Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2003 20:18:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rule Hater <rulehater@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dangeously in Love (Ch 9: Crazy in Love)

First all, I'd like to welcome you back to the RuleHater show.  Yeah I know
it's been a while.  Sorry I kept y'all waiting for a new chapter.  I was
busy with all kinds of personal stuff, so I had to leave my writing in
limbo for a while, but anyways I'm back, so to the few fans I have left,
enjoy.

Where we left off, Beyonce, after discovering a clandestine affair by her
two best friends, had stormed off to the arms of the only person who made
her feel safe.  Hopefully, I'll be able to take things off from there.
Please enjoy.  Speaking of Beyonce, congratulations to her as she releases
her solo debut album, also called "Dangerously in Love".  Make sure you
race the store and pick up a copy as soon as you read this.

Well, as usual, all feedback is welcome at rulehater@yahoo.com.  And once
again, this story is not real but only a figment of my imagination.  Only
to be read by ages 18 and over, so if you are not old enough, please do not
read


CHAPTER 9: Crazy in Love


I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two or three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame
`Cause I know I don't understand
Just how your love your can do what no one else can


"Beyonce", yelled a surprised Kelly Rowland into the phone, "where the hell
have you been?  I've been trying to contact you for the past 2 weeks, but
you didn't pick up the phone.  And I heard you checked out of your hotel.
What's up?"

"I've been really busy", replied Beyonce coldly, "You know, recording the
album and stuff"

"I've really missed you", came Kelly's response, "I hope we actually start
hanging out a lot more after your album comes out.  How's that going, by
the way?"

"Fine", replied her band mate, the stoicism very apparent from her tone of
voice, "well I have to go back now, I just decided to call you and say hi"

"Thanks for calling", Kelly answered, "I wondered who was calling at this
late hour, but I was relieved it was you.  See you later".  Hanging up the
phone, she crept back under the covers or her bed, snuggling close to the
naked beauty was sleeping next to her

"Was that Beyonce?" asked Michelle Williams, the third member of Destiny's
Child, as she ran her hands up Kelly's thighs, causing her to breathe with
pleasure

"Yeah", Kelly answered, her eyes shut as Michelle's deft fingers caused
magic and caused her whole body to tingle, "she seemed rather evasive
though, she's been acting really weird lately"

"Do you think she knows about us?" Michelle asked as she brought her mouth
to Kelly's smooth and slender neck and began to nuzzle against it

"Don't be silly, I don't think that's possible", replied Kelly
thoughtfully, trying to ignore the fact that Michelle was pleasuring her
neck, "I think it's because of what happened at the Grammys"

"You just had to bring that up, didn't you?" grumbled Michelle, pulling
away

"Is someone jealous?" Kelly teased as she leaned forward and brought
Michelle's lips to hers.

          Thoughts ran through Kelly's hands as she drank Michelle in, both
girls sucking on each other's lips and softly caressing tongues.  Kelly
loved the way Michelle kissed her, the way Michelle touched her, in fact
everything about her.  She was so nice and sweet and innocent, and yet,
behind closed doors, was the world's biggest freak.  She loved sex, and was
very giving and liberal in the bedroom, and seemed to know every nook and
cranny of Kelly's body.  Kelly did not think it was possible for anyone at
all to be able to cause her as much pleasure, except of course, she
admitted to herself, Beyonce.  Kelly knew that as long as she lived,
nothing on earth could rival the passion she had shared with her best
friend and erstwhile lover during those adolescent nights under the covers.

          If only Beyonce knew how much Kelly loved and desired her.  If
only she knew how much she wished she could have continued the affair with
her.  If only she knew that all she thought about for years was being able
to kiss Beyonce's pretty lips one more time, to be able to hold that
pulchritudinous face in her hands, to be able to run her fingers one more
time across her beautiful, velvety, flawless skin, to be able to drink from
Beyonce's womanhood one more time, that lovely pot of gold from which she
had drunk countless times as a teen and learned everything she needed to
know about how to please a woman and how to be pleased by one.

           Deciding to give all that up was probably the most agonizing
decision she had ever had to make in her lifetime.  At the end of the day,
she figured that as much as she physically adored Beyonce, her friendship
to her was all that was important.  Beyonce had been the first real friend
she had ever had, and easily her most faithful.  They had shared everything
together while growing up, and she did not want that to end.  Their sexual
exploration of each other was a delight, but as they grew up and feelings
started getting involved, it began to get complicated.  As squabbles that
should have ended at minor disagreements escalated into full-fledged
arguments, she realized that she was in danger of losing Beyonce, not only
as a lover, but also as a friend.  She reasoned that she could live with
the former, but she would die if she were to lose her best confidante's
friendship.  As such, she decided that it was best things ended.

It was hard having to be alongside her every blessed day when she yearned
for her so much.  She knew Beyonce had not stopped wanting her either.  She
felt it from the way they stared at each other whenever they made eye
contact, from the heat emanating from her whenever they were onstage, the
tone in her soft voice whenever she spoke to her.  The words of their
Grammy-nominated lyrics, mostly written by Beyonce, were directed and
inspired, she could tell, mostly by her.  She wished life were so simple so
that she could reciprocate Beyonce's affection, but she knew that she was
acting for the best.

 Her fleeting thoughts were interrupted when Michelle broke the kiss and
began to go downwards.  Michelle's smooth lips gently brushed past her
sweaty skin, tracing the vertical crevice from her chin, down to her
neckline, all the way to the slight parting between her succulent breasts,
right down to her bellybutton, where she paused and began to tease her.
She moaned as she looked down at her lover, who looked happy to be causing
such delight.

She felt absolutely guilty that she was keeping this a secret from Beyonce.
There was no way she could explain it that to make Beyonce not feel
slighted or jealous.  The reason she had given for declining their physical
relationship was that they were members of the same group, and she knew
that the same obstacle was present with her relationship with Michelle.
However, there was not as much at stake – she did not have the tight
fraternal bind with Michelle, and if the physical thing did not work out,
they could always revert to what they had before.  She knew that was
impossible with Beyonce.

She had not even set out to have a physical relationship with Michelle.
Right from the day she had come in to audition for the group after the
departure of 2 former members, Kelly had always been drawn to Michelle, but
no in a lustful kind of way.  She was really sweet and polite and extremely
shy, and even though Kelly found her really hot, she was the last person
that she would have found herself getting into a relationship with.

