Away for the weekend. Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Connelly.
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What celebrities always hated the most about their relationships were
break ups, and the way that their personal heartbreaks were always
splashed around in the tabloid press. All the heartaches that the
general population felt during their separations were also felt by the
film stars, models, singers’ etc… during their break ups. But this
would always be compounded by the fact that most people didn’t have to
have their problems rammed into their face everywhere they looked.
People magazine, The National Enquirer, and the weekly press seemed to
advertise it all like it was anyone’s business. The truth was that
people in the spotlight had the same emotions: fears, hurts,
insecurities, joys, laughs, lusts, loves, angers and excitements as
Angelina Jolie was really feeling the pinch at the moment. Her career
had just hit the stratosphere, with a collection of box office hits
topped off with the Academy Award she’d received in March. She could
command a large fee, whilst keeping her artistic wishes alive if she
wanted to. The world was her oyster, and she wanted to make the most of
it. But she was also experiencing the down side of it all, and now more
than ever. Nobody had taken her relationship and consequent marriage to
Billy-Bob Thornton seriously, but to her it had been the real deal. She
had really loved the man, and had ignored his past track record with
marriages enough to move headlong into a wedding with him. Also, she
had to suffer through the same old press that she always been dogged
by, that she was a ‘wild-child’, satanic and prone to benders where
she’d do anything. She admitted at first that such press helped
establish her career, and she did like to party, hard, but it was all
getting a bit too much.
Now that her marriage to Billy-Bob had failed, she felt that she was the
butt of every joke. Everyone was saying ‘I told you so…etc…’. All
the magazines were hard at it, and sparing none of the ‘juicy details’.
It was airing all of their dirty laundry. Yes, it hadn’t been her
fault, and yes, Billy-Bob had been sleeping around on her. That was
something she would never forgive from anyone, past and present
relationships included. She was the gossip on everyone’s lips and on
every front-page. It was getting too much and Angelina was feeling low,
betrayed, depressed and just needed to escape.
What she needed to do was to get away for the weekend. Escape from it
all. She felt like a woman scorned, and she wanted to act like one, go
out and get away from it all, and go wild and enjoy herself if she
could. If she had such a reputation, she may as well live up to it.
What she wanted to do was enjoy those road trips she used to do with
friends. Go away in a car, forget about worries and simply get pissed,
sun-bake and have fun. She used to go in big groups, ten or so, but
she’d always enjoyed it most when she’d just gone with one of her best
friends. Jennifer Connelly had always been her best companion. She was
a fair bit older than her, six years, but because of that she’d always
been there to help her avoid the pitfalls, and shabby deals they could
encounter. She was a bit more experienced than her, and would look
after her. But she also knew how to have fun, and how to really party
when the time called for it. Finally, Jennifer was also Angelina’s only
actress friend, and knew about the spotlight and it’s associated
problems and pit-falls.
Angelina called up her friend and explained the situation. Jennifer was
more than happy to help. “What, like old times?, the whole bit and all,
lounging around, drinks?”. Jennifer asked. “Yep, I just want to get
away. Lets get drunk on cheap cocktails, sit around the pool and do
nothing. Down to Mexico, just to go wild. Any place but here”, Angelina
replied, referring to downtown Los Angeles. “You’ve been complaining
about having no relationship, look what my man did to me, the little
shit, lets just forget about it all. Just like old times, just that
we’ve got a bit more money this time around. Perve at men for a change,
have a bit of fun. Fuck it, why not? I’ve really had it up to here, you
know what I mean?”
With that they were off. Jumping into Angelina’s sporty convertible and
down south via the freeway. They’d stocked up on alcohol, and joked
that they were going to out do old Hunter S’s escapades, and both
laughed, knowing nothing of the sort was probably going to happen. The
stereo was up loud, and for a while Angelina forgot her worries
When they were over the border, they decided to avoid the tourist traps
and big plush resorts, and just find an old canteen on the beachfront.
This way no one would know who they were, as who would expect to see
both Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Connelly getting plastered together in
a run down bar. Anyone who saw them would think they were seeing things
and be looking at two twenty something American women enjoying
themselves, just like anyone else. By ten that evening, they were
utterly soused on tequila slammers and taking the piss out of Bill-Bob
and his sort. Jennifer was taking good care of her friend making sure
that they laughed at all of the remembrances, and that Angelina didn’t
start drifting into depression. “Another round”, they ordered.
By twelve they’d bottomed out, and both stumbled into their beds at a
local small motel completely fucked. The next morning they awoke to sun
streaming through their window, both suffering from the worst hangover.
