Selena gomez & Megan fox

Selenas first lesbian experience

Chapter 1 by Scottytexx Scottytexx

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Selena wasn’t worried about the Teen Choice Awards. Years ago, before her career had taken off, before Wizards of Waverly Place, maybe walking the red carpet might have made her nervous. But she’d been different then–less confident, less sure of herself. Now, she stepped out of her limo, flashed the reporters and the crowd her famous smile, and strutted toward the theater. This was going to be the perfect night.

A couple of reporters wanted a quick question. Selena was happy to oblige. That’s what the red carpet was for, after all. They mostly asked her about the usual stuff–her dress, her nominations, her upcoming projects. It was a little boring talking about the same things all the time, but Selena did it like a pro. She was a celebrity, and this was part of her job.

But a reporter from some website, some online gossip magazine Selena had never heard of, stopped her in her tracks. The reporter introduced himself quickly, slurring his words together, then pushed a microphone in Selena’s face and blurted out his question: “How’s it feel to wear Megan Fox’s skirt? We saw her in it a few minutes ago.”

Selena looked down at her skirt. It was white but covered in complex patterns of gold and silver, from Dolce & Gabbana, and she’d paired it with a sexy bustier top that showed off her toned midriff. Selena loved it, and didn’t care who else had one, so the reporter’s rude question didn’t bother her. What got her thinking was the mention of Megan Fox. Megan Fox. Selena had tried so long to get Megan out of her thoughts, but now this reporter, probably taking pictures for a glorified blog, had once again sent Selena’s mind racing.

Selena’s trademark smile waned. “Well,” she said, “Megan isn’t in this skirt. This one is mine.”

“You know what I mean,” said the reporter, keeping the mic close to Selena’s mouth, almost like he was trying to make her kiss it. “She’s wearing it too.”

“Well, I’m sure she looks amazing,” Selena said, and pushed the mic away. “I can’t wait to compliment her excellent taste.” She felt flustered and wanted to get to the green room as quickly as she could.

She’d never met Megan. She’d thought about her a lot, though. More than she’d ever admitted to anyone, in fact. It started a while back when Megan gave a brutally honest interview. Megan confessed to having had a crush on another girl: “Look, I’m not a lesbian. I just think that all humans are born with the ability to be attracted to both sexes. I mean, I could see myself in a relationship with a girl. I decided that I was going to get her to love me back, and I went out of my way to create a relationship with this girl, a stripper named Nikita.” No big deal, and nothing that concerned Selena. But Megan kept talking. Megan listed some women, some celebrity crushes, and then later in the interview, she said something that almost made Selena pass out when she read it: “Oh, and Selena Gomez! Can I tell you that I seriously only keep paying for the Disney Channel because of that girl? I hate that shit, but every time I get ready to cancel it, I remember that I won’t see Selena anymore if I don’t get Disney.”

It seemed like every last one of Selena’s friends had texted her about that interview, or joked about it on her Facebook. The jokes were all the same: Didn’t know you and Megan were dating! When are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend? Hey Selena, can I watch you and Megan Fox make out some time?

Outwardly, Selena had just laughed it off and rolled her eyes about it. But she read that interview again and again. Was Megan actually attracted to her? Did Megan find her sexy? Did Megan want her? Selena knew Megan was married, but did that also mean Megan was above a fling with a girl on the side?

This wasn’t the first time Selena had had lustful thoughts about another girl. She hadn’t acted on those thoughts yet, but her dirty little mind took her all sorts of places. Sometimes this left Selena with but to slide into a hot tub and rub her pussy for relief, imagining the whole time that she had a sexy girl between her legs, taking care of her.

Plus, Megan was just so sexy. What better girl could there be for Selena’s first lesbian experience? She knew Megan was nominated for “Favorite Hottie” and was pretty confident she’d win it, too. How could she not? That long, lean body with those perfectly proportioned tits. And her eyes! Selena couldn’t think of anyone she’d ever seen with sexier eyes. It wasn’t just that Megan made Selena wonder if she ought to switch teams. No, Megan made Selena wonder if maybe the boys she’d dated were just practice for the real thing.

Selena hurried inside and took her seat near the stage. Just a few moments ago she’d felt so cool and confident. The mere mention of Megan Fox’s name had sent her heart racing. Her stomach felt tight, like her whole body was trying to hide inside itself. All she wanted to do was get through the night without seeing Megan. She was sure that the smallest little conversation with Megan would be a miserable, awkward embarrassment. But at the same time, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted Megan.

The show got started, and Selena began to relax. She won the award for best actress in a comedy, and managed to smile and be charming and gracious while in the spotlight. She let out a deep, contented sigh after she left the stage through the back.

