A Step Up,
	an erotic tale by AchtungNight

Celebs- Anne Hathaway, Emily Blunt.
Codes- FF, oral.

Intro: Greetings. The inspiration for this tale came to me while
I was reading a LiveJournal celebrity blog recently. Judging by
some comments I saw on there, I was not the only one who got such
ideas from said blog. For the record, I had these ideas before I
started reading the blog comments, though of course I still thank
all those who helped my inspiration take form. I hope you will
enjoy the results. Feedback is greatly desired and appreciated.
Email- DougElder21@yahoo.com

Legal Stuff:
-This story is mine, and may not be posted anywhere without my
permission (if you want it on your free adult site, just ask).
-This story contains graphic sexual situations and adult themes.
It is not appropriate for those under age 18, the close-minded,
and the immature. If that's you, or this stuff is illegal in your
part of the world, please stop reading now.
-This story is a work of fiction, even though it is based on real
people and events. Grand dramatic license has been taken with the
real people and events featured herein, as is the author's way.
This tale is written for entertainment purposes only, and not to
suggest, expose, or endorse anything. As far as I know, Anne
Hathaway, Emily Blunt, and the other celebrities mentioned in
this tale do not have sexual relationships with each other in
reality. Any and all details of whatever relationships they do
have in reality are their business alone. Fantasizing and writing
about the possibilities is only my sometimes hobby and all
readers should know, as I know, that possibilities are not real
life.

Additional notes: Thanks to KMB for some of the background that
went into this. And his awesome Harem stories, of course (which
my stories are inspired by but do not take place alongside).

And now, without further ado...
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A Step Up
London, England. July 2008.

	"I'm glad you know this city," one shapely dark-haired girl said
to the other as they danced. "I never would have found this
place!"

	"Oh come on!" the other laughed. "It stands out!"

	"No, really, Bluntz," Anne Hathaway countered, "it doesn't. No
sign, old furniture outside- if not for the line, I wouldn't have
even known it was a club!"

	Emily Blunt smiled in agreement. For her and many other
customers of Inside Out, that was part of the place's charm. Even
though it was obvious once you knew about it, the club still
retained enough secrecy to stay hidden from the casual observer.
Then there was the unique atmosphere- the outside of the club had
couches and tables where people could sit while waiting to get in
and the interior had an asphalt floor with immobile cars parked
in the middle so it looked like you were dancing in the street.
The manager claimed he'd gotten the idea from a Will Ferrell
movie. Whatever the theme's origin, Emily liked it. She also
liked that she and Anne were being treated little different than
any of the other many beautiful girls in the place. None of the
other patrons had yet seemed to recognize them as celebrities. Of
course, she mused, the fact that we're not wearing makeup and her
latest film, Get Smart, has yet to come out over here is probably
helping that too.

	"Hi. Mind if I cut in?" a good-looking young man asked, moving
close and smiling at the ladies.

	"Sorry," Emily shook her head at him, manuevering Anne around
the front of a red Ford pickup that had the floor's central spot.
"We've both had recent bad breakups, so it's girls' night. Maybe
next time, though, okay?" She grinned as she looked him up and
down.

	"Fine," the young man shrugged and headed away. Emily flashed
him another smile, but he did not look back.

	"That's the fourth guy you've turned down tonight," Anne raised
an eyebrow at her friend. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you
were plotting something."

	"Me?" Emily replied, spinning her taller friend as the rock
music playing hit a high note. The dancing was friendly but not
too close. She looked towards the bar, hoping for some sign if
she was being too obvious. Doug the manager, the only other
person who knew of her plot, did not look back. Okay, Emily
thought, probably still good.

	"Right," Anne laughed as she returned to facing Emily. Her
expression showed nothing. "Seriously, though, thank you for
this. Shopping, dinner, three clubs so far. I really needed it."

	Emily nodded. "I needed it too."

	The bad breakups she'd mentioned had not been a lie. She had
just left the singer she'd been dating for a number of years.
Though it had ended on good terms, it still hurt for both of
them. Oh well, our schedules just wouldn't work together anymore,
she sighed. It had to end sooner or later. And it could have been
worse. Anne's fiance just got busted by the Feds, after months of
her family and friends warning her about him. She dared to
believe in him, she thought she loved him, then she had to let
him go. It was for the best, for her and her career. But I know
she's really messed up over it. This night out is part of the
therapy, the best I can give.