As Michelle gently proceeded from Kelly's belly downwards, Kelly
remembered, with a broad smile on her face the first day she had been with
Michelle.  She had been nursing heartbreak after ending a relationship with
her ex-boyfriend, rapper Nelly of "Hot in Herre" fame.  She had caught him
red-handed cheating on her, and had decided to spend a peaceful weekend
recuperating at the Knowles mansion in Houston, Texas.  The entire Knowles
family, including Beyonce, had been in Los Angeles, as Beyonce was
promoting her movie debut in Austin Powers.  Michelle also happened to be
in Houston for a gospel concert, so both girls had the entire building to
themselves.  The y had both wound up in front of the TV late at night
eating popcorn and watching their favorite movie, the teen comedy "10
Things I hate about you".

Kelly had jokingly suggested that they open a bottle of wine and drink to
the downfall of all men, and Michelle, whom Kelly had never seen imbibe one
drop of alcohol in the two years she had known her, had surprisingly
agreed.  Since they were both inexperienced at the whole drinking thing,
they had gotten drunk fairly quickly, and began to laugh and giggle and
make very lewd and almost inappropriate comments.  One of them, Kelly could
hardly remember, had suggested that they play "Truth or Dare".  The other
must have agreed, because they had gone ahead and begun to play.

Naturally, things had started out a little bit mild, with each girl playing
safe and choosing "truth", and the other asking relatively easy questions.
However, as the contents of the wine bottle began to reduce in quantity,
the girls totally lost their inhibitions, and Kelly chose the first "Dare"
of the game.  Michelle told her to strip to her underwear, and she had not
hesitated.  She began to get horny sitting right there in her cotton bra
and panties, and she could feel Michelle's wandering eyes all over her.
She concluded that it must be the fact that she was intoxicated that was
making her imagine things.

Michelle had also chosen "Dare" on her own turn, and Kelly had challenged
her not just to strip to her skimpies, but to go outside and run around the
house in the blistering cold.  Even though it was summertime, it was way
past midnight, and not exactly warm outside, and Kelly knew it would be an
arduous task.  She expected Michelle to protest, and she did, but for an
entirely different reason

"I don't have any bra on", she complained

"Then you'll have to go in just your panties, girl", giggle Kelly

          Without a word, Michelle took her T-shirt off to reveal a
deliciously round and supple set of breasts.  Kelly's eyes almost popped
out of their sockets.  With the exception of Beyonce, this was the first
time she found herself being attracted to and physically desiring another
woman, and it was just a coincidence that it was her third band mate.  She
felt her panties begin to moisten, and shut her legs tighter so that
Michelle would not notice.  Meanwhile, Michelle had completed her
stripping, and looked radiant as the skylight from outside shone on her
semi-nudeness, her large breasts sticking out like those of an Amazonian
goddess.  For the fun of it, Kelly decided to accompany her on the run, and
the two girls laughed hysterically as they ran around the house, Michelle's
tits excitedly jumping up and down.

          By the time they returned to the living room, they were both
tired and more excited than ever, and Kelly could not take her eyes off
Michelle's erect nipples.  Michelle noticed Kelly's eyes on her breasts,
and much to her surprise, acknowledged this observation with a smile and a
wink.  Kelly decided to go for "Dare" again, and Michelle asked her to take
her bra off so that she could see her breasts.  Kelly slowly removed her
bra, and felt Michelle's face lighten when her breasts came into view.
Both girls were seated next to each other on the couch, with nothing more
than panties on.  They kept giggling at the smallest of things, and seemed
to be inching closer to each other every opportunity they got until their
bodies were basically making contact.

          It was Michelle's turn to decide her challenge, and she decided
to be interrogated.

"When did you lose your virginity?" asked Kelly, fully expecting a chaste
response claiming perpetual virginity.  She was certain her ears were
malfunctioning when she heard Michelle respond, "Do you mean my first time
with a guy or a girl?

"You've been with a girl before?" asked a flabbergasted Kelly

"Hey, only one question at a time", Michelle replied with an evil grin

"Alright, your first time with either one", clarified Kelly

"Let me see", Michelle answered, "my best friend and I started eating each
other's pussies when we were 14"

          Kelly had never even dared suspect that Michelle had any sapphic
tendencies, and it was a surprise to hear her admit it so candidly.
Kelly's crotch was dripping at this point, Michelle looking more and more
desirable to her each passing second.  She did not know what was going to
happen, but she could feel the apprehension in the air, and thus, began to
concoct different seduction scenarios in her head.  She was so carried away
that she did not notice that it was her turn to choose her challenge, and
Michelle had to tap her really hard before she snapped out of her reverie.

"Truth", Kelly said, deciding to give it a shot

"Have you ever been with a girl before?" Michelle asked

"Yes I have", Kelly replied, looking away as she was a bit shy to catch
Michelle's surprised glance, "Your turn"

"Truth", came Michelle's response

"Who do you prefer – guys or girls?" Kelly asked

`Girls", Michelle replied matter-of-factly, "Truth or dare"

"Um, wait a minute", said an astounded Kelly, "you're into girls?"

"It's not your turn to ask", smiled Michelle

 "Dare it is then", answered Kelly

"I dare you to masturbate yourself to orgasm while I watch", Michelle dared

"You can't be serious", gasped Kelly

"You have to do it", insisted Michelle, "or else, you have to do whatever I
tell you to"

"Alright, alright", said Kelly, as she slowly puled her panties down,
exposing her cleanly shaven pussy

"You shave down there too", Michelle asked

          Without replying, Kelly ran her fingers down her body and slowly
brought it to her crotch.  It was already soaking with her juices, and she
shivered as her fingers made contact.  Her entire body tingled as she
gently brought one finger to her clitoris and began to rub.  Michelle
obviously liked what she was doing, as she lay back and stared as Kelly
continued to pleasure herself.  She was moaning now as her thrusts
quickened, and she brought her other hand and began to caress her own boobs

"Oh yes", moaned Kelly gently, "this feels so good, yes it does"

          Up until then, Kelly had not masturbated for a while.  Foe years
she had touched herself almost every day, thinking of Beyonce, but after a
while, she had quit, since it was making it hard for her to keep her mind
off her.  She had almost forgotten how good this felt.  She forgot she had
an audience as her moans became much louder, and her other body ran all
over her body.

"You need any help there?" beckoned Michelle's voice, slightly driving her
into consciousness

"Yeah, please Michelle, come and eat my pussy", she whispered.

          Of course, Michelle had not hesitated, and brought her mouth
there, skillfully wiggling her tongue around her cunt, deftly licking her
clitoris, inserting her tongue into all the right places.  Kelly could not
believe she had gone around four years without a woman's touch.  This was
the way it was supposed to be, this was the way a woman was supposed to be
pleased, and she knew that as long as she lived, this was the only way she
wanted to have sex.  All thoughts left her head at that point as she
caressed her boobs and screamed to the high heavens, thoughts of her music
career and record sales, thoughts of Nelly's infidelity, thoughts of
disloyalty to Beyonce, all she cared about was that a beautiful woman was
giving her the ultimate pleasure, and she was about to have the best orgasm
ever.

