Dear Vanessa

The contents of this story are, even in the context of
the story, fictional (with one exception – Vanessa
Carlton really did perform on the August 9th edition
of “Top of the Pops”). But all the usual disclaimers
apply. Letters of praise or complaint on the message
boards or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk

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July 17.

Dear Vanessa,

I don’t know if this is your first fan letter from
Britain. I like Britney Spears, but I like you as well
– she’s good in her way, you’re good in yours. I keep
hearing “A Thousand Miles” on the radio just like I
keep hearing those idiots from “Pop
Idol” every day;
they’ve worn out their welcome, but you haven’t.
Anyway, this is just to say you’re the greatest.

Your biggest British fan,
Howard.

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July 28

Dear Vanessa,

How come American pop music is so much better than
ours? My son says it isn’t, but what does he know? I
mean, can you trust someone who has a crush on Jordan?

You are an angel to listen to and captivating to
watch; talented and beautiful, giving you two edges
over Pink among others. Keep it up.

Your biggest British fan,

Howard

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July 29

Dear Vanessa,

For the first time in ages I’ve bought a CD. Guess
which one? That’s right, it’s “Be Not Nobody.” You are
the Tori Amos du jour, only saner. And also far more
beautiful than someone of your tender years has any
right to be; something like Meghan from “Felicity”
only prettier and less coarse. I find you endlessly
appealing… am I sounding like a stalker? Trust me,
I’m not. I’m in a stable relationship, have a good
job, and have neither the time nor the inclination to
relentlessly torment young American singers. I just
happen to be…

Your biggest British fan,

Howard

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July 31

Dear Vanessa,

I’ve tried to hide this feeling, but every time I play
your music and look at your photos, I can’t deny it…
I think I’m falling in love.

I sound so immature, don’t I? But I just cannot keep
from wanting to gaze into those wonderful sloe eyes of
yours. When you sing so yearningly, I just want to dip
forward and give you the longest, most passionate kiss
you’ve ever received. You’re beginning to drive me
crazy. I can’t believe that someone whose name comes
from two of the most unpleasant British creations
(Vanessa Feltz and Carlton TV) can be so wonderful.

Your biggest British fan,

Howard

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August 3

Dear Vanessa,

Last night I had my first dream about you. You were
performing on “Top of the Pops” (that’s a long-running
music show over here), your long fingers drawing the
sweet music from your piano. While you were
demonstrating to the Linkin Park and Liberty X freaks
in the audience what real music was like, I was
underneath the piano, stroking your feet. You have the
most beautiful tootsies, and you knew I was under
there fondling you and murmuring “Vanessa, Vanessa”
over and over.

And best of all, you were letting me. I was so sorry
when I woke up… I just thought I should tell you.

Your biggest British fan,

Howard

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August 7

Dear Vanessa,

As someone the name of who we both know would say,
“Oops, I did it again!” Dreamed about you, that is.
Only this time there was no stage, it was just you and
me. You were consoling me over a breakup; I was being
held in your arms as you let me weep. My tears soon
dried up, replaced by delight as the angel Vanessa
made me feel warm. You started to kiss me to make me
feel better, and I soon did.

It also went farther than that, but I’m not ready to
tell you how far just yet…

Your biggest British fan,

Howard

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August 9

Dear Vanessa,

I usually go down to Piccadilly Circus after work, but
I came home specifically so I could see you on “Top of
the Pops.” It was almost how I’d imagined it, except
of course for the piano having no covering below so if
I had been there… well, you know. But apart from
that it was a real treat. I’m listening to the CD
single and studying your face.

You look so innocent there; not hard-edged at all like
Pink or someone like that. I find it hard to believe
you’re only 21. I can’t keep myself from repeatedly
kissing the pictures on the sleeve. I wish you were
really in front of me, stroking your black hair as you
smile at me, tell me you know how I feel, encouraging
me to touch you.

I can’t help it; you’re impossible for me to get
enough of. Come back soon, Vanessa; I need you.