	She and Anne had been good friends since they had filmed The
Devil Wears Prada together a few years ago. Their characters had
pretty much hated each other on-screen, but off-screen they
laughed out loud at each other's antics and bonded well. They
still hung out together regularly, whenever their schedules
allowed. In the past, it had been mostly double dates, the girls'
nights few and far between. They may get more frequent soon,
though, Emily thought, if all I have planned tonight goes well.
She moved back and forth across the floor with Anne a few more
times, then released her as the song came to an end.

	"Whoa," Anne stumbled as they stepped back towards the club's
imitation outdoor cafe/bar. She paused to lean up against a
table, remove her left high heel, and massage her foot. "I'm a
little unsteady. Remind me again why we wore these." The rest of
their attire was casual: jeans, jackets, and cotton blouses- the
latter two items black for Emily and red for Anne.

	"It was your idea, Annie," Emily reminded her, not wanting to
mention it had played right into her hands. Walking all evening
in the heels and then dancing in them had gotten her friend worn
out. Me too, Emily thought, but I hope we're both still ready for
what's ahead.

	"Really?"

	"Yes," Emily nodded, rolling her eyes. "Let's sit down for a
while, okay?" She motioned Anne towards the bar, where Doug had
set down two of his celebrated cinnamon vodka-tonics. Anne picked
one up and sipped it, flashing him her trademark wide smile in
thanks.

	Emily perched on one of two vacant stools and patted the other.
Anne replaced her shoe and gratefully sat down. She took another
sip of vodka and frowned, then drank some more. "Good. Tangy, but
good."

	"Thanks," Doug said. He started to fix another. "So how's Bride
Wars coming along?"

	"Um..." Anne frowned.

	"Don't worry," the club manager told her. He shook the shot
glass and then slammed it down on the bar before leaning close to
Anne. "I'm just a curious fan, I'm not looking to give you away."

	Anne beamed in relief. One group of papparazzi spotting them
earlier in the evening had been enough. "It went great- we just
finished it. Kate Hudson was a joy to work with. Comes out early
next year."

	"I'm looking forward to it," Doug replied quietly, handing her
the drink. "By the way, most of these people don't know it yet,
but you did great in Get Smart. I went back home last month and
saw it. You've really grown up since those Princess Diaries
films. You're the best to play 99 since, well..." He glanced
towards a signed picture of Barbara Feldon among many other
celebrity photos behind the bar.

	"Thanks," Anne said.

	"And you," Doug turned to Emily. "Sexiest thing in Charlie
Wilson's stable. That film was written great, and it's history,
so I had to see it, but without you-" He paused and smiled. "I
don't think it would have been as good."

	Emily gave him a pleased look, sipping her vodka. "Have you
heard about my new film?"

	"Oh yeah," he nodded. "Can't hardly wait. Wolf Man. A-wooo,
Werewolves of London, draw blood!" He chuckled when they gave his
singing voice bad looks. "I doubt it's gonna be as hot as movies
where the girl's the werewolf, but..."

	Emily interrupted him with a grimace. "I was thinking of Young
Victoria."

	"Oh," Doug replied, coughing. "Uh, I'm sure that will be great
too."	The manager's expression changed as Anne downed most of her
second vodka shot in one quick gulp. "Are you okay?"

	"Fine." Anne pushed her stool back and stood up, wavering a bit
and leaning on the bar. "Uh, the restroom is..." Doug pointed
towards a pair of doors nearby and she unsteadily started heading
that way.

	"Is she fine?" Doug asked Emily once Anne was out of earshot.
"Do I need to call a cab on this?"

	Emily sipped her drink and chuckled. "It's Annie. She'll be
alright once she pees." She smiled at his skeptical expression.
"You can trust me. I'm her rock."

	"If you say so." Doug set a key on the bar. "You know I charge
if you make too much of a mess upstairs. All those times we did
were on the house, but this time..."

	"Don't worry. As you know, I'm always happy to clean my messes
up." Emily slipped the key into her pocket, giving him a
mischievious grin. Doug grinned back, his impish eyes sparking
more fond memories in her. Then his expression suddenly changed
back to a neutral one. Emily took the hint and made her
expression also neutral as Anne returned from the restroom
looking relieved. "Are you alright?"

	"Great," Anne replied. She shook her head as Doug offered
another drink. "No thanks, I've had enough."

	Doug nodded and pushed the drink towards another customer.
"Understood."

	Emily kept her eyes on Anne while the other actress looked
around the club, eyes lingering on many of the dance floor's
couples. "Problem?" she asked.