Jennifer had managed to slightly compose her self, but Angelina just
made a mad dive for the bathroom where loud spewing sounds could be
heard. Jennifer just lost control and laughed at her friend. “You’re
just like a fresher at college, NO control and can’t keep it in. I
thought you’d be a bit better trained by now, but obviously not”.
Angelina emerged from the door looking very bedraggled, but with a grin.
“Fuck off, I’ve seen you worse!”. With that they decided to spend the
rest of the day down at the beach, recovering with water and sunbaking.
With both decided to go skimpy, and with their sexy frames filled their
one-piece suits nicely. With Angelina’s long tanned legs, Jennifer’s
gorgeous breasts, they made quite a site. The local buffed boys
whistled in their direction and they both decided to tease. Jennifer
struck a classic pose: lying on her back, hoisted in her arms, so that
her tits were thrust upwards. Though the suit hid some of the rounded
contours of her breasts, her nipples were clearly noticeable through
the thin fabric. Feigning being cold, she sat up and wrapped her arms
around her, pretending to rub herself warm, the consequences of course
being that it enhanced her cleavage, so that she had a deep valley
formed between her now very prominent tits. She pretended not to
notice, but was happy to see that local boy’s jaws had dropped.
Angelina decided to be a bit more daring. She lay on her stomach,
perched on her elbows. Already she noticed that the boys were checking
out her tight arse. She pretended to stretch from a yawn, and flexed
her entire body. Quite noticeably, Angelina’s but muscles became
taunter, and seemed unbelievably tight. Angelina chucked to herself,
and then decided to really tease. With her hands she started pulling
down, quite slowly, the top half of her suit. As the rounded globes of
her tits began to become uncovered, she lay down, so as to cover them
from view. Angelina decided that would be enough. Jennifer looked over
and sniggered at her buddy. She lent over and cheekily said “here,
Angie, you look a bit uncomfortable there, can I help you?” Angelina
hadn’t expected her friend to do or say anything, but quizzically said
yes, unsure of what she had in mind. Jennifer leaned over and grasped
the top of Angelina’s suit, and proceeded to pull it further. As more
and more of Angelina’s tanned back became exposed, she became unsure of
where Jennifer was going to stop. She could feel the burning stares of
the boys, as more and more of her luscious body was unveiled. Soon the
suit was far enough off, that it had reached the top of her backside.
Angelina stared at Jennifer, unsure of what was going to happen next.
Jennifer looked for confirmation to proceed. Angelina made a snap
decision, that, shit, why hide herself now, when her body was free and
easy to be seen in any multitude of movies she had made. Angelina
nodded yes, and with that raised her hips, so that, ever so slowly,
inch by inch of her butt was exposed. Soon Angelina lay in plain view,
without a stitch of clothing, the rounded sides of her tits just barely
exposed, but spread and crushed flat, by her laying down on them. She
enjoyed the sensation of the rough beach towel on her nipples, barely,
but just noticeably, rubbing against them. Her arse though, was fully
exposed, and noticeably less tanned than the rest of her. Angelina
wiggled it a little.
Jennifer couldn’t help but milk the situation for all the camp value it
was worth. She knew what the boys would be thinking. “Poor darling,
you’re so pale, if you don’t watch yourself you’ll be burnt in a matter
of minutes,” expressing mock concern. “I really must help you”. She
lent over and got some creamy sunscreen lotion, dabbed a sizeable
amount onto her palms and exclaimed “So, are we ready”? Angelina
glanced with feigned sincerity and yelped “Oh, yeeesss pleeeze”! As
soon as Jennifer’s hand even touched her friend’s back, an audible
groan was heard from one of the boys. Angelina glanced across, just in
time to see them all quickly turn around, pretending not to notice the
display that was happening.
Jennifer started slowly massaging the cream into Angelina’s back,
running her slippery hand over the smooth contours of her flesh,
delighting in the fact that her friend was probably enjoying putting on
a show, and enjoying the massage. Angelina’s flesh creased and smoothed
under her friends’ touch. As the rub turned into a full-on massage,
Jennifer’s touch seemed warm and slick on her smooth flesh, and she
responded with an audible sigh of real pleasure. Jennifer figures made
circular motions into the flesh, squeezing and releasing skin
simultaneously, slowly working down the dip in Angelina’s back, slowly
working down towards her hips. The sensations transmitted through
Angelina’s delicate and sensitive skin were wonderful, and made her
feel terribly relaxed, if not even a little stimulated.
