Subject: Cindy and Laetitia 1: The Christmas Present (Cindy Crawford, Laetitia Casta, FF, con, oral)
"Shall we shake on it, ladies?" asked Christine Hefner as they signed on the dotted line.
"You first," Cindy Crawford told Laetitia Casta. "I've done it before."
"Playboy" had had twins as centrefolds before such as the Collinson twins in the 1970s, but now the Rabbit planned a special issue featuring the first double-celebrity pictorial in its history. Cindy would be posing nude for the third time (several years early in a sense, as her fans had reasonably expected the next time would be when she was 42 instead of 34), and after lots of begging and money-offering, Laetitia had followed in the footsteps of Elle Macpherson and Gabrielle Reece and given in. Like Cindy, it would by no means be the first time she had appeared in her birthday suit... but this would be the first time that either woman had appeared full-frontal. No faking this time - Dominique Issermann (Laetitia got to choose the photographer) would be getting the pure 100% real article. Each woman would have her own spread, plus a layout with the two together, all shot south of the border down Mexico way (Cindy got to choose the location).
The schedule for the shoot had been planned for a day, but Issermann didn't like to rush things like this (plus she enjoyed the Mexian scenery). So it would now go for three days - the first day would be Laetitia's, day two would be Cindy's, and the two ladies would be showcased together on the third day.
Slumbering alone in her hotel bedroom that night, Laetitia was excited about tomorrow's shoot. She was hardly inhibited about her body, but this was a new thing for her. In spite of lad mags like "FHM" and firms like Victoria's Secret, doing a "Playboy" spread still had some cachet - until "Maxim" et al featured complete nudity, this would be fine. Plus, she had warmed to Cindy from the off, suggesting that the third day would be a good one. Her thoughts were sidetracked by noises coming from upstairs, causing her to sigh; unlike Cindy, who had come with her husband and son, Laetitia had no one to keep HER company in bed.
Cindy's moans and gasps were becoming more audible thorugh the ceiling, along with some surprisingly un-Middle American language. "It's always the quiet ones," Laetitia laughed to herself; though she wasn't exactly a voyeur (or whatever the equivalent for listening to sex is), she was enjoying it. Laetitia's fingers moved inexorably towards her private parts; she was amazed to find herself already moist below. She closed her eyes and let her imagination summon forth a fantasy lover as her fingers did their work.
She hoped she wouldn't be single for long - she was hardly desperate for a man, but she didn't want to spend the rest of her life alone. Fun though self-orgasm was, it was no substitute for the real thing... feeling hands stroking her, whispering her name, covering her with gentle kisses. As Laetitia approached the moment of truth, she could see Cindy's sweet face bending forward to kiss...
Laetitia shook herself and pulled her hand out. "No," she said hastily. "No. No. NO." She told herself she meant to think of someone like Vincent Perez or
Joaquin Cortes instead. Yes, that was it - Joaquin Cortes. After all, he had the same flowing dark hair, long elegant legs and tight buttocks as Cindy. And he had that little bit extra between his legs that Cindy, for all her fine qualities, lacked. Laetitia kept telling herself that all the way to dreamland...
Upstairs, Rande slept the satisfied sleep of someone enjoying a very healthy sexual relationship with his wife, even allowing for his wife being Cindy Crawford.
Cindy was trying to sleep, but she was finding it hard. She was doing her best to convince herself that she had both physically and mentally focused on licking Rande's chest - as opposed to a brief mental image of Rande's nipples being replaced by Laetitia's.
"What am I doing?" she said low enough for Rande, luckily, not to awaken.
************ "That French model may be half your age but she doesn't look twice as good," the hotel manager had confided to Cindy as they left, and she'd thanked him. She did have Laetitia's body on her mind, but it wasn't in terms of jealousy.
Cindy had dropped in unannounced on the morning shoot - "Just checking out the competition so I know which shots to sabotage," she had joked - and was observing Laetitia frolicking on the hotel lawn. As the photographer clicked away, she crouched on the grass in a foetal position for the cover shot (this issue of "Playboy" would have three covers - all foldouts showcasing each cover so the punters would have all of them anyway, but one cover would have Cindy, one Laetitia, and one both). Then she unfurled like a flower blossoming.
