s go do some more dancing. I’m ready to
party!" With that, she grabbed Amanda and Love’s hands and pulled them
out onto the dance floor. Will shook his head and watched as the three
women rejoined the crowd.

Amanda was lost in a whirlwind of thought and emotion. Before she
realized it, she was dancing with two women who she found incredibly
sexy. She could feel the warmth flow through her body as they moved
within inches of each other, there eyes and breaths barely separated.
The song ended and "Kiss" from the artist formerly known as Prince began
to throb from the speakers. The heavy beat vibrated through her body,
exciting her already heightened senses.

Then, without warning, she felt Britney press her body up against
Amanda’s back, grinding into her ass. A split second later, Love did the
exact same thing, only directly in front of her. Love’s breasts molded
into Amanda’s, sending sparks of heat along her body. Love looked
directly into her eyes. The raw sexual tension seemed to explode from
them, melting into Amanda’s mind. Britney’s hands, meanwhile, began to
roam over Amanda’s sides, moving gently up and down her waist, her hips,
up and over her arms. They settled on her hips as Love continued to bump
and grind in front of her.

Without thought, Amanda put her hands on Love’s hips, pulling her in
closer to her. A sexy smile spread across Love’s face. They continued on
for a minute like this, rubbing and swaying against each other. The silk
of their dresses only heightened the erotic sensations of the dance.
Amanda felt like her body was on fire, and wondered if either of them
knew how she was being affected.

Silently, Love and Britney switched positions, which now placed Britney
in front and Love behind Amanda. They resumed their movements, melting
into each other’s body. Britney reached up and moved an errant piece of
hair from Amanda’s face. That simple touch was like lightning to Amanda.
Her eyes closed and her head tilted into Britney’s touch. Britney
allowed her hand to trail itself down to Amanda’s neck, where it landed
against the pounding artery in her neck. Love’s hands, meanwhile, had
snaked around Amanda’s waist, rubbing roughly down over the front of her
thighs. Amanda’s knees weakened when one hand brushed ever so slightly
over the area between her legs. A quick gasp escaped, which caused her
eyes to open and see the look for sheer passion on Britney’s face. Just
as the song was about to end, Amanda felt Love’s hands run up her
stomach and cup her heaving breasts briefly, quickly pinching the rock
hard nipples which were standing out against the satin. Amanda heard
Love giggle and pull away from her as the song ended.

Amanda groaned with displeasure, but Britney held her chin in her hand,
causing their gazes to lock. "Don’t worry, there’s plenty more to come,
sweetheart." And with that, she lightly pecked Amanda on the lips,
seemingly to everyone else an innocent kiss. But they both knew better.
It was a preview of things to come.

Time had no meaning after that. To Amanda, it was all an exquisite
torture. Her head swirled as she continued to dance, talk and eat. All
of the worries of the last year were forgotten for this one night as she
reveled in pure fun. She was never without company. If it wasn’t Will
near her, then Britney or Love would be within sight.

Sometime after 10, the music stopped and a microphone stand was set up
more or less center of the room. Murmurs spread through the crowd as
everyone wondered what was going on. Suddenly, at one of the rear doors,
there was a commotion. Amanda moved to get a better look and got yet
another shock. Moving through the crowd was country singer Shania Twain.
A roar of applause went up from the crowd as she stood by the mic.
Amanda was suddenly aware of Love standing next to her.

"What’s she doing here?" Amanda asked her.

"I called her and asked her to sing for Britney tonight. Not a lot of
people know this, but Britney absolutely loves Shania’s music. I guess
you could say this is my present to her."

Amanda shook her head in wonder. What must life be like, she thought,
if you can just call a major star and have them perform privately for a
birthday party? Now she felt bad for not getting Britney anything. True,
she had been told not to bring any presents with her, but she still
didn’t feel quite right, especially with something like this happening.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Will appeared in front of her. "Talk about
connections. I need to get into show business." When he saw that his
joke hadn’t quite received the response from Amanda that he’d expected,
he frowned and looked into her eyes. "What’s wrong?"

Tears began to fill in here eyes. "I just feel bad now that I didn’t
bring a present for Britney. I mean, Love brought her Shania Twain! And
I show up empty handed!"

Will placed his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, Amanda, its no big deal.
Trust me, Britney’s not going to be bothered by it in the least." He
pointed over to where she stood near Shania, shaking hands. "Do you see
her letting anything bother her right now? Trust me, just you being here
is enough for her. After all, you guys are friends, remember? Just let
it go and enjoy the show."