Things were under control, Selena assured herself. She’d managed to not make a complete fool of herself while accepting her first award. No one watching would have the slightest suspicion that she was secretly a bundle of nerves, worrying herself sick about running into Megan Fox, while simultaneously having some particularly impure thoughts about her. Selena could feel her panties getting wet, which made her feel all the more embarrassed. In her guilty mind, everyone looking at her could tell exactly how horny she was, could tell exactly how her own sexy thoughts were making her heart beat double and her pussy tingle. Made her think about Megan and her skirt, and what she might be wearing underneath.

Selena was led by the backstage security away from the curtains and toward a press area. Celebrities and their guests, plus more reporters, mingled and grabbed drinks and snacks off a couple of packed buffet tables. A velvet rope led to an outer corridor that Selena was told she could follow in order to get back to her seat. She had some more awards to win, after all, a smiling stage assistant reminded her.

Selena hurried along, grabbing a small bottle of sparkling water as she passed one of the buffet tables. She was parched. She always got thirsty when she was horny, as though her body couldn’t keep her mouth wet and her pussy wet at the same time. She smiled about her own little dirty joke when someone caught her eye. Fuck! She looked down at her feet. Selena had only just noticed, just seen for a moment, but there was no question. Megan was here, backstage. They’d made eye contact, but only for an instant. Maybe Megan was too busy. Maybe Megan hadn’t recognized her. Selena hurried back to her seat.

She tried to lose herself in the awards show, watching the happy winners scream and run to collect their trophies. In her mind, though, she was backstage with Megan, in some dark corner, their matching skirts rustling against each other as their bodies entwined. Megan rubbing her, Megan pulling her tits out of her top and sucking them eagerly. Megan on her knees with her face under Selena’s skirt, finding Selena’s wet slit with her tongue.

Selena tried to push these thoughts away. It was all just a fantasy, anyway. No way that Megan felt the same way. Selena promised herself a nice, long masturbation session as soon as she got home, then tried thinking about baseball instead of Megan’s tongue fluttering against her clit. Baseball was about the least sexy thing in the world, right? But no. That didn’t work. Selena just thought of Megan in a baseball uniform. Less exciting than their matching skirts, sure. But still pretty sexy.

A few minutes later, Selena and her band, The Scene, won the award for female breakout artist. This was really turning into her night–acting awards, music awards. Selena could do no wrong, it seemed. She hugged her bandmates happily as they left the stage, her bandmates joking about how odd it was for them to win the award for female breakout artist, considering Selena was the only girl of the bunch.

Selena figured she’d get back to her seat again but she felt someone grab her arm. It was her bass player, Joey. “Hey, don’t rush,” he said. “Let’s go meet some people.”

Selena thought she detected a little mischief in his voice but didn’t think much about it. They were all excited about their win. He was probably still just riding the rush of the award and the crowd. She let him lead her. “Okay, but I do have to get back to my seat. Can’t stay here forever.”

“I know, I know,” Joey said, pulling Selena through a tight knot of people. Probably press people surrounding some super famous A-lister, Selena assumed. “Excuse us,” he said, again and again, pushing his way through, earning some dirty looks. Finally, he stopped. “Why look! It’s your old friend!”

Before Selena knew what was happening, she was face to face with Megan Fox. Of course, she thought. That’s why there was such a crowd in this corner. Everyone wanted a piece of Megan. Selena felt herself blush. “Actually, we’ve never met,” she said softly.

Megan gave her an enormous smile. She practically shoved away a couple of reporters, who stormed off. “Oh my god! Finally!” Megan pulled Selena in for a warm hug. Selena felt embarrassed. All she was noticing about the hug was how their breasts pressed together through their tops. Why couldn’t she get her mind out of the gutter?

“Um, hi,” Selena said, feeling more nervous than she’d felt in years.

“You’re winning everything tonight, huh?”

Selena could barely herself to make eye contact. She wanted to hide, or kiss Megan right there. Or run off somewhere quiet and play with herself for relief. Or Joey for putting her in this situation.

“I’ll just leave you two lovers alone,” Joey said, grinning. “Probably got a lot to talk about, I’m sure.”

Megan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Selena felt a little better. It was obvious that Joey felt embarrassed by how poorly Megan had reacted to his dumb joke. “Oh, uh. Just a little joke, right? I mean, from that interview. Um. The one about you, and girls. You know.”

Megan rolled her eyes. “Ohhh. Right, of course. Yes.” She placed herself next to Selena and linked arms with her. “Yes, my girlfriend Selena and I do have a lot to talk about. Come, darling.” Megan pushed Joey aside and stepped toward a row of small dressing rooms.