Cindy let out a long, low, impressed whistle at the sight of the nude French woman and felt relieved Rande wasn't there as Laetitia got down to business. As she disported herself energetically, a woman of the world one minute and an innocent girl the next, Cindy was transfixed. This girl was a top model in every sense of the word.
"Um... Henry, is it?" Cindy asked the photographer's assistant.
"Yes?" Henry replied.
"She's an amazing girl," Cindy told him. "She could have a long career ahead of her. Tell her..." She hesitated. "Tell her I'm looking forward to Friday."
"I'm sure you are," Henry thought as he watched her leave. He couldn't hate her for hiding her feelings - she hardly knew him, and besides he himself had spent years denying his fondness for both sexes.
"She was here?!" spluttered Laetitia through her lunch.
"Yes indeed," her assistant confirmed, hoping the stories about Mexican water weren't true. "She was watching for about fifteen minutes - she couldn't take her eyes off you. I know some guys like that..."
Laetitia's heart was already beating faster. She felt like Molly Ringwald in "Sixteen Candles" after finding out that the guy she loved from afar had asked about her.
Cindy had gotten used to the persistent rumours about her sexuality by now - she knew in her heart that she wasn't about to set up house with Melissa Etheridge or Christy Turlington or somebody, and she didn't see why she had to make a fuss about it - but her own feelings were coming into focus now she was working with
Laetitia. She really was looking forward to the dual shoot on Friday, but she told herself it was because she was working with one of the hottest models on the planet, and not because she wanted to know, physically, how Laetitia felt.
As she rested, Cindy tried to replace the image of a reclining Laetitia with one of her husband. You cannot imagine how relieved she was when she succeeded. *****
Cindy was reclining on the beach, enjoying the sun's rays, and completely naked. Laetitia had an arm around her shoulders, enjoying the sun's rays, and also completely naked. This would be the pullout shot (in addition to three covers, there would also be two centrefolds). They looked completely at ease, as if they thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. They both relished the warmth from the sun, and from each other.
"I don't know how you can do it," Laetitia panted as she sank into the back seat of their limo some weeks later; they had just finished a dual appearance at Tower Records in Los Angeles signing copies of their sellout issue ("Great to see Hefner getting back to REAL women like you two, and not men like Chyna!" had been one of the milder responses from fans).
"You get used to it," Cindy replied. "Great work, by the way - or have I told you too many times?"
"Oh, you can never hear that enough," Laetitia giggled. "You were good too." She gave Cindy a warm smile and squeezed her hand. Cindy returned the squeeze, holding it a bit longer than expected. She saw a coded message in the younger model's eyes, the same one she suspected Laetitia saw in hers.
"The pictures were beautiful," Laetitia said. There was no professional courtesy in her voice at all - she meant it the way Cindy's male admirers frequently meant it. "I felt..." she fell silent.
"Go on," Cindy urged.
"Oh God, why did it have to be me? And why YOU?" she begged no one in particular.
Now there was no hiding it. "You're..."
"I've been thinking about you the way I should never think about a woman, Cindy," Laetitia cried. "I... I... I was watching you the day we were together. I thought it was curiosity at first, and then when we spending more time after work together I thought it was because we were friends --"
"We ARE friends, Laetitia," Cindy assured her, with a growing feeling that she was more right than she felt.
Laetitia was silent then, coming to terms with herself. She felt as if she was about to cry, and when Cindy took her face in her hands, there were tears. "Listen to me, Laetitia Casta," Cindy said calmly. "I think you're a wonderful woman and a gorgeous woman, but I don't believe you're a lesbian any more than I am."
"Sh," Cindy interrupted. "Dreaming of killing someone doesn't make you a killer, and wanting to sleep with a woman doesn't mean you're giving up men. Trust me; some straight men have had it from gays and haven't gone leaping out of the closet afterwards, and you've had gay men having sex with women, and liking it, and being gay and happy afterwards."
"What makes you so sure?"