          She had exploded in an earth-shattering climax, four years of
wanting, four years of wanton lesbian desire exploding through her loins.
Michelle has come forward and given her a kiss on the lips, and she felt
that she would go to heaven as she felt the softness of Michelle's lips.
This was the way she wanted to be loved, and she could not imagine things
getting better than this.  Thoughts of Beyonce briefly fleeted across her
mind, but she brushed them aside as Michelle guided her hands to her
breasts.

          The two girls had made the most intense and passionate love for
hours over the weekend.  They slept in each other's arms, woke up holding
on to each other, and continued their lovemaking through the next day, in
every corner of the house imaginable.  They made love on the kitchen
counter, in Beyonce's parent's bedroom, in Solange's bedroom, in the pool,
in the bathroom, in the Jacuzzi, everywhere they could find.  Michelle had
wanted to do it on Beyonce's bed as well, but Kelly refused, and then
explained to Michelle the entire history between them.  Michelle obviously
was a wee bit jealous, but was extremely turned on as Kelly described their
exploits all those nights under the covers.

          Kelly had never met anyone like Michelle.  She could not believe
someone so shy and reserved could have such a wild sex drive.  Over the
months, Michelle's drive had not waned, and she wanted to have sex anywhere
and everywhere.  She had done some naughty things so many times that almost
got them discovered.  It had been close many times, and she was sure
Beyonce must have noticed the strange behavior.  But she was perfectly sure
their secret was still safe.

          She knew that it was only a matter of time before Beyonce found
out, and she still trembled with trepidation at the response she was sure
the discovery would meet with.  She very much wished she could be open
about it, in fact she had dreamed of threesomes many times before.
Michelle had tried to persuade her to confess the whole thing to Beyonce
but she just could not do it.  She could not bear the thought of losing
Beyonce in her life altogether.  She had already given up the physical
relationship years ago, and did not want to give up the more important part
as well.

          Kelly definitely knew that something was amiss, and there had
been a change in Beyonce.  She had been right next to her for over 10 years
and definitely knew everything about her, but there was something different
about her over the past few months that she could not discern.











          Several weeks had passed since Beyonce's startling discovery, and
after recovering from the shock, she had continued with life as normal.
She had not gotten over it of course, but after a week of sobbing on
Janet's shoulders, she had decided that life had to go on, and commenced
heavy work on the release of her album.

          Plans for release of her album were proceeding extremely well.
Her first single with Jay-Z had been sent to radio stations, which were
handily adding it to their playlists.  The video had been shot, and was
steadily ascending on the MTV, BET and Launch music charts.  She had
appeared on Saturday Night Live, TRL, 106 and Park, and several other talk
and music shows in order to promote he CD.  She had even shot a
pay-per-view special for Showtime.  Career-wise, things could not be any
better for her, and she could not be any more grateful.

          However, other aspects of her life were in a lull.  After the
Kelly discovery, she had been so disillusioned to the point where she
decided to shun all forms of social interaction whatsoever.  So many women
she had had encounters with over the past few months had tried to contact
her, but she really was not in the mood for that kind of action.

          In fact, after about a week at Janet Jackson's place, things had
begun to become uncomfortable, as it was obvious that Janet was itching to
make a move on her, but was hesitant because she did not know how she would
be received.  It was tempting for her too, it is not easy under any
circumstances to live with a woman like Janet and not get tempted, but she
knew that she did not want anyone but Kelly.  And since Kelly did not seem
to want her, her self-esteem was not exactly high.

          Till her album came out, the only thing she was going to be
intimate with was her music.











"Hi, Mandy, nice to see you again, it's been a while", Solange Knowles
said, as she took the other girl in a hug

"Yeah it has", Mandy Moore replied pleasantly, `I'm such a big fan of your
music, and your sister's too"

"I love your music too", gushed Solange, "and I loved you in A Walk to
Remember"

"Thank you", Mandy responded with a smile

          Solange Knowles and Mandy Moore were at a photo shoot for Vanity
Fair magazine, which was doing a feature on Hollywood's hottest young
actresses for its latest issue.  With the ascent of people like Hilary Duff
and Amanda Bynes, who had released blockbuster movies within the past few
months, Hollywood was finally taking notice of the younger set, and the
magazine wanted to capitalize on this, so they invited about 15 of the
hottest young stars, and both had been invited.

          Mandy's inclusion in the magazine was of course a no-brainer.
She had been a household name since the age of 15, having been the youngest
of the four pop princesses, the others being Britney, Jessica and
Christina.  Of course, Christina was now famous for her skimpy outfits,
Jessica had married a boy-band nobody, and Britney was still in the news
everyday, though only for her changing hairstyles or latest dating mishaps,
so while the world of pop shifted towards people like Avril Lavigne and
Michelle Branch, Mandy Moore managed to stay relevant by crossing over into
movies.  "A Walk to Remember" was a moderate success, and she had 3 movies
lined up to be released later in the year.

          The 17-year-old Solange Knowles was rather flattered to have been
included in the article and photo shoot.  Her biggest claim to fame, of
course, was of course her older sister, Beyonce, who was one of the most
popular voices in the world, as the lead singer of the wildly successful
Destiny's Child, and who was set to become even bigger once her debut solo
album was released.  Solange knew it was going to be difficult to escape
the shadows of such a behemoth, but she was determined to become a success
in her own right.  Her album had come out earlier in the year, and while it
was no hit, it was not too disappointing.  She was also currently filming
her debut movie project, which was named "The Johnson Family Vacation".
The movie had a talented cast, with Cedric the Entertainer and Vanessa
Williams playing her parents, and rapper Lil' Bow Wow playing her brother.

          She sighed as thoughts of Bow Wow came to her head.  They had
been friends for about two years, when Solange made an appearance as a
leading lady in the then diminutive rap star's music video "Puppy Love".
Bow Wow had of course grown since then, also having some minor movie
success of his own.  They had grown quite close while filming the movie,
she had agreed to date him when he asked her out.  Things had been OK, and
despite the fact that she was a year older than him, he was mature enough,
and had remained faithful despite the fact that every girl under the age of
16 whom he met practically threw themselves at him.

          However, she had broken up with him just days ago when she
realized she was not attracted to him.  The night before their breakup, she
had agreed to let him take her virginity, but as they were about to sleep
together, she realized that she was not actually responding the way she
should be to him.  She tried to push that other thought out of her head,
but it was no use, and she had developed cold feet and backed out.  The
rapper/actor had not taken it too well, and was even further nonplussed
with Solange broke up with him out of the blue the next day.

