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The X Show: Courtney and Daphne
by CuteFuzzyBunnies (cutefuzzybunnies@aol.com)

***

Both Daphne Brogdon and Courtney Birch had been 
hosts on the FX Network "X-Show" and had even 
worked together from time to time in the past. 
Sometime later, after the show's demise, a chance 
meeting between these two talented ladies turned 
into a pleasurable interlude. (FF, light-bd, celeb-
parody)

***

Courtney loved to run. Her favorite place was along 
the cement walkway that meandered along the beach 
between Venice and Santa Monica, nothing but sun, 
wind, and ocean. Her toned, tight body glistened 
with sweat as she pushed herself for the last 
quarter-mile back towards her apartment. Chest 
burning, heart pounding, she finally slowed to a 
walk as she turned the last corner to her street. 

As she turned the corner she saw that Daphne was 
sitting in her convertible Karman Gia, seat back, 
lush body dressed in a halter and a short skirt, 
drinking in the afternoon sun. 

Daphne saw Courtney and waved. Since Daphne had 
joined Courtney as co-host of the popular, man 
oriented "X Show" the two had become great friends.

"Hey, girl," Daphne said, sunglass safe eyes roving 
over her friend's sweaty perfection. "Am I early?"

"No, I just ran late," Courtney said, and the two 
giggled at the pun as they went inside.

"Just give me a few minutes to shower," Courtney 
said, walking towards her bedroom. "Oh, wait!" she 
said, whirling around and taking her friend by the 
hand and pulling her towards the bedroom. Guiding 
Daphne to her Mac G4, Courtney's fingers flew over 
the keyboard and twitched at the mouse, calling up 
a Usenet story site. "You have got to read this! 
I'll be right back."

"No rush, Courtney," Daphne after her. "The 
bathroom is a dangerous place when you're in a 
hurry."

As she heard the water start to run in the shower, 
she scrolled down and started to read what Courtney 
had called up.

In the shower, Courtney slowly lathered herself 
with fragrant soap, running her hands over her 
breasts and pinching her erect nipples, imagining 
what Daphne was reading. One hand strayed to her 
tightly manicured bush and the secrets within. A 
soapy finger began running over and over her 
pierced clit, imagining what might soon happen. 

As her orgasm took her, she had to cover her mouth 
with her free hand to stifle the blissful squeal. 
Catching her breath, she started to shut the water 
off, but stopped, her eyes narrowing with a 
thought. With the shower still running, Courtney 
quietly stepped out, pulled on a thick, fluffy 
robe, and tip toed to the door and peeked around.

Daphne was leaning back in the computer chair, 
skirt hiked up, one hand on the mouse and one hand 
buried between her legs. She was breathing heavily, 
slowly scrolling down the page as she read a story 
about two television hosts having wildly sexual 
experience. Two female hosts. From The X Show. Part 
of her wanted to stop reading, because it was too 
much, it was too real. The other part (the part 
controlling the hand that was working her to a 
frenzy) kept reading.

Courtney had tiptoed up behind Daphne's leaning 
chair. Leaning down to her ear, she whispered "Do 
you like it?"

Daphne jumped, face suddenly a burning red as she 
struggled to sit up, close the screen, and pull her 
skirt back down at the same time. Courtney slowly 
pressed her back down into the chair with gentle 
hands on Daphne's warm, smooth shoulders. "You 
don't have to stop reading," Courtney whispered. 
"If you don't want to."

Courtney kept her hands on her friend's shoulders, 
slowly starting to massage the tension away, face 
still close to hers.

"It's," Daphne stammered, suddenly so aware of her 
friends hands on her skin, hot and smooth. "It's 
well written, um, good writing."

"Thanks," Courtney whispered in her ear. Her hands 
slowly moved from Daphne's shoulders to the edge of 
her halter-top, fingernails grazing the edge of the 
fabric. "I wrote it."

Daphne was sure she would die then and there. It 
was too much, Courtney's hands were too hot, she 
needed release too much, and her heart was 
hammering too hard. She turned her head to look at 
Courtney, saw her lips quirked in their little 
smile right there and couldn't stop herself from 
tasting them. Her tongue was dancing with 
Courtney's before she knew what she was doing. 