Amanda knew Will had a point, but still felt bad all the same.
Outwardly, she just nodded and leaned against him. He wrapped her up in
his arms as Shania began to sing. After a couple of songs, Shania and
the crowd broke into a raucous version of "Happy Birthday", and a rather
large cake was wheeled out onto the floor. A round of applause broke
out, and Britney performed the blowing out of the candles. Then Shania
spoke into the mic again.

"I have a special request here to fulfill. Will, if you’re here, can
you come forward?"

To Amanda’s shock, Will began to move to the front of the crowd. She
could not believe her eyes. "What the…..?"

Love laughed. "When I set this up, I found out that Will used to sing
in high school. Me and Shania figured she could use someone for a duet."

Amanda shook her head. "You don’t mean………"

Almost as if completing the sentence for her, Shania said, "Will here
is going to help me out with a birthday present for another lovely lady
her tonight who’ll be celebrating her birthday in two days. The song is
"From This Moment, and it’s dedicated to Amanda. Ready?"

Will took the offered extra microphone and tapped on it to test the
volume. "Well, I’m no Bryan White, but I’ll give it a try." He looked
over towards Amanda. Love was pushing her towards the front of the
crowd. Once there, Will leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Happy
birthday, sweetheart." Amanda’s face turned beat red.

The music started, and the two of them broke into a rousing version of
the song. Every once in a while, he’d look over at Amanda and break into
a huge grin. One time, he lipped the words "I Love You," to which he
received a beaming grin. After they were done, he gave his mic to
Britney. "Thank you both, that was beautiful." She turned her gaze to
Amanda. "And we have one more surprise for you." One of the doors opened
again, and another cake was wheeled out, this time with Amanda’s name on
it. Everyone broke out into another version of "Happy Birthday." Amanda
blew out her candles and was rewarded with a huge round of applause.
Then the music resumed and the party revved up yet again.

It was well after midnight by the time the party began to wind down.
People left in dribs and drabs. Amanda made sure to spend some time
talking with Shania, even getting an autograph from her. Will spent a
great deal of his time talking with Shania, and she seemed to thoroughly
enjoy his company.

Finally, the only people remaining were Amanda, Will, Love and Britney.
They were all exhausted, but quite content. The party had been a huge
success. But as with everything in life, time had come for them to say
their good-byes. Will left the room to use the little boy’s room, and
left Amanda with her two friends.

"Thank you guys so much for a great time," Amanda said. To this, she
got a strange look from Britney.

"Do you have to leave, Amanda? You know, you could always stay here
tonight. We have most of this floor reserved, and there’s plenty of
rooms."

She grinned. "I’d love to, but Will has to be getting home. I don’t
want him to go by himself."

Again, that strange look passed over Britney’s face. "I wouldn’t worry
about Will. He may not know it, but he’s got a little surprise coming to
him tonight." Before Amanda could ask what she meant by that, Britney
grabbed her hand. "C’mon, please say you’ll stay? For me?"

Amanda looked into her eyes and saw the determination. "Oh, what the
hell. I didn’t want to leave anyway. I’ll just have to call into work
tomorrow."

Britney winked. "Trust me, we’ll make it worth your time."

They left the Rainbow Room and walked down the hall to an oversized
apartment. The room was decorated for the most part in whites and tans,
with a large fireplace dominating the north wall. Someone had already
lit the logs, and a humid warmth permeated the area. Heavy red drapes
adorned the huge windows, overlooking Rockefeller Plaza. Amanda walked
over to one and looked down, watching the tiny skaters glide
effortlessly over the ice. Off in the distance, she could make out the
lights of the city’s numerous skyscrapers. Reflected in the glass, she
could see Britney move up behind her.

Laying her hands on Amanda’s arms, she nestled her chin on her
shoulder. "Beautiful, isn’t it?" Britney whispered in her ear. Amanda
shivered, remembering the sheer sexual energy this woman had created in
her before on the dance floor.

"Yes, it is," she said with just the barest hint of a catch in her
voice. Her eyes locked with those of Britney’s image in the window.
"Almost as beautiful as you, Britney."

