Beyonce was away from home in LA filming for the new movie she had landed herself. She was just beginning to realise there was more to life. Well of course, she had had one hell of a life, travelling the world and all that money and fame. But it was at a price – that being relationships. She was sick of not having a boyfriend and yearned for it now – at least she thought she did.
On the first day she was shy. Not loud as she may be expected to be. She had never been loud. When the cameras were rolling or she was on stage, it was a different story, but otherwise she was a very quiet person – just took it all in.
She’d already met the producer and the director of course, but not any of the other actors of staff on the set. First person she met was Laura, her make up artist. Laura was just like a hairdresser – could not stop talking. Asked lots of questions but never listened to an answer – just standard talk. First thing Laura said to Beyonce was, “OOH I DO LOVE YOUR STUFF, BOOTYLICIOUS, THAT WAS SOOO GOOD” blagh blagh blagh blagh. Beyonce had heard this so many times and was sick of it.
She then went through all the introductions. Her co-star was a man called Steven Goldsmith. He was a very famous actor and had done numerous films. He seemed nice enough, but like most Hollywood men, was more interested in himself in the mirror.
The next person she met was a girl called Carrie. The first thing that struck her about Carrie was her hair. It was red, and all pinned up, but in a messy kind of way. It looked pretty funky though. She had multi coloured clips in her hair – like what kids would wear. Harry, the director on the set, took Beyonce over to Carrie, “BEYONCE, THIS IS CARRIE. SHE’LL BASICALLY BE WORKING ON YOUR WARDROBE, POSSIBLY WITH YOUR HAIR AS WELL, OR WIGS SHOULD I SAY, WELL WE HAVEN’T DECIDED YET, BUT ANYWAY. I’LL LEAVE YOU WITH HER NOW, COS YA NEED YOUR FIRST OUTFIT SORTIN OUT”.
Carrie gave Beyonce a smile and said, “HI”. She had a really pretty smile. “WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR STUCK WITH ME FOR THE NEXT FEW WEEKS DRESSING AND UNDRESSING YOU EH!”. Carrie giggled and Beyonce laughed back.
“SORRY, YOU’LL HAVE TO BEAR WITH ME, I’M A BIT HYPERACTIVE, TOO MANY E NUMEBRS YA KNOW”.
Beyonce still hadn’t said a word to Carrie. She found herself mesmerised by her. She seemed so bouncy and full of life.
Carrie grabbed Beyonce by her wrist and led her to her dressing room. “WELL THIS IS IT” Carrie said. In the room were racks and racks of clothes, wigs and shoes. There was bits of material, sewing stuff, scissors all over the place.
“I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SUCH A MESS. I WORK BETTER IN A MESS – ORGANISED CHAOS YA KNOW”.
“THAT’S FINE, DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT” Beyonce replied with a sympathetic smile.
“I WILL TIDY IT UP I PROMISE. HARRY WILL KILL ME IF HE SEES IT LIKE THIS”
“YOU’VE WORKED WITH HIM BEFORE HAVE YOU”
“YEAH, ONCE. I DID HIS HEAD IN. HE TOLD ME THAT HE HAD NEVER MET AN ADULT SO HYPERACTIVE AND THAT HE WOULD NEVER WORK WITH ME AGAIN – GUESS HE WAS JOKIN” Carrie laughed.
Carrie began to tidy up the room and Beyonce watched her. “DO YOU WANT ME TO HELP YOU CARRIE?”.
“NO IT’S FINE, AT LEAST I’LL KNOW WHERE EVERYTHIN IS IF I DO IT – IT IS ORGANISED – PROMISE”.
As she tidied the girls talked. Beyonce was intrigued by Carrie and asked lots of questions.
Carrie was 24 years old from New York, although she had travelled and lived all over the world. She basically went where she felt like going. She had been living in LA for the last year and a half and had worked on several film sets and music videos.
The first costume Beyonce had to wear was a black cat suit. Beyonce cringed when Carrie showed her the suit. Carrie noticed and said, “I’M NOT BREAKING YOU IN GENTLY AM I? I’M SORRY, BUT THE FIRST SCENE YOU’RE DOING NEEDS THIS SUIT”.
“NO THAT’S FINE, ALTHOUGH I DON’T KNOW IF I’LL FIT IN THAT”.