Cindy summoned up all her courage to tell Laetitia the next bit. "Because the night after our dual spread, I
dreamt about you." She grew misty-eyed thinking about it. "You were getting married to Howie from the Backstreet Boys-"
"I was marrying one of THEM?" Laetitia interrupted, looking disgusted.
"It was only a dream. Anyway, I interrupted when the reverend got to the bit about speaking now or forever holding your peace, and I told everyone there that you were mine, and I carried you away..."
"And what happened then?"
Cindy answered by bending forward and kissing Laetitia on the cheek. "First, that..." Then she placed a second kiss on her neck. "Then that..."
Then she kissed Laetitia on the lips, surprised at how quickly she received a return. Laetitia slipped her tongue into Cindy's mouth, and the moled one returned the compliment. Laetitia thought to herself how much healthier it was to kiss Cindy Crawford than a Backstreet Boy. Her lips were soft and welcoming, her breath fresh, and the eyes she was looking into were...
After what seemed like far longer than 30 seconds, they broke the kiss and pulled back. "I'm married..." Cindy panted.
"I'm working tonight..." Laetitia added.
"I need to see you again..."
"Maybe we can wait until the end of this promotional tour..."
Cindy nodded. "Maybe I can see you at my Christmas party."
As Laetitia replied in the affirmative, Cindy tried to keep the song "Almost Like Being In Love" out of her head.
The party was officially for the families of Cindy and Rande, but each had been allowed to invite a few close friends. As said friends were also in their respective businesses, star-struckedness was at a minimum that Christmas night.
At around ten o'clock, the Brentwood house was filled with singing, for the most part on key, as the mob stood arm in arm merrily engaging in a round robin of "Frosty the Snowman." All except those couples who had crept off to other parts of the house. Including the master bedroom.
Having tucked Presley in and kissed him goodnight, Cindy had made her way there, hoping that Laetitia had managed to find her way there as well. It was a pretty big house; easy for someone not familiar with the place to get lost. A few molecules of doubt in her head were soon erased - she knew exactly what she was doing. If this cut out all the doubt in her heart, all the better.
Laetitia had managed to find the room all right, and was wearing one of Cindy's dressing gowns when she entered. Cindy didn't know how to react when she saw how well it went with her skin.
"I hope you don't mind, Cindy," said Laetitia shyly, "but I needed something to cover my present to you."
"But you didn't buy me anything," Cindy pointed out.
Laetitia undid the gown and let it fall, revealing her nakedness. "I never said I bought anything," she answered, and beckoned to Cindy, who immediately advanced, undressing herself until she stood before the French model, nude herself.
The two women passionately kissed, each enjoying the other's heat. With an urgency Laetitia had never believed she could feel for another woman, she ran her fingers down Cindy's front, cupping her breasts and rubbing her fingers in a circle over her nipples,
relishing Cindy's sigh before continuing downwards. It was Laetitia's turn to sigh as she spread her fingers into Cindy's trimmed box and began to explore.
"Do you want me to..." Laetitia started.
"Do you want to?" Cindy asked, knowing what she wanted.
Laetitia answered by dropping to her knees and burying her face in Cindy's garden. Cindy hated to admit it, even now, but Laetitia's tongue was finding places that Rande, though a good man and a great lover, had never touched. And her fingers were touching her as if she had been given a special assignment of delighting Cindy Crawford. The room was silent apart from the murmurs of happiness from Cindy and the grunts as Laetitia feasted. Cindy arched her back with extra joy as Laetitia started to fondle her behind, pinching one buttock and slipping her fingers into the cleft as she squeezed the other.
As Laetitia bestowed a final kiss on Cindy's box, she felt her lover shaking. "What's wrong?" she asked, raising herself to begin nibbling at Cindy's navel.
"It's me..." Cindy answered, feeling Laetitia heading upwards. "Sooner or later you're going to stop...and I don't want you to." She breathed deeply, feeling the sensation of Laetitia climbing up her body, sliding over her like a living blanket. Soon the two locked lips again and subsided onto the bed in each other's arms, Cindy stroking Laetitia's back, while the latter used her legs to caress the former. Each gave the other quick, wet kisses as they explored.