	"Yeah," Anne sighed. "All the cute guys are taken. This has been
a great night, and a little hook-up would be the perfect topper.
Fake name, a quick dance, maybe pop back to my hotel for a one
night stand once we ditched you..." She grinned at Emily. "Sorry,
I'm not up to a threesome. But," she raised her glass in a toast
toward the dancers, "oh well."

	If only you knew, Emily smiled to herself as her friend finished
the drink. No time like the present, she decided when Anne turned
back to her. "Look, it's almost two and I'm tired. I know you
probably want to get a cab, but this place has very comfortable
rooms upstairs and..."

	Anne interrupted her with a finger on her lips. "I know."

	Emily barely stopped herself from gasping as the finger dropped.
"You know?"

	Her friend nodded. "Rafe took me to a lot of swinger clubs.
Never this place, but once we walked in I got a pretty good idea
what it was." She waved towards a few couples headed towards the
stairs across the way. "You make arrangements?"

	"Yes," Emily said, quickly getting over her surprise. "I set up
a room for us, my treat. The cloakroom will hold onto our bags."
She looked directly at Anne's face. "You don't have a problem
with..."

	"Of course not," Anne laughed, looking her directly in the eye.
"I've wanted you since the day after we met. Never had a chance
to tell you, with Rafe and everything else. And I wasn't sure
you'd be into it. If you didn't guess... well, I am an actress."

	And better than me, Emily sighed to herself. "So you've..." She
waved her hand and shrugged.

	Anne nodded. "Many times. I had lots of feelings for girls when
I was growing up. Trying to put them away was one of the reasons
I wanted to be a nun. Then my brother turned out to be gay, and I
realized I had to accept him and my feelings. Still, I never
could get up the courage to ask a girl. Until I did Havoc, and
Bijou Phillips asked me... you know how wild she is."

	"Yes," Emily agreed, recalling the few times she'd met the
notorious party girl.

	"Of course Heather was thrilled once she found out," Anne
continued, referring to her lesbian Princess Diaries co-star
Heather Mattarazzo. "We did lots of catching up. Then Michelle
Williams and I put the joke on our co-stars in Brokeback
Mountain. They played gay cowboys, we did same-sex love for real
offscreen once we became good enough friends. No disrespect to
them of course, they were great. Heath Ledger even joined me and
Michelle a couple times after things got going with the two of
them." She sighed, sent an expression of remembrance toward a
picture of the late actor as the Joker amongst the bar's
collection, then turned back to Anne. "Since then, whenever I've
had the chance, I've gotten with girls off and on." She smiled.
"I didn't think you were into them."

	"I thought the same of you," Emily answered, feeling her acting
ego somewhat restored. "I've been bi all my life," she said at
Anne's inquiring look. "Other girls and I fooled around at
slumber parties during school, then Nathalie Press and I fooled
around on and offscreen filming My Summer of Love..."

	"Oh, right!" Anne slapped her forehead. "I forgot about that!"

	"I never will," Emily laughed. "I've tried to get with as many
girls as I can since then. I almost -almost- prefer them to men."
She gave Anne a sly smile. "I wanted you when we met too. But you
were all with Rafe, and..."

	"Don't worry," Anne cut her off. "That's over. He may have been
great in bed, and willing to give me all the money I wanted, but
from now on I do not date crooks."

	Emily nodded. "Nor I lounge singers."

	Anne shook her head. "Damn. We may even have someone in common.
Bijou and I seduced her when we did Havoc together- it wasn't her
first time, though. She was in your last film too. Shiri
Appleby?"

	"Yep," Emily said, happily recalling all the things she, Shiri,
and their many other young female co-stars had done to and with
each other during and since the filming of Charlie Wilson's War.
The film's subject had been a congressman with several sexy young
things on his staff. Emily had only had a brief part, but it had
still created many opportunities for her to make new girlfriends.
She'd made sure to take advantage of them all. "She never
mentioned your name."

	"That Shiri," Anne giggled. "Always so discreet."

	Emily stood up and took Anne's hand. "Alright, enough foreplay.
I've been waiting too long for this."

	"Same here." Anne squeezed her friend's hand and stood up. They
walked together across the dance floor, weaving around couples as
they moved. One weasel-faced man they pushed past saw their
joined hands and raised an eyebrow. A bouncer's cough and palm on
his shoulder stopped him from reaching for his camera-phone. That
was too close, Emily thought, very relieved as the would-be
papparazzo was escorted away. Phew. Anne seemed not to have
noticed and continued walking, Emily keeping pace.