“YOU WILL, YOU’VE GOT THE PERFECT FIGURE FOR IT. BESIDES I GOT ALL YOU MEASUREMENTS BEORE I MADE THIS STUFF. IT WILL FIT, IT’LL JUST BE A TIGHT FIT – BUT THEN THAT’S THE IDEA”
Beyonce took off her clothes down to her white lacy thong. She had a beautiful body that Carrie secretly admired from the other side of the room, pretending to fiddle with the cat suit. Beyonce had beautiful golden skin, curved hips and full breasts. Beyonce felt a little self conscious. She wanted to impress Carrie, but Carrie didn’t seem to notice.
“I’M READY, I THINK, TO TRY AND GET INTO THAT THING. YA KNOW I’M NOT SO CONVINCED THAT I’LL GET INTO THIS”.
“DON’T WORRY, I’VE GOT SOME GREASE BACK THERE, IF THE WORSE COMES TO THE WORSE”.
Beyonce looked at Carrie in horror. “RELAX, I WAS KIDDING” Carrie said laughing, “IT’LL FIT”.
Carrie looked down at the thong and then back into Beyonce’s eyes. Beyonce looked worried like she’d done something wrong.
Carrie grimaced. “I DON’T MEAN TO BE AWKWARD, BUT IT WOULD BE EASIER IF YOU TOOK THEM OFF TOO. IT’S JUST THAT THEY’LL SHOW THROUGH THIS – IT’S NOT VERY THICK MATERIAL.” Carrie couldn’t believe what she was asking this woman to do seeing as she’d only known her for half an hour. Carrie was right though, she did need to take them off, but secretly, Carrie was pleased that she needed to take them off.
Beyonce shrugged it off as though it was nothing, “OH THAT’S FINE, I’M NOT SHY”. That couldn’t have been further from the truth. She was shy, she’d always been shy, and for some reason, she was really shy in front of Carrie. For some reason she wanted Carrie to be impressed by her, to approve of her.
Carrie was about the same height as Beyonce with beautiful white skin. It was like a china doll’s, with red cheeks. She had red hair. Not bright red, but a copper red colour, which was short. She had big blue eyes and full red lips. She was very pretty. She was very slim as well. Skinnier than Beyonce, but naturally thin. She had nicely sized breasts and a small waist. She seemed perfect to Beyonce. But more than anything, it was her personality. She seemed so happy with life.
She got into the cat suit eventually. Carrie’s hands had been all over the place, but she liked that
Over the next few weeks the two women saw a lot of each other and got to know each other very well. Beyonce developed feelings for Carrie that she could not understand. It was like a crush when you’re sixteen. She wanted to see her all the time. If her phone went she hoped it was her – she just couldn’t get her out of her head.
Beyonce was intrigued by Carrie and had asked her lots of personal stuff. She had also told her a lot of personal stuff that she did not tell anyone, even her family back home. She felt comfortable with her.
One night Carrie went back to Beyonce’s apartment for a take away. Beyonce had heard all about Carrie’s past boyfriends – the good ones the bad ones – Carrie had had a hard time with one of them. She was just normal. Beyonce had been dying to ask Carrie something for ages but was worried that if she asked it, Carrie would be scared off. But then she knew she wouldn’t. Carrie was far too cool and laid back. She’d probably just laugh it off – or so Beyonce hoped. Beyonce took the plunge ‘”HAVE YOU EVER…”. Beyonce stopped and looked worried.
“HAVE I EVER WHAT?”.
Beyonce looked down and then looked Carrie deep in her eyes, again looking worried.
“JUST ASK ME. IT CAN’T BE THAT BAD. AND IF IT IS THEN I’LL JUST NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN”. Carrie laughed, “HEY, I’M KIDDING, JUST ASK ME”.
“WELL, I WAS JUST ASKING, OUT OF INTEREST, WELL I WAS JUST WANDERING… HAVE YOU EVER BEEN WITH A… WOMAN?”.
Carrie just looked straight at Beyonce, into her eyes. Beyonce couldn’t read Carrie’s face this time. She didn’t know what kind of reaction she was going to get. Beyonce couldn’t hold the stare anymore and looked down with her eyes.
Carrie was thinking. All she could think to do at that moment was take a huge risk. But of course that could loose her her job. But it was probably worth the risk. Another job would come along, this opportunity almost probably wouldn’t crop up again.