“I’m really sorry about him,” Selena said. “He’s a good guy, really. Just some of his jokes aren’t that great. All my friends were doing it, making dumb jokes about me and you. I’m sorry.”

Megan smiled. “Whatever. Besides, who wouldn’t want to be your date tonight? You’re basically the biggest celebrity here!”

Selena made a sour face. “Look, I said I was sorry. You don’t have to be sarcastic.”

Megan stopped. She put her hands on Selena’s shoulders and looked her in the eye. “Calm down, princess. I’m not being sarcastic. You are the biggest celebrity here, at least as far as this crowd is concerned. For the kids, the people younger than you, girls especially? You’re the hottest thing going.”

“Wow, um. Thank you.” Selena looked down at her feet. She felt so stupid. Megan was right, of course. Selena knew this should really be her night, and everything was going great. But somehow, Megan kept leaving her tongue-tied.

“And it’s my fault, about the jokes,” Megan said. She slid her hands down Selena’s bare arms, stroking her gently. She rested her fingertips on the waist of Selena’s skirt, tracing her fingers around the top, tracing the line where Selena’s skirt and skin came together. “I didn’t mean to cause you any embarrassment. I really said too much in that interview. I feel kind of silly for that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Selena said. She meant it. “I was flattered. I dunno. I thought it was cool. You know how it is. You get a lot of fan-mail, letters and stuff, just like I do. Mostly from younger kids. But it made me really happy to think about you watching my show. Sounds silly, I know.”

Selena copied Megan, putting her own hands on Megan’s matching skirt. They stood there for a moment, hands on each other. Megan’s fingertips felt so soft and cool against her skin. Selena just wanted to stay right there, just let the night go on forever, and relax in Megan’s glow. Her nervousness started to melt away. Selena locked eyes with Megan, giving her just a little bit of a smile. She felt their connection. She didn’t have to say anything, not with words. Selena let it all out–her fear, her lust. She told Megan everything she was too scared to say out loud in one long, lingering look.

“That doesn’t sound silly at all,” Megan whispered. She looked around, then gently pushed Selena into an empty dressing room. It wasn’t much–basically just a glorified closet with a well-lit mirror and a clothes rack. But it was private. Megan clicked the lock on the door.

Selena bit her lip nervously. Was this it? Was this the moment she’d been waiting for?

“Seemed like it would be nice to get away from everybody for a minute,” Megan said. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind Selena’s ear, her fingertips grazing her cheek.

Selena couldn’t take another second of this. She had to act, had to risk it all. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Megan’s.

Megan wrapped Selena up in her arms. Selena felt Megan’s mouth go soft, felt Megan match her kiss. Megan’s mouth was so warm and wet. So inviting. Made Selena kiss her all the more ravenously. Their mouths opened wider. Selena tasted Megan’s tongue. Selena’s heart raced. She gasped for breath between their deep, wet kisses.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Megan groaned. “So fucking glad you read that interview.”

Selena felt Megan’s hands squeeze her ass through her skirt. Made Selena press her body even tighter against Megan’s. Selena could feel Megan’s mound against her own. Drove her fucking wild, knowing how close their pussies were. So fucking close.

Megan tugged Selena’s skirt up high, exposing her panties. Selena felt Megan’s fingers trace the outline of her pussy lips through the thin fabric, wet with her lust. She sighed ecstatically and pushed her thighs farther apart. Felt so good. Felt so fucking good, the way Megan rubbed at her wet slit, even with the sheer fabric separating Megan’s fingers from her pussy.

“You got me so fucking wet,” Selena gasped. “Been thinking about you ever since, you know. And knowing you were back here? Been having such nasty thoughts about you. You got my panties soaked.”

Megan grinned wickedly, still rubbing Selena. “Well, I can’t say that you got my panties soaked. I hope that doesn’t make you sad,” Megan said, then pulled her skirt up high, above her crotch. “But that’s just because I’m not wearing any.”

Selena whimpered at the sight of Megan’s bare, smooth pussy. “Fuck,” she said. “That’s prefect.” She pushed Megan’s fingers away and pressed her pussy against Megan’s, grinding eagerly.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Megan gasped. She stuck her fingers in Selena’s hair and pulled her in for a deep kiss while the girls rocked their hips in unison.

Selena could barely work her lips to kiss Megan properly. She was so horny, so close to orgasm, that it was almost like her aching clit was the only part of her body she was aware of. Selena felt Megan’s fingers again, only this time, Megan pushed her hand into Selena’s panties, touching her sex directly for the first time. Selena bit her lip to keep from screaming. Didn’t need to let everyone know exactly what was going on between them, while the awards show continued close by.