	They soon reached and headed up the stairs. Emily flashed their
key at two more bouncers who stood at the top of the stairs. One
nodded and used a control panel to open a gate for them. The two
actresses walked through and headed down a hall with many
automatic double doors seperating each pair of rooms off the hall
from the next. "This reminds me of Get Smart's opening," Anne
remarked as they passed an enclosed phone booth.

	"The doors are for security," said Emily. "They also help
soundproof this area. Doug told me that before he installed them,
he was getting a lot of noise complaints."

	"How long have you been coming here?"

	"Since it opened. This club and I are both London born and
raised." Emily stopped as they reached their room and unlocked
its entrance. "Doug would never get away with this place where
he's from in the States."

	"Too bad," Anne said, releasing her friend's hand and preceding
her into the room. "I like it." She looked around as Emily
secured the door behind them and nodded at the room's large
white-sheeted double bed. "Here we go." A push and two shrugs of
her shoulders, and her jacket hit the floor. She slipped off her
shoes and put them alongside.

	Emily discarded her own jacket and sat down on the bed. "Thank
God," she sighed, slipping out of her heels at last. "Next time,
no heels, okay? I thought they'd help get you tired, so I could
manipulate you, but since I didn't need them..."

	Anne once again placed a finger on her mouth. "They didn't make
me that tired, and for the record, I suggested them because I was
also planning to seduce you once we were alone. I intended to
find out once and for all whether you were into girls or not. I'm
glad you are." She grinned and replaced the finger with her lips.

	Emily eagerly returned the kiss, opening her mouth and accepting
Anne's tongue. She lashed it with her own, licking her friend's
lips, and took Anne into her arms. Her hands moved on Anne's
upper torso, rubbing at her neck and back. Anne's fingers
meanwhile took hold of Emily's face, caressing her cheeks and
tangling in her wavy brown hair. Their eyes remained on each
other as the embrace deepened. I've wanted this such a long time,
Emily thought. All that hugging and cuddling we did while
slimming down for and then filming Devil, I was shocked it never
happened. But we're here now.

	She broke the kiss and let out a moan as Anne's hands fell to
her hips and squeezed them, then came up and grasped Emily's
breasts. The British actress sighed at the fingers flicking her
nipples. She moved her own hands to Anne's tits and fondled them
through her shirt. They're great, she thought, as great as I've
always dreamed. I can feel the warmth of them. This shirt is
soft, it feels nice also, but it's in the way.

	She reached for Anne's shirttail and the taller girl nodded,
raising her arms above her head. Emily pulled the shirt off and
tossed it aside, then raised her arms so Anne could remove her
blouse. Anne did so and pulled her friend into another hug. They
kissed hard once more, snaking their arms around one another and
unfastening each other's bras. Straps were pushed off shoulders
as they seperated, then the garments fell away.

	Anne grinned at her friend, pecked her cheek, and then pushed
her down on the bed. Her lips traveled slowly across Emily's chin
and neck, lingering on her throat before skipping over her chest
and down to her cleavage. She licked it once, then turned her
attention to tounging Emily's nipples. Anne's large gold hoop
earrings flicked against Emily's flesh as she moved, their cold
metal an intriguing counterpoint to her warm mouth. Her hands
were moving too, caressing Emily's curves and untangling the
tresses of her hair.

	Emily moaned fervently at Anne's attentions, her fingers busy
all the while. First she stroked through Anne's hair and unbound
her friend's long dark ponytail, flinging the barette which had
held it towards the room's far corner. Next her hands came down
to Anne's shoulders, and Emily spent a long time massaging the
bare muscles she'd only before felt through clothes. Anne liked
this, she knew from the other girl's heavy breathing on her
breasts. That breathing slowly increased in tempo, Anne's fingers
moving on Emily's skin and nipples in counterpoint to her tongue.

	"I-I w-want yours," Emily whispered, the stammer she usually
suppressed coming out with the emotion of the moment. "Y-your
t-tits." She swallowed and caught her breath. "Please."

	Anne gave Emily a dazzling smile and moved up on her body, her
heavy bosoms brushing Emily's and then descending over the other
girl's mouth. Emily happily started nipping at Anne's breasts,
loving the taste of her hot sharp nipples. As she licked them,
Anne's hands were moving down, rubbing Emily's belly and undoing
her fly.