          Solange had never been so confused in her life.  She was not a
lesbian, she definitely knew she wasn't, as she had never even looked at
another girl, or even considered giving a girl a second glance.  All her
fantasies were centered on guys, or at least they were up until around a
year go.

          It had all started when she began to have erotic dreams.  It was
always the same one – she was in the backward pool swimming, and all of
a sudden, a white light appeared, and looking up, she saw Beyonce approach
her, shimmering in the light and completely nude.  Solange had seen Beyonce
undressed many times, and apart from admiring her sister's assets, she
never really thought much of it.  But it was so different in this dream.
Her sister's body looked so beautiful, so appealing, and she wanted more
than anything in this world to reach out and touch it.  Beyonce would come
and join her in the pool, and just as they were leaning in to kiss each
other, she would suddenly wake up.

          These dreams occurred over and over again, and they kept freaking
the young girl out.  Beyonce was away in Europe when the dreams started.
The first time Solange saw her when she returned, she began to look at her
different.  She could not get the image of the naked beauty she had seen in
her dreams out of her head and they soon began to populate her daydreams.
She had tried to fight these fantasies at first, but when they ceased to
relent, she gave in and allowed her thoughts to do their work.

          At night, she'd lock herself in her room, and after stripping
herself bare, she's lie on the bed and begin to envision herself and her
sister nude in the pool.  First, she only thought of them kissing each
other, but as time went by, she began to think of other things too, like
both sisters gently kissing each other all over their bodies, sucking on
each other's breasts, and eventually going down on each other.  Solange's
fingers would roam around her body as she fantasized and imagined this
scenario, and her whole body would throb in excitement.  She could not
explain the rush she felt in that dark room every night as she pleasured
herself, it was like adrenaline, it felt so real, so genuine, and even
though Solange knew that incest was frowned upon and considered very sick,
she could not help feeling the way she did.  She of course knew that
nothing like that would ever happen in real life, so she decided to be
content with her nightly dreams and fantasies.

          Well, she was happy to be at this Vanity Fair shoot, because of
the exposure it would give her, but mostly because she was staying with
Beyonce at her condominium while she was in LA for the shoot.  She of
course did not have the full privacy to masturbate to fantasies of her
sister, but being around her all the time was enough to satisfy her.  She
could not get over how beautiful her sister was, with that soft, luminous
skin, and that smile which never failed to drive her to ecstasy.

          Beyonce had dropped her off earlier in the day, and Solange was
having fun mingling with all the other young thespians.  She already knew
people like Hilary Duff, Lindsay Lohan and Kyla Pratt well, since they had
all done work on Disney Channel, but she was having a great time meeting
others such as Amanda Bynes.  Everybody was being really nice and friendly,
and she did not even give a damn when a pair of popular stuck-up twins whom
she couldn't care less about snubbed her.

          She had also met Mandy a while ago when they both did some show
together for MTV, and spent the whole day chatting with the pretty
19-year-old singer/actress.  At the end of the day, Mandy was about to
drive off, and the two girls were saying their good-byes when Solange's
cell phone rang.  It was Beyonce, who was calling to tell her that her
appointment was running late, and she was going to take at least another
hour to come pick her up.

"Damn, I hate my sister", cursed Solange, wishing she meant it

"What's the matter?", asked Mandy

"She says she cannot come and pick me up for an hour.  I wish she had just
allowed me to rent a car and drive myself here", Solange replied

"I could take you home, it really would be no problem", offered Mandy

"You don't have to", Solange said politely

"Don't be silly, get in the car", Mandy playfully commanded

          They walked over to Mandy's hot new Porsche in the nearby parking
lot.

"Nice car", exclaimed Solange

"Thanks", Mandy replied, "I got it for myself last month as my 19th
birthday present"

"I'm going to get a car for myself really soon", Solange chatted on as she
assume her seat in shotgun, "Right now, I don't even have time to drive a
car".

          The two girls talked on as they embarked on the 30-minute-or-so
drive in LA traffic towards the Sheraton Hotel, where Beyonce's penthouse
suite was.  Solange was surprised at how much she and her new friend
clicked.  Mandy had to be one of the nicest people she had ever met, and
she hoped they could carry on their friendship, as she felt she could learn
a lot of things from Mandy.  Of course, it was not like she had a shortage
of role models, with Beyonce and Kelly giving her tips at every
opportunity, but it was different coming from someone else who was not
related to her – less preachy and more sincere.

"I'm sure it's not that bad living under your sister's shadow", Mandy was
saying

"Oh, I tell you it is", Solange laughed, "I love my sister, and I don't
resent her one bit, but it's like, it's going to be so hard to form my own
identity other than Beyonce's little sister."

"Well, Aaron Carter did it", Mandy said with a wink, as she removed a lash
of her cropped black hair from her face

"If that was a joke, it wasn't funny", giggled Solange, "but honestly,
everyone assumes I'm just trying to exploit my sister being famous, but
it's not true.  My parents didn't even know I could sing till I was ten,
`cos they were so busy managing Destiny's Child"

"How's Destiny's Child by the way?" inquired Mandy, "are they getting back
together?"

"I guess so", Solange answered, "My dad was even suggesting recently that I
should join the group as the fourth member, but I don't want to"

"Well we're at the hotel now.", Mandy said as they arrived their
destination, "Why don't you give me your number and we should get together
and do something sometime"

"Come on, why don't you come in for a while?" pleaded Solange, "Beyonce
won't be home for ages, and it might be fun"

"Alright, I guess there's no harm", said Mandy, as she made her exit from
the car and handed her keys to a nearby valet.









Ten minutes later, both girls were drinking sodas and in front of the giant
screen TV, Solange holding the remote control (which Mandy joked looked
more like a transistor radio), scrolling through the numerous channels.

"Spongebob is on", cooed Mandy as Solange reached Nickelodeon.  "I never
miss Spongebob Squarepants"

"Seriously?" asked a bewildered Solange, "I ain't watching no Spongebob"

"Come on, you'll love it", persuaded Mandy, "this episode is cool, it's the
one where Spongebob quits his job at the Krusty Krab, and Squidward has to
make the Krabby Patties, but he messes them up, so Mr. Krabs has to..."

"Hold on, hold on a second", laughed Solange, `I did not understand one
word you said"

"Just watch, I promise you will enjoy it.  A new episode is starting",
Mandy said, her face lighting up as she began to sing, "Ooh, who lives in a
pineapple under the sea, Spongebob Squarepants, absorbent and yellow and
porous..."

          Solange reluctantly agreed to watch, mainly to make Mandy happy
more than anything.  She hadn't watched cartoons in years and was not about
to start again, but she had to admit that the show as at least cute, though
not laugh out loud hilarious.  After two episodes though, Solange had had
enough and managed to persuade Mandy to turn the TV off.