“You’re so wet,” Megan purred. “So hot on my fingers. God, you’re sexy.”

Selena couldn’t even speak. She just grabbed Megan’s hand, giving her the silent go-ahead. Megan slipped a finger inside her. Selena whimpered. No words, just the soft murmurs of her lust.

Megan licked her ear, then grazed her teeth against Selena’s soft lobe. “I need your pussy so bad baby,” Megan whispered, a fingertip rubbing at Selena’s clit.

“Fuck,” was all Selena could say. Her body was rigid, heart beating in her ears. Knew she’d be cumming before long.

Megan pulled her fingers out of Selena’s panties. Selena thought she’d pass out. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she moaned, nearly frantic.

Megan smiled at her, then sucked on one of her wet fingertips, rolling her eyes back in ecstasy. “My fingers taste amazing,” she said, then wiped her fingertips across Selena’s own lips. “I need a better taste.”

Before Selena could react, Megan dropped to her knees in front of her and jerked her panties down to her feet. “You better fucking spread,” she commanded, and helped Selena step out of her underwear.

Selena watched Megan press the sheer, pink panties into her purse. “Those are mine now,” she said, grinning, then brought her mouth to Selena’s wet slit.

The first lick was pure ecstasy, even better than Selena had let herself imagine. Selena had never felt anything that could compare to Megan’s long, wet tongue against her clit. Selena had to lean against the wall for balance. She worried she’d fall right over. She felt out of control. Megan was in charge.

“You taste so fucking good,” Megan said, in between licks.

Selena felt Megan’s tongue darting back and forth between her tight hole and her clit. Wouldn’t take much more. Wouldn’t take much more at all. She whimpered. She squeezed Megan’s shoulder, squeezing tighter and tighter as her orgasm approached. “Oh fuck, oh baby, oh fuck, oh baby,” she said softly, like a mantra. “Oh fuck.”

Megan’s tongue moved faster, faster, as Selena squeezed her shoulder tighter and tighter. So close. She felt Megan push a finger deep inside her. Felt so fucking good. “Fuck me,” she begged. “More, more.”

Megan complied, adding a second finger. Selena gasped.

“Whatever you fucking say, baby. Whatever you fucking say.”

Selena looked down at Megan. Selena pulled her skirt up higher. She wanted a better look, wanted to be able to see Megan’s long tongue lapping at her clit. Megan looked so sexy. Her eyes devoured her with a look of desire more intense than anything Selena had ever seen. And her tongue! Moving so quickly against her clit. Selena could barely stand it, but still she wanted more. Needed more. She pulled her top down, freeing her tits. Selena licked her fingertips and pinched her own nipples.

“You look so fucking sexy like that,” Megan said. “Love you touching yourself.” Made Selena pinch her nipples even harder. She watched as Megan wrapped her full, sexy lips around her clit and sucked, still using her tongue and fingers. Fucking perfect.

That was it. The orgasm hit Selena’s whole body in waves. She felt the ecstatic release wash over her, radiating from her pussy, spreading from her core to her toes, to her finger tips. “Fuckkkkkkkkk,” she whimpered. She grabbed Megan’s hair, pulled her face even tighter against her pussy, needing her there, close, for just a moment more. Just a moment more. Bucking her hips, grinding her clit against Megan’s soft, wet mouth.

“Oh my god,” Selena said softly, relaxing her grip. “Oh my god.”

Megan stood up, grinning devilishly. Her face glistened with Selena’s lust. Megan licked her lips slowly, seductively, as much for Selena’s benefit as her own, then wiped her face with her fingertips. “You’re amazing,” Megan said softly. She wiped her fingers on Selena’s skirt. “And pretty wet, too.” She gave Selena a long, soft kiss.

Selena felt herself returning slowly to her senses, but still basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. “We can’t leave yet,” she said. “Wouldn’t be fair.” She reached for Megan’s pussy, so eager to make Megan feel what she’d just felt, but Megan was fixing her skirt.

“I guess you’ll have to owe me,” Megan said. “I gotta go get an award or something. You know how it is, babe. You’ve got about a million. You’re the queen.”

Selena stepped between Megan and the door. “I am the queen,” she said. “And you can fucking wait, says the queen.”

Megan grinned. “Oh, can I?”

Selena nodded. “You’ll thank me for it, I know.”

Megan leaned in and cupped Selena’s breasts roughly, squeezing. She brought her lips to Selena’s nipple and sucked while Selena stroked her hair. “Oh fuck that’s good,” she sighed. Megan gave her a playful nip with her teeth then switched to her other nipple.