	Emily almost told her to wait, but all such thoughts were swept
away as Anne's fingers traveled under her jeans and moved against
her snatch. They quickly found and pushed at the most sensitive
area. Emily felt the pressure strongly even through her panties'
fabric. She called upon all her willpower to hold back a sudden
rush of pleasure. It wasn't quite successful, and she let out a
very loud moan.

	"Oh, you fucking like that, huh?" Anne asked her. Emily nodded
and Anne pushed her fingers against the other girl's cunt again,
smiling as she was rewarded with another moan. "You dirty little
slut. I've wanted you so fucking long, so fucking bad, so fucking
much."

	"Y-yeah," Emily gasped, continuing to slurp Anne's tits. "Me
too. We s-should have d-done this s-sooner."

	"Fucking hell yeah!!!" Anne whooped, moving down and kissing
Emily again. "Look, I talk dirty a lot when I fuck. If you don't
like it..."

	"It's fine," Emily cut her off, punctuating the affirmation with
a kiss to her friend's lips. She smiled and imitated Anne's
voice. "Give me back your fucking filthy tits!"

	"Here," Anne snapped, kissing Emily once more and then moving
her breasts back down to the other girl's mouth. Emily
immediately resumed bussing them, urged on by Anne's cries.
"Harder, you fucking bitch! Bite me! Fucking bite me! Fuck!!
Yeah!!" She screamed as Emily's teeth closed on her right
aureola, her fingers moving back to rub her new lover's cunt in
thanks.

	Emily twisted her hips at the feelings, seeking to drive Anne's
fingers deeper into her. The pleasure increased, but they never
got past the barriers still between them. I have to tell her,
Emily thought, not seeing any frustration in Anne's expression. I
think she wants to hear it from me.

	"T-take t-them off," she stammered between nips at Anne's
breasts. She gulped and looked up into Anne's eyes. "Take off my
pants."

	Anne flashed her trademark smile and began to do so, necessarily
pulling away from Emily slightly as she pushed the jeans over her
friend's hips. Emily helped her, kicking them off and onto the
floor. Anne stood up, still smiling, and unfastened her own
jeans, pushed them down and off. Emily trained her eyes up and
down Anne's long slim legs, then lighted on the jewel between
them. Anne's pussy lips stood out prominently, framed by a sparse
curtain of dark curly hair.

	"You went commando," Emily commented on her lack of panties.

	Anne nodded. "It's the only way I go." She fell back onto the
bed and kissed Emily's lips, one hand moving to her tits and the
other to her legs. She caressed the other girl's thighs while
flicking her nipples, squeezing the curves and carefully avoiding
the area around her dark gray panties. "You want me to make you
come?" she asked, moving her lips to Emily's ear. "You want me to
make you come, Em?"

	"Yes," Emily softly whispered. Her fingers fondled Anne's
breasts and back muscles. "Please. You know I want it."

	Anne licked her tongue across Emily's cheek, then nipped her
earlobe. Her fingers continued to rub Emily's thighs, skirting
but never closing on her mound. "You gotta fucking tell me, slut.
I can't hear you."

	"Yes!!" Emily screamed, at once catching on. "F-fuck me, Annie!
Make me come!! Make me come hard!"

	"You got it," Anne grinned. She spent a few more seconds rubbing
Emily's thighs and then touched her pussy, her fingers going
under Emily's panties and into the shaven smoothness beneath.
"Ahhh!! So fucking hot, so fucking wet. I gotta fucking taste
it." Her teeth nipped again at Emily's ear.

	Emily moaned in chorus as Anne kissed her way down her body,
licking hard and long at her throat and nipples. Her fingers
meanwhile continued moving in and out of Emily's cunt. She gave
her friend another smile before pulling the fingers out and
grabbing her panties, then pushing them down. Her head dropped
almost instantly thereafter, her lips kissing Emily's belly and
the top of her slit.

	"Fuck!!" Anne breathed. She tongued Emily's pussy, cursing
between licks. Her hands moved around to fondle and squeeze the
other girl's ass. "You are so fucking wet!! You taste so goddamn
fucking good!"

	"Mmmm," Emily moaned, rubbing Anne's hair and shoulders. "Suck
me."

	"I'll suck you," Anne hissed. "I'll fucking suck you, bitch."
Her tongue flicked and curled around Emily's clit.

	"Yes!!" Emily wailed, and threw back her head. "Ahhh! Yes!!
Right there!! I'm... fucking... coming!!" A torrent of juice
gushed out of her into Anne's ready mouth.