"So, Solange, do you have a boyfriend?", Mandy asked

"Not really" came Solange's response

"What do you mean not really?  You either do or you don't"

"Well I kinda ended things with the guy I was seeing just recently",
Solange said

"Oh, I'm so sorry", Mandy apologized, "I shouldn't have pestered you"

"No, its no biggie", Solange assured her, realizing that she actually
wanted to talk about it, "it was just a minor dating system, but I wasn't
feeling it too much so we broke up"

"I see", said Mandy, "so who was this guy?"

"His name is Shad Moss", said Solange, referring to the rapper by his birth
name

"Why does that sound a bit familiar?" asked Mandy, her eyebrows going up as
she tried to remember where she had heard the name

"He's Bow Wow, the rapper", Solange said, as she began to rap, "Bow wow wow
yippee yo yippee yay"

"Oh of course I know Bow Wow", laughed Mandy, "isn't he like 12 or 13?"

"Very funny Mandy", Solange said as she rolled her eyes, "he's 16"

"Yeah I knew that", said Mandy, "I've met him before, he's a nice guy"

"So you're dating that tennis player, right?", Solange asked, "how's that
going?"

"Oh, Andy's fine, he just...".

 Mandy seemed to freeze in the middle of the sentence, and to Solange's
dismay, burst into heavy tears.  Solange looked a little shocked as Mandy
began to sob right there all of a sudden, and did not know how to react.
Perhaps it was something she said.  She did not mean to be rude, she was
just asking how her relationship was going

"Are you alright, Mandy?" she asked, a little bit apprehensive

"Oh I'm so sorry", Mandy replied, drying her tears "I'm just going through
some stuff, and I just remembered something"

"You wanna talk about it", offered Solange, "that might make you feel
better"

"I don't know, I'm too shy and embarrassed to talk about it with anyone",
said Mandy, her eyes glistening as she looked at Solange

"Well, I understand, but I just want you to know that even though we might
not be that close, there's nothing you can't tell me, and sometimes, its
better to get stuff off your chest by confiding in someone you don't know
all that well as opposed to your best friend", Solange said softly,
stroking Mandy's hair as she spoke

"I guess you're right", said Mandy, "God, this is just so...I don't know
how to start or tell you this.  You'll probably think I'm some freak or
psycho"

"I promise not to judge you", said Solange, sure that no secret Mandy could
tell her could be anywhere as bad as the skeleton she was hiding deep in
her own closet

"I like Andy a lot", Mandy started, "he's a great guy, and I wish I could
be faithful to him, but...I just can't, it's way complicated"

"There's another guy?" asked Solange

"I wish that was it", Mandy whispered, "but it's worse, way worse than
that"

"I'm sure it can't be all that bad", Solange said in an assuring fashion

"I'm a pervert, OK?", screamed Mandy, "I just can't get these dirty
thoughts on my head or stop lusting after every hot person I see"

"I'm sure that's pretty normal, I mean we all have hormones, I can't say I
haven't checked people out before", said Solange, a little taken aback

"I wouldn't freak out if it were guys I were looking at, but...", Mandy
brought her voice down to a whisper, as though she were scared someone was
eavesdropping, "I'm finding myself getting attracted to girls"

"You're a lesbian?" asked Solange, totally flabbergasted by the piece of
information she had just received.  Mandy Moore practically wrote the book
of pure, chaste and innocent girls.  This was the last thing she would have
expected to hear

"I don't know if I am", said Mandy, "I'm so confused, I can't be a lesbian,
but I just can't help myself"

"It's alright if you like girls", said Solange, "I mean, if that's what
makes you happy, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself"

"You don't understand", said Mandy "it's a really long story"

"I'm listening", said Solange, still not sure she was imagining this.  She
had been torturing herself with her desire for her sister, and now this was
another girl, the most unlikely person she would have ever imagined,
telling her she harbored desires for females

"A few months ago", began Mandy, "I kinda fooled around with a girl.
She's...you know her, Avril Lavigne, the singer, she came to visit me on
the set of "Saved", and we were talking in my trailer, and she ended up
kissing me.  I was totally shocked, but she managed to convince me to go
along with it.  She said it would make me feel good, and she wasn't lying,
it felt so amazing"

"So you guys...kissed?" asked Solange, who was struggling to keep her mouth
from hanging open upon learning of another teen pop sensation who was into
this sort of thing

"Well, we started out kissing", said Mandy, "but she began to do other
stuff to me too.  She took off my shirt and started sucking on my...", she
hesitated for a minute, "boobs, and it was so amazing, her mouth was just
so soft and smooth, and I hadn't felt like that before.  After that, she
went down on me"

"She actually ate you out?", Solange asked, not bothering to mask her
extreme surprise

"Yeah, oh my God, it was so amazing", cried Mandy, "she did stuff to me
that I never thought was possible.  It was almost like I was seeing stars.
I screamed and shouted words that I didn't even know I knew, and when I
came, oh my God, it was amazing"

"So you liked it" noted Solange

"I loved it", said Mandy, "she even asked me to go down on her as well, and
I did it, and she tasted so nice, and it was just so arousing to hear her
scream my name when I was causing her so much pleasure.  It was the best
experience ever"

"So what's the problem now?", asked Solange

"For days, I couldn't think of anything else, I kept daydreaming and
fantasizing about Avril, I knew this was something I wanted to keep doing",
said Mandy, a faint trace of a smile on her face.  "When I couldn't take it
anymore, I actually flew all the way to Toronto, where she was on tour"

"And what happened there?" Solange asked, eager to know

"I decided to surprise her after her show.  I bought tickets and watched it
from the audience, and it was amazing.  Throughout the time she was
performing, I just kept looking at her and reliving the experience we
shared.  She looked so beautiful up onstage with her guitar"

"Wow", said Solange, moved by the emotion in Mandy's voice

"And after the show, I went backstage", Mandy continued, "I didn't have a
pass, but luckily I was recognized, and I eventually went to see Avril"

"And what happened?", Solange questioned

"She snubbed me", Mandy said before bursting into tears again, "She acted
like I was just some normal person.  She shook my hand and just treated me
so casually, and when I pulled her aside to ask why she was acting that way
after what we had just experienced, she acted like she didn't know what I
was talking about"

"Are you serious?" exclaimed Solange?