Carrie lifted her hand and gently touched the side of Beyonce’s face with the back of her hand. Beyonce immediately looked up at Carrie, and saw her lean in towards her. Carrie softly kissed Beyonce on the lips. Beyonce closed her eyes and Carrie, still against Beyonce’s lips, whispered, “WHAT DO YOU THINK?”.
Carrie then kissed Beyonce full on the lips this time letting her tongue enter and explore Beyonce’s mouth. Beyonce did the same. The two women shared deep and long kiss. Beyonce couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d took such a risk, but Carrie had took a bigger one.
They were both engrossed. Carrie let her hand fall onto Beyonce’s toned, beautiful thigh and squeezed it hard. Beyonce’s hands were resting on Carrie’s waist. Beyonce let one of her hands slip under Carrie’s top and felt Carrie’s soft skin. It was so soft.
Carrie pulled away and looked into Beyonce’s beautiful big brown eyes.
“WHAT YOU STOPPED FOR?” Beyonce asked, worried that this was going to stop.
“I JUST, WELL I JUST WANNA MAKE SURE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING. I DON’T MEAN TO BE PATRONISING, BUT WE’VE GOT TO WORK TOGETHER STILL, YA KNOW?”
Beyonce smiled back at Carrie. All she could think about was how turned on she was a this minute, and could think of nothing more she wanted than having this woman all over her right this minute.
“COURSE I’M SURE, I’VE THOUGHT OF NOTHING ELSE FOR AGES NOW”.
A cheeky grin appeared on Carrie’s face and she replied, “WELL THAT’S ALRIGHT THEN”.
Carrie moved in again and they began kissing again, harder and deeper. Carrie stood up and looked down on the beauty. “COME ON”. Carrie signalled for Beyonce to stand up. Beyonce didn’t question and just did as Carrie said. She’d do anything she wanted right now if she asked.
Carrie took hold of Beyonce’s wrist and led her into the bedroom. Carrie was surprised to see such as huge bed, and secretly smiled to herself thinking about the fun they’d have on it.
She positioned Beyonce so her back was to the bed. She then held Beyonce’s hands and kissed her again. Carrie took hold of the vest top Beyonce was wearing and lifted it over her head leaving Beyonce topless. Carrie kissed Beyonce on the lips and then leant down and kissed her left breast. Carrie then fell to her knees and held back of Beyonce’s knees. Carrie let her nails gently run up and down the backs of Beyonce’s legs. Beyonce was tingling all over and couldn’t wait for the next thing this wonderful woman would do. Carrie felt her way up Beyonce’s thighs and up her skirt. Carrie then took hold of her skirt and pulled it down leaving Beyonce in just a black lacy thong. Carrie gently kissed Her way up Beyonce’s body until she reached her belly button ring. She licked the ring several times and then with the tip of her tongue, licked up the centre of Beyonce’s stomach until she reached her breasts. Carrie took Beyonce’s right nipple in her mouth and gently bit on it. Beyonce let out a small sound, a sound of pleasure. Beyonce felt herself getting wet. She’d never experienced this kind of pleasure before.
Carrie pulled away and stood up. She looked at Beyonce in her eyes and smiled. It was a beautiful smile. Beyonce wanted to tell Carrie how much she was loving this, but thought it would sound stupid. She thought she should respond, but was frightened she wouldn’t know what to do. She went for it anyway and reached for Carrie’s jeans. Carrie pushed Beyonce’s hands away and kissed Beyonce hard again.
Beyonce was confused. Carrie pulled away and looked at her. She whispered, “NO, LET ME. THIS IS FOR YOU. IT’S ALL ABOUT YOU. LET ME SHOW YOU”.
This was fine by Beyonce. She was relieved in a way.
Carrie pushed Beyonce onto bed and climbed so she was directly over her. She licked her way down to the top of Beyonce’s thong and took the tops of them between her teeth. she peeled the thong off Beyonce using only her teeth. Beyonce was impressed.
Carrie felt powerful now. She had a completely vulnerable, naked megastar underneath her, gaggin for everything she could give her.