	"Yum," Anne licked her lips. She pulled away from Emily's cunt,
moved up on her naked body, and kissed her mouth hard. Their
tongues dueled for a long instant, each savoring the flavor and
smell of Emily's sap.

	"Like that, slut?" Anne asked her with a chuckle. "You like the
taste of your own fucking girl wine?"

	"Yeah!" Emily declared. "But I bet I'll like yours even more!"

	Suddenly turning aggressive, she grabbed Anne by the shoulders,
rolled her over, and pushed her down on the bed. Too turned on to
waste time, she climbed on top and dove straight for Anne's
pussy, then started kissing it roughly.

	"Fuck, yes!" Anne cursed, urging her on. Emily slyly grinned up
at Anne and licked deep into her vulva. Her hands came down in
the same motion, began caressing her friend's thighs.

	"I l-love your l-legs!" Emily told Anne between nips at her clit
of ever increasing intensity. "I l-love your t-tits! I f-fucking
l-love your whole f-fucking body!"

	"And you're gonna be loving it a lot fucking more in the future,
slut!" Anne promised. Emily licked hard at her clit, and Anne
screamed a loud long note. Seconds later, her honey spilled onto
Emily's tongue. Emily slurped up as much of it as she could, then
kissed each of Anne's thighs. She followed with kisses to Anne's
clit, her waist, and her belly button, leaving a damp trail as
she moved. Anne let out additional curses and sighs as she calmed
down. Emily's mouth was proceeding up her body all the while. Her
tongue touched Anne's cleavage, licked at her nipples and her
throat, then her chin and her mouth.

	"You're right," Anne said after Emily's lips met hers. "My wine
does fucking taste good."

	"Y-yeah," Emily happily agreed. Their nude bodies rubbed hard
against one another, sharp nipples and clits meeting with equal
force.

	"I'm so fucking glad we finally did this," Anne leaned up and
breathed into Emily's ear. "Worth the wait, yeah, but did it have
to be so fucking long?"

	"It's okay," Emily replied, kissing Anne's forehead. Her stammer
had receded as her heartbeat went down. "Wait's over now."

	Anne hugged her and kissed her lips. "I'm not giving up men for
you, but I think this will do for a while."

	Emily nodded. "I feel the same." The emotions associated with
her breakup were disappearing now, wonderful new feelings taking
their place. From the feel of Anne's body and lips against hers,
she could easily tell the other girl felt the same way. Our
friendship has changed so fast, she thought. I'm glad it's a step
up. She gave Anne another sly grin.

	"You fucking want me again?" Anne asked Emily, tossing her long
hair back. She rubbed her body against the other girl's and
squeezed her hips and shoulders, giving heat to her question.
"You want me, you dirty bad little slut?"

	"Yes!!" Emily shouted, and kissed her. Their hands came to each
other's faces once more, stroked each other's hair. Emily rubbed
Anne's cunt with her thighs. "Let's grind this time, okay? I love
doing that."

	"Whatever the fuck you want," Anne replied, kissing Emily and
pushing her cunt up hard against the other girl's. Their arms
came around each other's bodies and each pulled the other close.
Their right hands joined and squeezed, then each moved to keep
the other's thighs against theirs. They made out feverishly as
they ground their cunts together, cursing and moaning into each
other's mouths.

	"Fuck yeah!" Anne whispered into Emily's mouth. "Your clit's so
damn fucking hard on mine. I like it!"

	Yours is hard on mine too, Emily thought but did not say, too
busy moaning and kissing Anne. Hardest I've felt since Nathalie.
"We've really been building to this, haven't we?" she coughed
between gasps.

	Anne grinned in agreement. "For too damn fucking long." She let
out a deep gasp and pushed her core against Emily's thigh. Emily
kissed her lips, cutting off further swears. Their tongues, tits,
hands, legs, and cunts rubbed one another, their bodies vibrating
in rhythym. Their sighs, swears, and moans built in volume until
they each came again- Emily first and then Anne. As their orgasms
subsided, they gave each other one final kiss, then rolled apart.

	"Can we sleep here?" Emily asked, using a pillow to wipe sweat
off her face. "I wasn't tired before, but now... the room's paid
for till morning."

	"Bitch!" Anne snarled, pouncing on her. "What made you think I'd
fucking let you sleep?"

	Emily laughed and kissed her again, certain that they were both
in for a very long and amazing remainder of the night.

***
The End.