A smile graced the features of the other woman. "Thank you. But you’re
awfully sexy yourself, A." As she said this, her hands slid down
Amanda’s arms, raising goose bumps in their wake. Amanda’s eyes closed
as Britney slipped her hands over her stomach. Amanda’s breath quickened
in anticipation. Just as Britney’s hands were inches away from her
heaving breasts, Love barged in from the bedroom.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" she asked teasingly. Amanda and Britney
giggled, with Britney hugging her tightly before turning towards Love.
When they saw her, they both gasped. Love was dressed, barely, in a lacy
light blue teddy that barely covered her ample bosom. The bottom of the
outfit barely came down to mid thigh on her. She had her hands placed
suggestively on her hips.

"Where did you get that?" Amanda asked.

Britney laughed. "We were both kind of expecting to be here overnight,
so we have clothes in the main bedroom. I’m got an outfit similar to it,
only it’s in neon orange."

Amanda frowned. "Well, I didn’t expect to be here? What should I wear?"

Love and Britney laughed and exchanged another one of their glances.
"I’m sure we can find something for you to wear, Amanda. After all, we
don’t want you catching a cold by sleeping in your birthday suit
tonight." Britney took her hand. "Let’s go find you something that
fits." As they sauntered off, Love got up and followed them.

"Oh no you don’t. I’m not being left alone again!"

They all entered the room and moved over to the large walk up closet.
In it hung a number of casual, dress, and bedtime outfits. Britney
shuffled through a few of the nighties, and finally pulled a green
outfit similar in cut to Love’s, but made of the same silken material
their dresses were. She held it up against Amanda’s body.

"What do you think Love? This look OK?"

Love moved up until she was inches away from Amanda. "Let’s try it on
to make sure." She reached out and gently ran her fingers along the
curve of Amanda’s shoulder blades, wrapping her fingers around the thin
straps of the dress. She pulled them to the side and slid them down the
side of Amanda’s arms.

No fucking way! Amanda thought to herself. This can’t be happening!
Love had a wolfish grin on her face as her ever so slowly slid the
straps down over her hands, exposing Amanda’s breasts to this beautiful
woman. Needless to say, her nipples were fully erect, pointing achingly
at Love. Love dropped the straps and placed her hands on Amanda’s hips,
moving the rest of her dress down until it fell in a heap at her feet.

Britney was staring at Amanda’s chest. "My, are we a little cold?" she
kidded. Amanda began to blush furiously, but made no move to hide her
nakedness. Britney raised Amanda’s arms over her head, draping the
nightie down over her head until it settled sloppily over Amanda’s upper
body. Amanda dropped her arms, and Love reached out to tug the material
down over her thighs. She closed her eyes as Love ran her hands over the
outfit, smoothing it out over her already energized body.

"I don’t know," Love whispered. "I kind of like you better with nothing
on…" Her hands slid up and cupped Amanda’s aching breasts, lightly
stroking her nipples with her thumbs. Amanda gasped, her chest thrusting
out at the lovely brunette.

"No fair!" she heard Britney whine. Turning her head, Amanda saw her
standing without a stitch of clothing. Her eyes widened as she drank in
the perfect lines of her new friend’s body. How she ached to run hers
hands over that smooth skin.

As if reading her thoughts, Britney moved up to Amanda and gently
kissed her on the lips. The world exploded in Amanda’s head as those
warm lips hungrily pressed against hers. Her mouth opened to accept
Britney’s tongue, their breathing becoming slightly labored as they
kissed. Meanwhile, Love had slipped around behind Amanda, pressing her
suddenly naked body against Amanda’s back. Her hands moved around the
side of her body, renewing their torture of Amanda’s breasts.

Amanda felt as if she were floating on a cloud of pleasure, these two
gorgeous women of her dreams taking complete advantage of her. It was
time she fought back. Her hands drifted up to find Britney’s tits, her
palms brushing against their hardness. She felt Britney tighten up as
this had the desired effect. She pinched the nipples between her
fingers, causing a catch in Britney’s breath. She opened her eyes to see
Britney’s eyes closed, her head thrown back in pleasure. Amanda grinned
and was about to continue on her when she felt Love’s hands leave her
breasts. Wondering what she was up to; she stopped her torture for a
second.

Britney’s eyes opened and she uttered, "Now you’re in trouble,
sweetie." It was at that second that Love hooked her thumbs into
Amanda’s panties and yanked them down around her ankles. She slowly slid
her hands back up Amanda’s legs, kissing the back of her legs. Amanda
felt as if her legs were about to give out, but Britney held her up,
kissing her deeply. Amanda fought to stay above water mentally as she
was assaulted on two fronts.