Cindy took Laetitia's heavy breasts in her hands and started to play with them, looking with something like envy at the swollen nipples. "Did you really use Corsican cream on these?" she laughed as she licked them. "Sometimes I wish I had a rack like this... someone should write a song about these."
"As long as it's not the Backstreet Boys," Laetitia agreed, feeling Cindy gently sucking them. Completely lost in her passion, Cindy pressed her head into La Casta's chest and moved one of her hands downwards until she found her lover's surprisingly hairy pussy. Cindy felt an added tingle as she began to masturbate Laetitia while working on her breasts.
Laetitia started to talk dirty to Cindy, in French, while she fondled her ever faster. Neither woman noticed the door opening.
"'...Christmas by myself this year...'" bellowed a smashed-out-of-his-skull colleague of Rande's to the woman he had picked up downstairs. "I'm telling ya that'sh the beshst Chrishmash shong EV-UH."
"Notachance," his equally blotto conquest countered, "you can't beadaclassic... 'Rudolffff the redNOZZE reinDEARRR...' Come on baby, no time for this..."
"Oh shit..." the man blurted out, noticing the room was occupied through the haze, "Sorry ladies... dintmean to buttin - c'mon Natalie the boss has to have a free room somewhere..."
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!" Natalie yelled as they withdrew, unaware that the women had been too involved in their love-making to even notice. As Cindy's hand moved more rapidly in and out of Laetitia, and as Laetitia, whose fingers had found Cindy's privates, began to reply in kind, they both knew that this was probably the only
chance they would have for a very long time to do this, which was why they both threw themselves into their lust.
Twenty minutes later, the singing downstairs had given way to "The Twelve Days of Christmas," and upstairs Cindy and Laetitia were engaging in what Arnie Becker from "L.A.Law" called a sex act defined as a double-digit number. For the first time neither had anyone on their mind but each other - Laetitia's tongue was dabbing at Cindy's vulva and asshole while slowly caressing her long thighs, while Cindy was worshipping Laetitia's beautiful light brown pussy with her mouth and exploring her behind, both giving way to how they felt.
"You're the only woman FOR ME...." Cindy cried as she felt herself about to come, kissing the inside of her lover's legs.
"I am so glad you aren't drunk..." Laetitia answered, submitting to Cindy's kisses and touches. "I may sleep with more than one man... and I have... but I will never be with another woman. I... PRO... MISSSSS...."
The screams of Cindy and Laetitia on coming were JUST drowned out by the crowd downstairs finishing the much-loved Christmas song. In a sheen of love-sweat, Cindy clambered off Laetitia to turn around and join her the right way, and the two held each other tightly as they came down from the heights of a few moments before.
"This may sound a bit forward," Laetitia laughed as she kissed Cindy again, "but how long can we stay up here?"
"Not much longer," Cindy replied. "If they're all as drunk as that couple we saw they might not miss us, but we'd better get back downstairs anyway."
"I'm not going to leave any man for you - I should make that clear now," Laetitia said as she clambered off the bed, "but this is not what you call a one night stand either. We will still get together as friends."
"I already have enough models as friends," Cindy told her as she rose. "I'm friends with Gail Elliott and Angie Everhart, and I can think of them without... you know. Can I call you something else besides a friend?"
Laetitia looked at Cindy tenderly. "Yes you can, Cindy," she said, and took her hand. "Yes, you can."
"Shit, I must have been really drunk at that party," Rande's colleague told a friend of his on Wednesday. "I thought I saw Cindy Crawford fucking Laetitia Casta upstairs... guess it was wishful thinking plus all that booze, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess," the friend answered. "That's something to think about in bed though... whew!"
Laetitia lay in bed with her new boyfriend, a contented smile on her face; they had just finished a strenuous session of sex. He had enjoyed penetrating his lover, and she had seen Cindy's face at various times during the lovemaking. They had both enjoyed it.
And Cindy? She was at peace with herself at last. She wouldn't leave Rande, but she welcomed Laetitia in her thoughts. This was looking like a very happy new year for her.