"Yeah", Mandy continued tearfully, "I cried and begged and pleaded with her
not to deny us, just to have sex with me one more time, and she eventually
said that she was not gay and did not take what we did seriously, and that
it was just a little bit of fun"

"Oh my God, that's mean", Solange cried

"I know, I tried to tell her that I couldn't stop thinking about her, and
she laughed at me, and eventually asked her bodyguards to throw me out"

"I'm sorry", Solange commiserated

"Thanks.  I tried to put it past me and continue my life normally, you
know, record my album, finish my movie, and continue dating Andy, but it
became so hard.  I got over Avril, but I couldn't get over the way I
enjoyed making love to a girl, and now, I can't stop fantasizing about
women"

"Wow"

"It's like every hot girl I see, I immediately start staring at her, just
checking out her breasts or her butt, and start imagining what it would be
like just to kiss her, or to have her suck on my breasts.  And I have to
keep all this within me, since everybody sees me as Mandy the good girl,
and I can't even start to imagine what would happen if my family or my fans
found out I liked girls.  I bet you think I'm like some big perv now"

"No, I don't", Solange assured her, "I understand what you're going
through, and I just wish there's something I could do to help"

"But there is", said Mandy, a sly look creeping all over her tear-stained
face

"What is...oh my God", gasped Solange as she suddenly realized what Mandy
was insinuating

"Since I saw you today, Solange, I haven't been able to stop fantasizing
about you.  I think you're so beautiful, and I've been stopping myself from
not pouncing on you and jumping your bones all along", said Mandy, "I hope
I'm not being too direct"

          Solange could have died from the overwhelming mix of emotions
that hit her at that very moment.  Part of her was totally surprised that
Mandy Moore was actually hitting on her.  Another part was offended that
Mandy could actually proposition her like that.  But mostly, she was
extremely turned on.  Mandy's regaling of her experience with Avril had
totally excited her.  She had never actually fantasized about being with
any other woman besides her sister, but as she pictured Mandy and Avril
going at it, she couldn't help soaking her panties.  Mandy was an
irresistibly cute girl, her short black hair making her look more alluring
than Solange had ever seen her, and even though her face was currently red
from all the tears she had just shed, Solange found herself inexplicable
attracted to the teen pop sensation.

"So what is it that you're asking me?" she asked Mandy

"I was just wondering whether you'd mind if I..." she cut herself short and
leant forward, taking Solange's mouth with hers.

Solange had not really expected that, and did not know how to react as
Mandy's lips gently brushed against hers and began to kiss her.  She had
only kissed two guys in her life, and they were, at best, inept.  This was
totally different.  Mandy's lips were so soft and smooth and felt like warm
velvet against hers.  Without exerting too much force, Mandy gently parted
her lips and slipped a little bit of her tongue in.  Solange opened her
mouth for easy access and softly touched her on tongue against the
19-year-old's.

Mandy gently moaned as she brought her hand up and meekly began to caress
the younger girl's neck as they both kissed.  She could tell that Solange
was feeling a little bit apprehensive, but she also knew that she was
enjoying it, as she had not complained or objected at all.  She had not
dared dream that things would turn out so good.  She had wanted to make a
move all along, but was too scared, and decided to restrain herself, lest
Solange get enraged and kick her out of her house.  And there was of
course, the possibility of Solange telling people about it, and her secret
getting out.  However, the way things seemed to be going, there did not
seem a remote possibility of that happening, so she decided to pay
attention to what was turning out to be one hell of a kiss.

The two girls eventually disentangled, Mandy stroking Solange's cheek
before breaking into a smile

"Did you like that?", she asked

"Oh yes, it was completely awesome", blushed Solange, "that's the best kiss
I've ever had"

"Have you ever done anything with a girl before?", asked Mandy.  Solange
shook her head

"Well, let me show you", she offered, "I promise you that it will be
amazing"

"Why don't we go into my bedroom", replied Solange, "it'll be more
comfortable there.  And I want this first time to be special"

"Oh, I assure you it will be.  I'll try my best at least", Mandy promised

          Solange took Mandy's hand and led her towards the spare bedroom
which she was occupying while she was staying with Beyonce.

"Nice room", complimented Mandy, as she looked at the massive posters of 50
Cent staring down at her, "I thought you only stayed here occasionally, how
come it's decorated and stuff"

"I twisted Beyonce's arm to let me put up pictures.  I can't sleep without
looking at 50's face every night"

"You like 50 Cent?" asked Mandy

"Oh, he's so dreamy", laughed Solange, popping a disc into her CD player "I
almost freaked out when Beyonce introduced me to him

"What are you playing", asked Mandy, as some soft soul music began to play

"I'm put in Barry White's Greatest Hits if you don't mind", said Solange,
as the words `I can't get enough of your love" filled the room in a rich
baritone

"Are you kidding, Barry White is amazing", said Mandy, "his music is so
soulful and sexy, I can't imagine a better singer to make love to"

"Speaking of making love", smile Solange as she approached the girl who was
soon to become her lover, "where were we?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Mandy apprehensively, "You don't
have to if you don't want to"

"You're not going to pull an Avril on me are you?", laughed Solange,
"giving me a piece of the pie and then taking it all away"

"Very funny", laughed Mandy as she pulled the other girl close to her,
"Come here, you sexy thing"

          The two girls began to kiss again, although this time around, it
lacked the gentleness and simplicity of the other one.  This was a
passionate, urgent and intense kiss, and the two girls clung on to each
other as though for dear life.  Solange's arms were wrapped tightly on to
Mandy's waist, while Mandy's own arms were vigorously caressing Solange's
back.  Their tongues were skillfully wrestling with each other, giving them
both throbs of pleasure.  Solange loved the way Mandy's breasts crushed
right into hers, and she was basking in the lust she felt for the girl.

          Solange gasped in pleasure as Mandy's hand made for underneath
her shirt and began to fondle her breast through her bra.  Mandy's touch
was so deft and soft, and she could not remember ever feeling such
pleasure.  She decided to use her instinct and go ahead instead of being
led all the way, so she began to tug at the hem of Mandy's black T-shirt,
indicating that she wanted it off.  Mandy seemed to get the message and
gently moved away so that Solange could pull it up and over her head.
Mandy was in her white bra and blue jeans as she stood there kissing the
young girl.

          They fell to the large bed, and Mandy found herself on top of
Solange as she began to unbutton the blouse she was wearing.  She did this
and then brought her hands round to her back, unclasping the bra that
Solange was wearing.  Solange breathed real loud as Mandy brought her mouth
to her boobs and began to gently lick.  She flicked her tongue against her
nipple, which had long since grown erect.  Solange began to stroke Mandy's
short hair as she pleasured her.  Her boobs were not extremely large, at
least not as large as her sister's, but they were full and ripe enough for
Mandy to enjoy, and she did look as if she was doing so.