Love’s hands worked their way past her thighs, sliding between her
legs. A low animal moan emanated from Amanda as her fingers slipped
inside her mons. Love continued to kiss her legs, moving up to Amanda’s
ass. Meanwhile, Britney had pulled her mouth away from Amanda’s and was
trailing kisses down to her chest. Her tongue lashed the curves and
flicked at the nipples, which now ached almost painfully. Her lips
latched around them, suckling and pulling on the sensitive skin. Amanda
threw her head back and drug her fingers into Britney’s hair. She wasn’t
sure how much longer she could hold out.

Love plunged her fingers deep inside Amanda’s wetness, find and rubbing
furiously at her clitoris. Amanda could stand no more. Between the two
stimulus, she surged over the edge, her body shaking with a monstrous
orgasm. But instead of stopping their activities, Love and Britney
continued their assault, doubling their pace. Amazingly, Amanda felt
herself quickly surging to the brink of another orgasm. She’d never felt
such animal passion from anyone as she did these two women. Britney
quickly sank to her knees and brought her face up to replace Love’s
fingers. Amanda’s head snapped back as that talented tongue lashed out,
hitting all the right spots. She was just about to plunge into another
abyss when she felt something rubbing against her ass. Love had taken
the fingers she’d had inside of Amanda and started to slip them into
Amanda’s rear. The scream of arousal nearly ripped from Amanda’s throat
as they pushed her to yet another orgasm.

Her breathing labored, sweat dripping from her forehead and chest, she
finally pulled away from the two. "God, no more. I don’t know how much
more I can take!" she whimpered. Love chuckled behind her and Britney
stood up in front of her, juices on her chin. "We haven’t even begun
with you," she said. The two of them nearly threw her onto the bed,
which Amanda discovered was a huge waterbed. Love crawled over Amanda
and latched her lips onto hers, stealing her breath from her. Britney
moved behind Love and pressed her mouth against Love’s pussy. Love’s
back arched and her eyes closed with the sudden assault. Amanda took
advantage of this, and sucked on one of Love’s famous breasts while she
pinched the other nipple. Love’s breathing quickly picked up, her voice
climbing through a series of loud moans. Almost instantly, she bellowed,
her first orgasm powering through her.

As she settled back down, she whispered in Amanda’s ear, "Now it’s HER
turn." With that, the two of them rolled Britney over on her back, their
lips attacking the blonde’s toned body. Tongues and kisses were
everywhere at once. Britney could barely keep track of their movements,
so lightning quick and erotic they were. Both Love and Amanda took turns
kissing her deeply, while the other would distract her elsewhere. Then,
as if in mutual agreement, both of their mouths fell between Britney’s
legs, both tongues fighting to bury themselves deep inside of the
birthday girl. They settled on a rhythm, as Amanda would lash her clit
and Love would lick and kiss the lips of her vagina. It didn’t take long
before she too launched herself into her orgasm.

They positioned themselves so that they formed a triangle, with each of
them staring at another’s vagina. Quickly and passionately, they
attacked each other, causing moans and yells to permeate the room. They
each shook through orgasm as one would compete with another to drive the
other to that rewarding state of bliss as fast as possible.

After what seemed hours, they lay in each other’s arms, spent. They
kissed and cuddled; sharing in the pleasure each had given to the other.
From the wall behind the bed, they heard a woman’s voice groaning in
orgasmic pleasure repeatedly. Amanda’s eyes widened.

"Who the hell is THAT?" she asked.

Britney laughed. "That’s Shania, being thoroughly satisfied by your
friend Will. We told you we had a surprise for him too."

Yet another ear splitting yell came through the wall. "My God, what’s
he doing to her? I mean, he’s good, but that sounds unreal."

Love blushed. "Well, one thing I’ve found out in the past is that
Shania is VERY orgasmic, and vocal to boot."

Amanda stared at Love. "You’d had sex with her before?"

"Yep, how do you think I convinced her to take on Will? She owes me,
plus she told me she finds your friend very handsome as well."

"Well, trust me, one thing I do know about Will, he’ll keep going on
her until she passes out."

Britney’s eyes widened this time. "Really? Maybe we’ll have to try him
for ourselves, Love."

Amanda chuckled and kissed both of them. "Include Shania in here for
me, and you both have a deal!" There laughter bounced off the walls. The
night was just beginning. But that’s a story for another time.

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