When Jennifer’s hands were just above Angelina’s butt, she paused, and
with her thumbs on either side of the ridge in the back, she made small
figure eight movements with thumbs, skin moving lick a ripple around
her back. Jennifer looked at Angelina’s face, and could clearly see
that she was enjoying herself. Jennifer hesitated about whether she
should move further. She whispered quietly and with uncertainty, “Um,
Angie, do you want me to continue”? Angelina’s eyes open wide,
realising this was a move with, at least, even vaguely sexual
connotations. Quickly this had moved from a situation that was of
sexual mocking, into just downright sexual, no matter how minor it was.
They both looked into each other’s eyes, realising there was suddenly a
sensation of legitimate arousal in the air. Angelina speechlessly
She winced at the first touch that Jennifer made with her palms on her
arsecheeks… it felt like electricity. Slowly, and greasily, Jennifer
started cupping Angelina’s flesh, and squeezing it between her fingers.
Angelina couldn’t believe the delight she was getting having her friend
touch her in this way. Jennifer’s figure nails scratched lightly
against her, causing the first legitimate sense of sexual arousal for
Angelina. It felt like an electric sensation had been made between her
friend’s fingers and her crotch, and she responded unconsciously by
raising her hips a little in the air. She felt giddy. This wasn’t the
first time that Angelina had responded sexually to the touch of another
female, since it was fairly common knowledge that Angelina had
bi-sexual tendencies, but she’d never had any feelings that way for
Jennifer, one of her oldest pals.
Jennifer was terribly uncertain herself, this was definitely completely
new territory for herself. She’d always been one for males, but the
feels of her own friends skin under her figures made her feel nervous,
and definitely sensual. She looked down at Angelina’s face, and made
contact with her eye’s. Both knew that a sensation and connection of
some sort was passing between them. Jennifer froze in this realisation
and stopped massaging, too afraid almost to continue. Angelina simply
just continued looking, as if urging her to touch her. For Angelina
sensations were growing in her crotch, with her cunt slowly becoming
moist and twitching with slight rhythmic contractions. For her she
decided she could separate her self from what was happening by deciding
that as close friend they could share this brief moment of sensual
sensation without problems or guilt.
For Jennifer Connelly, she couldn’t do this, the sensations she felt
were a little too unsettling and weird. She lifted her hands off
Angelina Jolie’s butt and looking at down at her face nodded no, as if
trying to explain that she didn’t know why, but she just couldn’t do
this. Angelina felt that she’d been cut off from a sexual urge that was
growing inside her, but could also understand her friend’s
Unsure how to act, a little whisper emerged from Jennifer’s mouth, “Um,
I’ll just wait over here for you”, as she motioned towards a tree. With
that she got up and walked over, glancing down all the way. She was
mightily uncertain about what just happened, had she just fucked up a
friendship, or did it mean more?
Angelina was stunned over what just occurred, she was prepared for more,
and felt that at the moment when, at least for her, sexual stimulation
was growing, she’d suddenly been denied contact. She felt REALLY horny
and quite simply, very wet. Already she knew that a creamy white film
of sticky juice was forming between her legs. Though she understood
where her friend was coming from, and she’d never push a situation like
this, her friendship meant more to her than simply lust and fucking.
But she needed some sort of release. Angelina wrapped the towel around
her and stood up, her breasts squeezed tightly against the fabric,
spilling slightly from the top of the towel. She collected her items,
and motioned with her head to Jennifer towards a public toilet that was
just a few meters away. She assumed that Jennifer would just think that
she was getting changed.
As she entered the public toilets, Angelina was hit by the foul stale
smell of urine, and she briefly thought about doing an about face.
However, with this build up of sexual tension she was feeling (and she
could feel warm oily liquid slightly dripping from her cunt down her
thigh), she needed sexual release, and she needed it NOW. She walked
over to a cubicle, and made sure it was tightly locked behind her. She
was unsure weather it was that she simply needed any sexual contact
since Billy-Bob left her, or that she’d realised some sort of
attraction towards her best friend, but Angelina Jolie was exceedingly
horny. She’d seen Jennifer naked before, simply through getting changed
in the same room together, but now her imagination was filled with the
vision of Jennifer standing naked and upright before her, prostrate and
willing to share her body.
Outside Jennifer Connelly was tense and feeling uncomfortable from the
glazes she was getting from the boys, whom had witnessed the entire
situation. What the FUCK had just happened there between her and Angie?