"You like the way I'm sucking your boobs", Mandy asked as she took a brief
respite

"Yes, I love it", Solange replied

"Then tell me", Mandy directed, "tell me that you like the way I'm sucking
you and you want me to keep doing it"

"I love the way you're sucking my tits Mandy", moaned Solange, "oh yes,
please, continue, please, continue"

          Spurred by Solange's talk, Mandy decided to continue her quest of
this young vixen's body, and began to kiss her way downwards, while Solange
continued to spur her on

"Yes Mandy, go down, go all the way down, my pussy is so wet for you, and I
can't wait to see you eat me out and make me come, oh please Mandy"

          Mandy pulled down Solange's skirt and panties, and hesitated for
a minute.  Solange's young, dark pussy was staring at her, looking so
inviting and appealing, its addictive scent wafting through Mandy's nose.
She could not get over how beautiful this virgin pussy looked.  It was
slightly shaven, and the mound of hair right above it looked divine.

"Come on, what are you waiting for, fuck me Mandy, come on, do whatever you
want to do to me", Solange yelled

          Mandy brought her finger to Solange's pussy and carefully
inserted a finger into the tip of Solange's tight pussy

"You're still a virgin?", she asked

"Yes, I am", gasped Solange, "I'm a virgin"

"What, Bow Wow didn't get to fuck you before you dumped him", teased Mandy,
"well that's good because I can make you feel better then any puppy can"

"THEN LICK MY PUSSY NOW", screamed Solange

          Without a word, Mandy brought her face down to Solange's twat and
began to lick.  It tasted really good, nothing like Avril's though.  This
was her second taste of pussy, and both she had experienced so far tasted
good in their own distinct, unique way.  She guessed no two women were
alike, and thus, had their own distinctive taste.  She brought her tongue
out and inserted it into her pussy like she would a dick, and began to
thrust it in and out.  Solange was yelling at the top of her lungs, telling
Mandy what to do to her, and exclaiming how much she loved the way Mandy
was making love to her.

          Her hands were all over her body, rubbing her firm breasts and
joining Mandy's mouth in providing succor for herself down at her pussy.
She was biting her fingers to keep her from yelling so loud that someone
outside would hear.  She had never ever felt this good before.  She had
never even thought she would be with a woman at all just less than an hour
ago.  She had of course had her Beyonce fantasies, but since she knew
nothing would ever come of that, she had never really allowed herself to
believe anything would happen.

          Her mind went to Beyonce, and she pictured her exquisite face as
Mandy continued to pleasure her.  This kind of pleasure was insanely
delicious, and she just wished it were possible for her to share this kind
of pleasure with her.  All thoughts of her sister evaporated though, as she
felt herself coming towards an orgasm.

          Solange had reached orgasm many times while masturbating, but she
obviously had never done so with external aid, and from the way she felt as
she approached her high, she knew that this was going to be an orgasm for
the record books.  She jerked as she felt the first signs hit her.  She
couldn't restrain herself from screaming

"Oh my God, Mandy, oh yes, I'm about to come, I'm about to come for you, oh
yes, please make me come, make me come all over your mouth, and then you
can taste me all you want, oh YES, YES, YES, YES, OH YES, OH MANDY,
YEEEEEESSSSSS"

          Solange felt herself crash against the bed as she came down from
the throes of ecstasy she had just experienced.  This was without a doubt
the most erotic and exciting thing that had happened to her.  Mandy had not
been kidding when she said it would feel great.  In fact, if anything, she
had underestimated how awesome it would feel.  She could not think straight
yet, but she definitely knew that this was the way love making was supposed
to be, and despite that fact that she had not experienced the other kind,
it did not seem necessary

"Did you like it?" asked Mandy as she lay next to her and stroked her face

"That was unbelievable" remarked Solange, "Wow, how can I ever thank you?"

"I think I have a few ways you could do that", smiled Mandy as she leaned
in for a kiss.









          Beyonce stormed into the hotel elevator full of rage.  She was
going to kill that little bratty sister of hers as soon as she was able to
lay her hands on her.  As she pressed the floor number of her destination
and watched the doors shut, she hoped she would find Solange at home.  She
was worried sick and hoped she had found an alternative means of getting
home.

          She had been to her label to work out a few details about the
release of her album, and they had decided to drag her into a meeting.  She
remembered that she was supposed to go and pick up her sister, but they did
not allow her to wriggle out of it, so she had called her up and apologized
profusely to her.

          She understood of course that Solange would be impatient and not
want to wait for hours, but she should at least have had the common
courtesy to call.  She had rushed through her meeting and eventually rudely
left, and upon rushing to the Vanity Fair building, Solange was nowhere to
be found.  She tried calling her cell phone, but nobody answered, and in a
rush of panic, decided to rush back home, hoping that Solange had found
someone to roll with.

          Traffic had been a bitch, and she was so wrought with worry and
frustration as she reached one hold-up after another.  While on the
freeway, she had broken the speed limit in her rush to get home and see if
her sister was there, and had been apprehended by a cop.  Luckily for her,
the policeman recognized her, and let her go, but not before he made her
sign about 20 autographs for all his nieces and nephews.  She had tried to
remain pleasant, and eventually, after about ten minutes, he had let her
go.

          She reached the floor her penthouse suite was, and stepped out of
the elevator.  She had been renting this suite for months, and it was
almost beginning to feel like home to her, even though she was so busy that
she was hardly there.  She felt a bit guilty that she had not really found
time to hang out with Solange, who was only in town for a few more days.
She knew how much her sister looked up to and admired her, and she always
tried to set a good example, but still, she always felt she wasn't being a
good enough sister.  She promised herself she was going to make it up to
Solange.  How she was going to do it, she didn't know, but she did know.

          She inserted her key in the lock, and was surprised to see that
the door was unlocked.  Relief washed over her, as this meant that Solange
must be home.  She was going to wring her neck for not notifying her of her
movement.  As she walked in and shut the door, she stopped in her tracks
when she heard something that definitely resembled a voice coming from one
of the bedrooms.  It was probably Solange talking to herself or watching
TV, she told herself as she bolted the door shut.  She decided she was
going to give her little sister the scare of her life by creeping in and
making a loud noise, much like they used to do when they were kids.

          Moving closer, however, she was shocked to hear that not only was
there more than one voice coming from Solange's bedroom, they definitely
were sounds of lovemaking.  Could Solange be... no, it was not possible.
Perhaps she ordered porn or something - that could be the only explanation.
She felt weird at the thought of her little sister masturbating to what
sounded like lesbian porn, but she knew it definitely was preferable to the
alternative.  She just did not want to think of her sister as a sexual
being yet; she was much too young.  Not younger than she was when she had
her first experience, but all the same, that was why she was the elder
sister.