“But it’s not time for that.” Selena pulled away from Megan’s mouth. “We don’t have long, so I need to use all our time on your pussy.” Selena led Megan to the little desk by the makeup mirror.

Megan rested her palms on the desk, bent forward. She looked back over her shoulder. “What do you have in mind, exactly?” She gave her ass a shake.

Selena dropped to her knees. “You’ll see.” She pushed Megan’s skirt up high, exposing her tight ass. Selena pushed Megan’s legs even farther apart and started kissing her softly. Her thighs. Her pretty ass cheeks. Selena loved the way Megan’s skin felt on her lips. Soft and cool. And she could smell how horny Megan was, too. Smelled so fucking good.

Megan bent down lower, as though she needed any more encouragement. Selena grabbed Megan’s ass and squeezed, and pushed her face against her wet pussy. So hot and inviting. Selena licked eagerly, for a taste of Megan’s lust. Felt so fucking good on her tongue. She found her tight hole and pushed her tongue in deep. Fucked her with her tongue. Selena’s nose pressed up against Megan’s tight little asshole as she worked her tongue back and forth, from her hole to her clit. She felt her face getting wetter with Megan’s nectar.

Megan rocked her hips back and forth, pressing her pussy against Selena’s face. Selena loved how she tasted. Couldn’t get enough. Didn’t care about winning any more awards. Didn’t care what she missed. Just needed her mouth on Megan’s pussy.

Megan reached back and grabbed her own ass, spreading her cheeks apart, just a little. Was that a signal? It had to be a signal. Selena licked all the way from Megan’s clit to her asshole in a long, frenzied stroke. Then again, then again.

“Oh my fucking god,” Megan said in a whimper. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Oh fuck. Your tongue in my ass. Fuck!”

Selena pushed her tongue harder against Megan’s tight little asshole. Could hardly believe what was happening, could hardly believe what she was doing, what she wanted to do. Shoving her eager little tongue hard as she could, making her tongue stiff against Megan’s ass.

“Now my clit,” Megan begged. “Suck my fucking clit. Please! Please!”

Selena wrapped her lips around Megan’s clit in a deep kiss, working both her lips and tongue fast as she could. Her nose pressed against Megan’s tight, wet hole. Selena could barely breathe, the way Megan pressed her pussy to her face. She didn’t care. Needed to make Megan cum. Needed to feel Megan’s pussy tighten when she came. needed to hear her scream.

“Fuck,” Megan grunted. “So good. Fuck. So close.”

Selena’s tongue danced against Megan’s clit while Megan bucked her pussy back against Selena’s face.

“Yes,” Megan groaned. “Yes. Yesyesyes. Yessssss!”

Selena felt Megan’s body go stiff, then relax, with a last loud moan. Selena kept licking, kept sucking at her sweet, wet pussy, getting every bit of her taste. She felt Megan’s pussy twitch as she came, then let her tongue slow down as she sensed Megan start to calm down after her orgasm.

Megan turned around and sat on the desk, then pulled Selena up to her face. They kissed deeply, Selena’s mouth still wet from Megan’s slit. “Thank you,” Megan said. “Thank you.” Over and over, in between kisses, her lips on Selena’s mouth, cheeks, chin. “Thank you.”

“Whatever,” Selena said, laughing. “I probably made you miss an award. They’ll probably give it to someone else now, because you were too busy getting your pussy licked.”

Megan shrugged. “There are other awards. Awards are no big deal. But the chance to get eaten out by someone as sexy as you? You know I can’t turn that down.” She gave Selena a last long, soft kiss. Then Megan checked herself in the mirror. She reapplied lipstick hurriedly, tried to smooth her skirt, then unlocked the door. “Nice to finally meet you, baby.” She gave Selena a wink, and bolted out the door.

Selena collapsed on the dressing room’s only chair, then pulled her top back up over her breasts and took a moment to fix her hair in the mirror. She wondered if anyone would suspect. She kind of hoped someone would. She was proud. Not a lot of girls managed to get licked in the middle of an awards show, after all. Let alone with Megan Fox, of all people. Selena was as proud of that as any of her awards.

She stepped out of the dressing room, and looked at all the other award winners and stage hands and press people, scurrying around, oblivious to what had just happened in that little room. Selena took her time getting back to her seat, wondering who’d notice that she smelled like sex. She would collect another couple awards still, but that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. She wasn’t thinking of this as an awards night anymore. Selena was only thinking of Megan, knowing that this wouldn’t be their last time together. It couldn’t be.

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