She’d never had bi-sexual tendencies, and was pretty sure she never
would. For her she had no problem with same sex tendencies, especially
with how open her friends (both male and female) acted about there
tendencies around her. It was simply that if presented with a red erect
penis or an open, wet vagina, it was the erect dick that made her horny
and wet, and not the other. Just how she’d react to when Angelina came
out from getting changed, she didn’t know? She was simply unsure of a
great deal of stuff at the moment.
Inside the cubicle Angelina Jolie simply sat on the toilet, naked, with
her legs spread, and with an earthy female scent filling the air. She
felt very aroused and if she couldn’t get contact from Jen, she could
please herself. Angelina was not sexually inhibited, and was good at
touching herself in this way. An image of Jennifer standing on all
fours with her lying beneath her now filled her mind. Jennifer’s large
beautiful breasts gently swayed before her eyes. Jennifer raised one
arm, grasped a breasts tightly (it’s flesh oozing between her fingers),
and offered it to Angelina to suck.
With this vision, Angelina’s hand slid inward over her rounded hip and
tight belly, heading relentlessly towards her pouty, sticky outer lips
of her cunt. She cupped her mons and felt the soft bulge and the curls
of hair tickle her palm. She forcefully pressed her entire palm against
her crotch, the pressure it was creating feeling wonderful, and
creating a push against her clit, which felt so aroused it was if it
was separate from the rest of her body. She continually pressed her
palm back into her snatch, over and over again, and time creating a new
sensation. After a minute she slowed down. Her left hand wandered up to
her right breast. She squeezed, imagining it was Jennifer’s breasts,
and took hold of the nipple, roughly rolling it between her fingers.
She winced with the pain it caused, and sensations it created in her
With her right hand she lightly traced the length of her slightly open
slit with her fingers. Soon they turned into firmer intense strokes, as
her fingers slowly penetrated through the warm oily lips. To this her
body shivered, despite how warm she was. With hand in place, she took
her middle finger and pressed it heavily against the inner folds of her
crotch, her knuckle against her clit. With her fingers on each side,
they kept her outer lips open and exposed to the warm air around her.
She then started rubbing her hand up and down, stimulating her entire
slit, including her clitoris. To this her other hand lifted her breast
up to her mouth. Angelina was now lightly grating her teeth against
Jen’s nipple, occasionally bighting hard so that it squeezed down flat,
with her tongue tickling it. She continued this for around five
minutes, squeaks emanating from her mouth, lost in imagination and
Outside Jennifer stopped worrying about the situation, and simply
started wondering about what was taking her friend so long to get
changed? She hoped she hadn’t upset her, and that she wasn’t holed up
inside consoling herself (not that she could imagine Angelina Jolie
doing this). She decided to go in to check up on her.
By now Angelina’s both hands were centred at her crotch. Sitting on the
seat, her legs were splayed wide, exposing her cunt. One finger was
simply pressing hard on her clit, making little circular movements. She
did this roughly, making little cries each time. Her other hand was
thrusting two fingers in and out of her vagina, sliding easily in the
oily juice that it was coated in. She started buckling her hips, and
making repeated cries as the orgasm started to build. In her mind she
was now being licked by Jen, who was probing her tongue backwards and
forwards out of her cunt, in time to the actual finger-fucking that she
was giving herself. Building to a crescendo, Angelina came, buckling
her hips uncontrollably, and letting out a low guttural cry. “Are you
alright there Angie, I didn’t mean to make you upset? I mean I think it
was a weird moment for both of us”, whispered Jennifer, standing just
outside the cubicle, and very concerned, considering the noises she had
FUCK!, Angelina thought, brought back to reality in a snap, just as her
orgasm was beginning to subside. “Ummmmm, yeah, ahhhh, just having some
problems here, nothing to do with you!”. How the fuck was she gonna get
out of this one, and try to explain just what was going on? Angelina
quickly got dressed, and came running out of the cubicle looking
bedraggled. Now Jennifer was really concerned.
“You look hot and bothered, are you feeling ill”? Jennifer was really
“Um, no, just had to relieve myself, if you know what I mean”. Angelina
Jennifer had no idea what she was on about but just said “yeah, sure”,
she was used to Angie being a bit weird sometimes.
Angelina just looked into Jen’s eyes. It looked like she was going
through a major emotional crisis, while Angelina was completely
relieved. “Look I’ll explain what going on, in the mean time lets try
to relax, get pissed and just work through what happened. It seemed
Jennifer had to work out a little bit about her sexuality.