Your biggest British fan,

Howard

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August 10

Dear Vanessa,

I can’t believe what I’ve just done. I bought a teen
magazine and found a picture of you inside it; and I
gazed at it while I thought about you singing to me.
And then I thought of you on top of me, your shirt
open and hair waving tantalizingly in front of my
face. I tried to not imagine your… you know… but I
saw you coming forward, and I found myself feeling
something down below and the next thing I knew I was
all sticky. And your picture was all sticky as well.
I’m sorry; I love you, and I don’t want it to seem
like I’m only interested in you as a fantasy.

Your biggest British fan,

Howard

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August 11

Dear Vanessa,

You tantalize me. I try to avoid thinking of you
before me, but I can’t.

I need you, Vanessa. I want to be the first man to
traverse the territory of your secret garden; to tell
you dirty little love thoughts while I take you; to
cry out my feelings for you as I flood you with my
love.

I realised it last night, when I was with my
girlfriend… I could actually see you under me. She
enjoys having sex the – er – Hungarian way, and as I
entered her I wasn’t seeing her, I was seeing you. It
was your unquestionably lovely bottom I was pushing
myself into, not her more ample one. It was your
nubile body I was clutching as I thrust, not hers. And
I could have kept it a secret if it had been her name
I shouted as I soaked the anus, instead of yours.

To make matters worse, when I was thinking about you I
kept going for far longer than I ever managed to think
about April. What’s wrong with me…?

Still your biggest British fan,

Howard

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August 13

Dear Vanessa,

Last night I had another dream about you; one where
you and I finally bonded. You had been through a
gruelling set of interviews, and you had gone to your
room. Then you realised I was watching you, and I was
going to leave, but you told me to stay. I was really
embarrassed because I was your assistant.

You undressed, and asked me if you had a body as nice
as Kylie’s. I told you you had a much nicer body than
Kylie’s, but that it wasn’t my main interest; you then
told me to “do” you right there, and said “If it’ll
make you feel better, call it an order.” And because I
always obey orders, I mounted you.

We sealed our love right there on the bed. You were
eager and willing; when I entered you I could feel
something popping between your legs, and as you gasped
under me I knew what it was. Finally, a pop singer who
really was a virgin! For a first-timer, you were a
natural. (You sing, you look good, you’re nice in
bed… is there no end to your talent?) You and I
kissed each other all over, and you told me you
weren’t ready to have a penis in your mouth, but could
I go down on you? You made me the happiest guy in the
world, and I considered it an honour to be the first
man on earth to stick his tongue inside Vanessa
Carlton’s pussy.

Your parents, happily, weren’t around to hear you as I
tasted you. You were wonderfully tight and shaved
clean. You were moaning as I felt the increasing
wetness of your snatch; I loved the smell as well. The
thought of making a beautiful young American singer
come with my mouth in turn made me come – I begged you
afterwards to finish the job with your fingers. Your
long, dexterous fingers wrapped around my cock, and
with your sweet face looking kindly at me you jerked
me to paradise…

My dad was right; you beat Jordan any day.

A British lad who thinks you’re hot,

Richard

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August 14

Dear Vanessa,

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!! April
won’t let me anywhere near her because of you – you
only get one chance with her… and I couldn’t be
happier. Because now I can think about you without
fear. Without guilt that I’m mentally cheating on
anyone. The only person who suspects is my son, and
like I said he thinks Jordan is the sexiest woman
alive (I wish her no ill, but…).

Now, I can be totally open and honest with my desires.

Now, I’m ready. Now I’m free. Now I can finally send
one of these.

Your biggest British fan now and forever,

Howard

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Vanessa Carlton picked out an aerogramme from the
current batch of fan mail (thus far not quite of
Britney proportions and therefore easy to handle) and
studied it. It was neatly addressed to her (and
forwarded from A&M)from the UK; she’d been getting
quite a few from there lately.

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got to say…” she said
to herself, and slit open Richard’s letter.

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