Oops, I Did It With Britney Pt. 02

"Another incident around this time also put a strain on my attempts to remain a virgin. I got a call from another former Mouseketeer who had just got a singing contract and a record about to come out, Christina Aguilera. She had seen and admired the success that Baby One More Time had given me and called up asking to come over to my place and wondering if I had any advice to offer her. I was always happy to help a fellow Mouseketeer and the company of a beautiful young woman just helped matters further. Anyway, Christina came round and I told her everything I knew and felt about the music industry from my brief success that far as a pop star. Christina was very grateful for all my advice. So grateful in fact that she felt vocal thanks weren't enough and had to express herself physically. This was before the outlandish hair and make-up that she has adopted these days, all she was then was a very pretty blonde girl with piercing blue eyes. Christina took me in her arms and kissed me on the lips. I had expected a brief thank you kiss, her lips brushing against mine for a fleeting moment, but this was nothing like that. She pulled me close to her and locked lips with me, slowly inserting her tongue in to explore my mouth. My eyes registered first surprise, then pleasure at the delight of kissing another girl. Christina began to pull the top that I was wearing over my head and that's when I realised that if I didn't do something there and then, she would want to go all the way and so would discover more about me than I wanted her to know. So, standing there in my bra and skirt, I had to tell her no, that wasn't the kind of thing I wanted, even though in my heart, and in my groin, I knew that it was. Christina's face fell with disappointment, I could read in those bright blue eyes that she had been really into it and had been able to feel that I was too, that why she was so hurt by my rejection. Things haven't been the same with us since, ever since then we've been massive rivals rather than friends, although whenever we meet there's just this huge sexual tension between us.

"Anyway, after the Christina incident, I felt that I couldn't go on doing nothing to satisfy my incredible sexual urges. So, I began by giving Justin head, soon becoming pretty expert at sucking off his cock so that, for a while, Justin didn't mind that I had promised to go no further with him. But, after this had gone on for a year or two, he started pressuring me once more to do it for real with him, and I began to wonder if I would lose him if I didn't. Besides, me and Justin had been together for a long time and we were so in love, I felt like I could probably trust him by now, that he would understand me and my secret. So, one night like any other, I revealed myself to him. He was shocked, which didn't come as much of a surprise to me, probably even more shocked than you were earlier on, after all, he thought he knew everything about me. Anyway, he seemed to understand, and that night we had such a wonderful night of passion as Justin took my long desired cherry, fucking my arse in a way that sent me to heaven. This was way better than anything I had ever dreamed it would be, and I'd had some pretty hot dreams.

"Unfortunately, this night was the end rather than the beginning of my magnificent sex life with Justin. It wasn't long after this that he came to me to say that it was over between us. That night when he had fucked me, he seemed to be really into it, really enjoying it, but now he seemed to worry about his masculinity. He told me that he had found himself a real woman who would see to his needs in a way that I never could, I later found out that this was Cameron Diaz and that Justin had gone running to her after our night together.

"After my break up with Justin, I was devastated. He was the only man that I had ever loved and I had felt sure that if anyone were to understand me then it would be him. I don't think I will or can ever love anyone so unconditionally as I did him. For a long time after that, I felt depressed and sexually repressed, I couldn't share my secret with anyone and I had no serious relationships until Kevin now. Kevin knows the truth about me and he stays with me. I don't know how keen he is on the idea, he doesn't fuck my arse, but he does enjoy me giving him head, and he loves the attention and envy he draws being Britney Spears' boyfriend. So I guess I'll have to settle for that, it's been so hard to find a man who understands and who wants a serious relationship."

She was referring here to Kevin Federline, her former dancer who she had recently started dating when I had my encounter with her and who has since become her husband.

I have to say, I felt for Britney's pain and loneliness. She was one of the biggest, most popular and most successful stars in the world, millions of men desired her, and it seemed that all her dreams had come true. Yet, at heart, she was just a lost little girl who had been trapped in a man's body and she yearned for someone to understand and love her. I've got to admit, having heard this much of Britney's life story, I was curious about some things and had to ask her some more.

"So what about all the other men you've been linked with?" I asked Britney, "What about your marriage in Vegas?"

Britney sighed and said, "Jason had been a friend of mine from back home, we had known each other for years. I was still depressed at the thought that I would never find anyone to understand the real me and I began to feel that maybe someone I was that close to, someone I had grown up with, might just be the one. One drunken night in Vegas, I managed to convince myself that this was true and demanded that we get married that very night. Of course, Jason jumped at the chance, but when it came to the wedding night and he saw fully what he had married into, he ran a mile and the marriage was effectively over from there."

"What about the other guys?" I said, "What about Fred Durst or Colin Farrell?"

"Fred Durst?" she laughed for almost the first time all evening, "I may be lonely but I do have some standards. Anyway, I don't think he'd be that keen on getting to know the real me. As for Colin, he was keen, definitely. And he was great, up until this evening, I'd have said that the night I spent with Colin was the best fuck I have ever had. But Colin isn't the kind of guy that you can tie down to anything, he isn't ever going to settle for a serious relationship with one woman, especially one who isn't all woman," here she smiled again as if fondly remembering that night.

I felt absolutely flattered and delighted to hear Britney add the words "up until this evening" to that last sentence, could it possibly be that the best evening of my life was also one of the best of hers? Whether or not this was the case, I had never felt closer to Britney than I did now having heard her tragic story. I really felt for her and I knew now that there was something I had done to her, something that I now felt particularly guilty about and had to get it off my chest.

"Britney," I said, "There's something I need to confess to you," I paused for a moment as she looked at me with confusion, wondering what I could be about to say, "There never was any videocamera filming you sucking me off. It was a lie to try and get to fuck you. I'm so sorry, I didn't ever guess any of this when I did it. I didn't know you like I do know. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

I had been worried that Britney might burst into tears once more, or, worse, throw me out of her room or report me to the hotel and lose me my job, or even to the police. What she did, however, was smile, a smile not unlike the one she had given me when I first suggested she suck my cock, a smile that suggested wickedly kinky thoughts were running through that beautiful blonde heard of hers.

"Well, I'm sure we can find some way of you making it up to me," she said.

To be continued…