          She tiptoed to the door, and what she saw almost made her eyes
pop out; she was too bewildered to scream.  A naked brunette girl with
short hair, whose identity she hadn't figured out yet, was sitting at the
foot of the bed, her eyes shut in ecstasy, while Solange was kneeling right
in front of her, facing the opposite direction, and munching the hell out
of her pussy.

Beyonce could have died of shock.  She was too shocked to scream, or to
even move.  Her little sister was also into girls?  This was a revelation
that was too weird to comprehend.  She did not know how to react.  She
wanted to leave as fast as she could before making her presence known, but
her legs seemed to fail her.  The girl opened her eyes, and much to
Beyonce's shock, she saw who it was.  Mandy noticed Beyonce's presence at
the exact same time Beyonce noticed who she was.  Both girls widened their
eyes in shock, and managed to restrain themselves from screaming.

             Beyonce did not really know Mandy Moore that well.  They had
of course met at all the usual events, and Beyonce had always found her
extremely attractive.  She smiled in pride that her sister had been able to
work some of the Knowles family charm in getting her into bed.  She stared
at Mandy's gorgeous body, and found herself getting increasingly aroused.
Solange did not know her sister was present yet, and was still hard at work
at her debut pussy eating performance, and she appeared to be doing well at
it.  She obviously had talent, as this was no beginner's luck.

            Beyonce found herself getting turned on here.  She had not been
with a woman in months, ever since the Pepsi party thing with Britney and
Shakira, and she definitely could feel the result of her abstention.  Her
pussy was soaked as she watched the way Mandy's body contorted to Solange's
pussy eating skills.  Mandy moaned and groaned, her eyes locked on
Beyonce's all the while.  Beyonce thought she would die from this
eroticism, it was too god to be true.

"Oh yes", Mandy was moaning, "oh yes, that's how you should lick my pussy,
just like that, oh, fuck me Beyonce"

            Beyonce's eyes popped open, as she could not believe what she
had just heard.  Mandy realized her faux pas a few seconds later as she
brought her hand to cover her open mouth, while Solange suddenly backed
away, and looked back, right at her sister, who was standing there looking
like she had seen a ghost.

"Beyonce, it's not what it looks like", Solange was trying to explain,
"Hear me out, I..."

"Shut up", Beyonce said emptily, "I don't want to hear it"

            Beyonce was looking at her sister's naked body, which she was
not exactly making any effort to conceal, and she was surprised at how
attractive she found it.  Her budding breasts were to die for, and her
curves were definitely awesome.  She tried to snap back to reality.  This
was her younger sister, she couldn't be thinking this way about her sister.
All the same, she had never seen her sister like this before, and she could
not help liking what she was seeing.  She had definitely seen her naked
before, but not in a sexual way.

"I'm sorry Beyonce", Solange was saying, "I don't know what..."

"I said shut up", said Beyonce, as she found herself walking to her sister
and planting her mouth on hers.

            Solange was in shock, she did not know whether to believe what
was happening or not.  She put her arms around her sister and kissed back,
not daring to believe her good luck.  Her sister, whom she had desired for
so long, was finally available to her.  Beyonce pulled away after a while

"No, I'm sorry, this is wrong", she said, "I can't do this, I just can't"

"Why not Sis", said Solange, "I've wanted you for so long"

"You have?", asked Mandy and Beyonce in unison

"Yes I have.  I keep fantasizing about you, and I always felt it was wrong
because you were my sister", said Solange, "but today has made me feel that
if it feels good, then I shouldn't worry about any damn thing"

"But we're sisters", said Beyonce, "and you're just 17, it will feel too
weird"

"But you want me", insisted Solange, "I know you do, I can see it in your
eyes, I can see the way that you're looking at my body, you so want me"

"I do not", said Beyonce, her voice faltering

"Fine then", Mandy cut in, "Just watch this and join in if you want"

            Mandy then walked over and began to kiss Solange.  Beyonce was
almost salivating as she saw her sister and the beautiful singer/actress
gently kiss each other, their hands gently roaming each others' bodies

"Oh, the hell with it, who cares if we're sisters", muttered Beyonce as she
began to pull her clothes off as fast as she could

"Need some help with that, Sis?" offered Solange, "come on Mandy"

            The two girls walked over, and Solange began to take off her
sister's top behind her, while Mandy knelt down and began to unhook her
jeans.  They soon helped the 21 year old out of her clothing, and she was
as naked as the day she was born.  Mandy pushed her onto the bed and
immediately began to work on her pussy, while Solange knelt right over her
face.

            Beyonce could not believe that her little sister's pussy was
right on top of her face.  Her hands on Solange's thighs, she began to lick
Solange's twat as fast and furious as she could.  Mandy was no slouch
either, and she was showing real grasp at sucking Beyonce's pussy.  Beyonce
could not believe she had gone so long without any sex, there was a torrent
of passion within her that was dying to be let loose, a torrent of anger at
Kelly's betrayal, a torrent of dormant passion that had been unused for
months, everything seemed to be at the forefront now, and was begging to be
released.

"Oh yes Sis", Solange was crying, "suck my pussy, my pussy is so hot for
you, I've wanted you for so long, suck it, oh yes"

            Beyonce's orgasm, the first of many that night she was sure,
was approaching, and she was determined to mark it with fanfare.  Pushing
her crotch as close as she could to Mandy's mouth, she exerted all the
skills she knew into the cunninlingus she was giving her younger sibling

"I'm about to come Beyonce, I'm about to come, make me come Sis, NOW"

            The orgasm hit Beyonce like an earthquake.  Her whole body
shook as she experienced the joy that only another woman's tongue could
bring.  Mandy pulled away, her mouth stained all over with Beyonce's girl
cum

"Wow, your sister tastes amazing, Solange", Mandy commented.

"I think I should find out for myself", Solange said, as she lay on the bed
underneath a kneeling Beyonce, while Mandy knelt right in front of Beyonce
and began to kiss her.

            Beyonce did not know what the implications of this lovemaking
session would be in terms of her relationship with her sister.  She did not
know if that would mean she was in a relationship with her now, or if it
was a one-night stand, or if it was going to be an on-and-off thing.  But
she would worry about all that another day.  Right now, she was having all
the fun she could, and she did not care about anything else.  Fuck the fact
that Kelly and Michelle were sleeping together, fuck the stupid label and
their ludicrous demands, fuck the stupid tabloids and magazines who had
nothing better to do but make up cock and bull stories about her love life,
fuck everything else.

            As she kissed Mandy, everything seemed to make sense again, and
it seemed her life had gotten its fulfillment back.  How the hell could she
ever have imagined she would go through life without this?  This was what
she was, and she would not have it any other way.  She would never again
let anything or anyone demoralize her to the point where she would punish
herself by forfeiting this.