Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2002 04:27:14 +0000
From: Empress Vader <empressvader01@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jessica Alba and Her Girl

Title: Jessica Alba and Her Girl pt. 1
Author: EV

Summary: Jessica Alba and Valarie Rae Miller get closer

Disclaimer: The intimate female/female action between Jessica Alba and
Valarie Rae Miller in this story is a complete figment of my imagination.
This fantasy implies nothing about the sexuality of Jessica and Valarie.
Since the show is mentioned, I should say Dark Angel is the creation of
James Cameron and Charles Eglee and produced by Cammeron/Eglee in
association with FOX.

feedback: I love feedback. Feedback should be sent to
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I am planning more stories as a sequel to this one.
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It was a Saturday. Jessica kissed Micheal good-bye as he took his son to
see his mother. They traded off weeks with the child. When he was there it
was fun to play mommy and wife, prove to Mike she wasn't just some silly
little teenage girl. But when he left, they got to be that young couple in
love. She should have been satisfied, except she wasn't, not anymore. It
wasn't that Mike was any different, it's just that they had reached the
"comfortable" stage in there relationship and everything was just the same
ol, same ol and she wanted more.

She was glad to be hanging with Val today. Much like Mike, Val and her own
relationship had transferred from on-screen on Dark Angel to off-screen so
easily. Every chance they got, they worked out together. She never admitted

to Mike how much she loved seeing Val all hot and sweaty.

Today they had been running and decided to stop at Val's house after, Val
had undressed right in front of her and too her own surprised seeing the
sexy brown beauty in her birthday suit had made her hot. Then she offered
to share the shower, conserve water. She said there was no need in wasting
water and they could wash each other's backs. Jessica felt her body get
more that a little excited at the invitation, but she dismissed the thought

and tried not to stare at all as she undressed herself.

Val was already in the shower when she stepped in. The first thing she saw
was soap rolling over the other woman's taunt nipples. Her breast were firm

and full. She tried not to look any further as she began to wash.

"Wash my back?" Val asked.

Her voice had a deep sort of purr to it sometimes. Sometimes on set when
she was pretending to flirt with some girl, there was this "come hither
look" that made her want to cum. Did she really think that--no they were
just friends. But somehow being so near the fantasy when she was playing
Max and Val was playing Original Cindy, made her think about it. Jessica
rubbed across her back all the way down to her round butt. But she wouldn't

wash that low, wouldn't even touch it. The image of cupping the two solid
cheeks in her hands, maybe even kissing them, was to much of a temptation.

"Now you," Val said, feeling that Jess had stopped. Jess turned and Val
began washing her back. Val noticed a bruise on her lower back. "Is this
from that stunt you did last week?"

"Yeah," Jess said. Val rubbed her hand across it, gently. She couldn't hide

her shiver.

"Damn them for messing up this perfect little body," Val said as her hand
traveled lower, cupping one of Jess' cheeks in her hand, briefly. Then
washing her back as she was suppose to be doing in the first place.

They didn't say much of anything else as they finished their shower in
silence.


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Afterward, Jess sat in the living room trying to rationalize things. Val
hadn't actually cupped her ass, why would she? They were friends, that was
it. She picked up a magazine with Val on the cover. She heard Val come in,
but didn't look up from the magazine, she wasn't ready for eye contact yet.

"That's the only covers I get, lesbian magazines, unlike you miss glamor
girl."

"Oh come on, everyone knows you're hot."

"The black press pretty much ignores me too. When's the last time you've
seen Original Cindy advertised under blacks in Television? I don't matter
until they start talking about gays in television. Then comes the big
question, are you gay? And I'm like, does it matter? It's all bullshit. I
guess it's for the best though, I go work and I get to go out in the street

without being too noticeable."

Jess put down the magazine, ready to assure her she was talented and then
she saw Val didn't have a stitch of clothing on. Not a towel, anything.

"Val, I don't mean to be rude, but--"

"I like to air dry. Wrapping up to fast makes me feel all icky. Don't you
ever walk around the house naked?"

"No," Jess replied. "But usually I have company."

"I'm sure Mike wouldn't mind. Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No--no"

"Yes it does, I'll go put on a robe."

She got up to leave the room.

"It's your house," Jess yelled. "You shouldn't have to change for me."

"Well technically, I'll not changing. I'm putting something on."

"You don't have to, I mean it's not like there's -- You have a beautiful
body you know."

"Really," Val said looking at herself, running a hand over her own body,
making Jess short of breath. "Well it's not as beautiful as yours."

"You have to be kidding," Jess said. "You're just--"

Val studied her for awhile. "Jess, you ever think about touching me?"

"I--"

Val walked over to her and sat next to her.

"It's okay," Val said. "We're friends."

"Mike--"

"We don't have to tell him."

"I'm not, you know, gay."

"I told you," Val said. "It's all bullshit. It's just sex and desire and
bodies and heat and lust, it doesn't have to be a black and white issue."
Val's hands were caressing her own breast, and despite herself Jess wanted
to suck on her nipples like a little baby. She tried to resist the urge to
lick her lips, but lost the fight. "I want you to touch me. I want to touch

you, just like this. I'm all wet thinking about it."

Her hand hand traveled downstairs and Jess sat transfixed as it traveled
down to her dark V. She watched Val caress her own pink clit, fascinated
more than she could say. She tasted her fingers. "I'm so hot just sitting
her with you, but I wish you would touch me."

Her heart beat was racing. Val took her hand and she didn't fight it as she

greeted the other woman's wetness. The Val kissed her. The voluptuous
Valarie Rae Miller kissed her. Jessica didn't fight it one bit. She let her

hand be guided by Val's until she understood the other woman's body, what
made her wriggle, what made her gasp. Each reaction of pleasure made her
more and more confident, more and more on fire.

"You fuck me so good Jessica," Val whispered as Jess moved down to her
breast and took the taste she had been waiting for. "Yes, suck on me like a

little baby." Val said.

Jess was lost in passion, feeling out each reaction in her friends body.
She had never felt so in control. So she dared to move father down her
body, to suck on her friend's clit, it drove her Valarie crazy. Val begged
for more, soon she had three fingers up inside her friend as she clawed the

side of the couch.

"I have to cum, I have to cum," she began to mumble. "I'm--"

She never finished. Jess was right there lapping it up, as she climaxed.
Then Val kissed Jessica, tasting herself on Val's lips.

"You were so good baby," Val said.

"When can we do it again?" Jess said.

"Whenever you want," Val said kissing her deeply. "Whenever you want."


End part one.