Beyonce looked up to see where Carrie had gone. She couldn’t feel her anymore. As she looked up she saw Carrie coming towards her. They kissed again long and hard, but this time Carrie’s hands did a lot more roaming. Carrie took Beyonce’s right breast in her hand and caressed it softly at first, but then harder and harder. She then let her hand move down to Beyonce’s pussy and let her fingers roam. She slid her fingers between Beyonce’s lips and felt the moist warmth. She rubbed her fingers up and down, gently at first and then harder and harder. As she did this Carrie moved her head down to Beyonce’s breasts. She took her nipples in her mouth and licked, sucked and bit until Beyonce’s nipples were hard and red raw.
Beyonce didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or scream. All she knew was that she had never experienced anything like this before. She could feel herself wanting to explode, but she had to calm herself down. She wanted to enjoy as much of Carrie as she could.
Carrie continued to attack Beyonce’s breasts, but let her fingers explore more. Carrie inserted a finger into Beyonce’s hot, wet pussy. She heard a little moan from her lover. A moan of approval. She inserted another and then another, testing to see how far she could take this. With three fingers inside Beyonce, she pushed them in and out, in and out. She let her eyes meet Beyonce’s again. She watched her lovers face. She wanted to see her enjoying what she was doing to her.
Beyonce stared back, smiling at Carrie. Carrie continued ramming her fingers into Beyonce. Beyonce was dripping. Carrie let her thumb rub against Beyonce’s clit. She could see Beyonce was going to orgasm. She wanted her to. She wanted to show her that it could happen more than once. She rubbed and rubbed. Beyonce’s eyes closed, her mouth opened. She stared breathing heavily. Carrie knew it was close. Just as Beyonce started to cum, Carrie kissed her deep and stopped her crying out. She continued to kiss her until it was finished.
As Beyonce calmed down, she opened her eyes and looked at this wonderful woman she had found. “YOU ALRIGHT?” Carrie asked her.
“YEAH, GREAT”
“GOOD, WELL I’LL CARRY ON THEN” Carrie smiled at Beyonce and started kissing her again. She let her wet hand continue to slowly move in and out of Beyonce again. This time she wanted to push it further. She let a fourth finger enter, watching Beyonce the whole time. Beyonce still looked as though she was enjoying herself so Carrie took a risk and rammed her whole fist into her. As she did Beyonce let out a cry. Carrie looked her and whispered, “DOES THAT HURT?”
“YES”, Beyonce whispered back
“DO YOU WANT ME TO STOP”
“NO” Beyonce smiled.
Carrie continued fistin her beauty until she came again. Beyonce lay there on the bed, breathing heavily, paralysed. Carrie continued to kiss and lick her fine body. She kissed her all the way down to her wet pussy. Carrie then let her tongue explore Beyonce’s pussy. She slipped her tongue between her lips and lapped up her juices.
Beyonce couldn’t believe that Carrie was still going. A she felt like she should be giving something back, but she was enjoying it too much.
As Carrie moved her tongue in and out of Beyonce, she let her hands caress Beyonce’s breasts. It wasn’t long before Beyonce came again.
Beyonce lay there and Carrie came up to meet her lover. She lay beside her and looked at her. Beyonce leant up and leaned in to kiss Carrie.
“YOU DON’T HAVE TO RETURN THE FAVOUR YA KNOW” Carrie said smiling at Beyonce
“BUT..”
“LEAVE THAT TILL NEXT TIME… IF THERE IS A NEXT TIME OF COURSE”
Beyonce smiled. They lay there for a while, just touching each other slightly.
Beyonce looked at Carrie puzzled and said, “HOW COME I’M THE ONLY ONE BUTT NAKED HERE?”
“WHAT CAN I SAY, I’M GOOD. BUT SEROUSLY, WHO’S THE ONE WHO’S HAD THREE ORGASMS.”
“TRUE. LIKE YOU SAY THERE’S ALWAYS NEXT TIME. HOWEVER, I STILL THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF. I MEAN IF YOU’RE GONNA STOP THE NIGHT..”
“OH, SO I’M STOPPING AM I”
“WELL I THINK IT’S ONLY FAIR I SEE YOU NAKED. YOU SEE ME NAKED NEARLY EVERY DAY”
“I KNOW, GOOD INNIT?”
“JUST GET YOUR KIT OFF”.
The next morning Beyonce woke first. She watched Carrie sleep. Beyonce thought she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, even more beautiful naked. She hoped this carried on for a long long time.