Courtney slipped her hands into Daphne's halter and 
began massaging her breasts, lightly rolling and 
pulling her taught nipples between nimble fingers. 
Daphne took one of Courtney's hands and guided it 
to her shaved paradise, lips still sealed upon 
hers. Courtney's fingers began to writhe and dance 
across Daphne's clit with maddening precision, 
while her free hand still played with Daphne's 
expressive, tender breasts.

Daphne's world stopped. She couldn't breathe.

The orgasm broke free with a shattering force, 
instantly drenching Courtney's hand in a flood of 
juices as Daphne nearly blacked out from the insane 
pleasure wreaking havoc on her soul.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," was the most Daphne could 
say for long minutes as she slowly collected her 
sanity. Courtney helped her from the chair, walked 
her to the bed, quickly divested them of their 
clothes and gently eased her down. Leaning to 
Daphne's ear again, Courtney asked if she wanted 
more. Daphne answered by grabbing Courtney's hair 
and pulling her lips to hers. 

After another eternal kiss, Courtney slowly got to 
her knees and reached into a drawer at the 
sideboard. First she drew out two silk scarves, 
which she used to gently tie Daphne's wrists to the 
bedposts. Daphne was too far-gone with passion to 
care. Next Courtney produced a black leather 
blindfold and gently fixed it over Daphne's eyes. 
Daphne did struggle a bit at this, but a gentle 
kiss calmed her.

"I have never wanted a woman before I met you," 
Courtney whispered to her lover, slowly running her 
hands over her sweet body. "Seeing you day in and 
day out, in those short skirts showing these 
perfect legs." She leaned down and took a tender 
nipple into her mouth, first sucking it, then 
gently biting it as Daphne writhed, hands clenching 
and unclenching at air. "Finally," she said, slowly 
kissing her way down to Daphne's shaved glory, "I 
had to write about it. You don't know how many 
times I came," she went on, moving to kneel between 
those perfect legs. "Writing about doing this." 

The second Courtney's lips made contact Daphne's 
body jerked as if struck by lightning. "Oh, god," 
she whispered as Courtney's tongue slowly lapped 
across her folds, seemingly in no hurry to reach 
any specific spot. Around and around, but always 
staying away from that certain spot. 

Finally she had to moan, "Oh, please, Courtney, 
please lick my clit," before she would lose her 
mind. With a devilish grin Courtney complied, 
flicking her tongue out to caress the small pearl 
in its hood. Slow circles at first, each narrowing 
and narrowing until her entire world was focused 
upon worshipping Daphne's nub.

Daphne felt like her world was spinning and 
spinning in time with Courtney's dancing, teasing 
tongue. Her own moans seemed deafening to her and 
the silk scarves were frustratingly restrictive and 
she began to thrash and convulse with the first 
waves of orgasm. In the chair, minutes before, she 
had had the most crushing orgasm of her life. Now, 
as the pressure built and built and the pleasure 
became more and more intense, she knew that this 
was it, she would die.

She didn't care.

"OH GOD!" she screamed as the wave hit and hit 
again, her body bucking into Courtney's riding 
mouth and flooding it with her sweet fluids. It 
never seemed to end, this tide of impossible 
pleasure. After an eternity it slowly ebbed away, 
leaving her gasping for breath and burning from 
deep inner fires.

"Did you like that," Courtney playfully asked, 
flicking her tongue against Daphne's clit one more, 
enjoying the convulsion it made.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Daphne whispered, slowly 
regaining her voice. Then, 

"Courtney... let me..."

Courtney slowly began kissing her way up Daphne's 
slick, flat tummy, crawling up to her breasts and 
beyond, finally squatting over Daphne's waiting 
lips.

"Are you sure," she asked, slowly fingering herself 
and running that finger over Daphne's lips. 
Daphne's lips engulfed the finger, eagerly sucking 
the juices from it. "OK, girlie," Courtney said, 
voice heavy with need. "Here it comes."

Daphne, still blindfolded, could smell the fragrant 
lust of her friend. She felt her nose tickled with 
pubic hair as Courtney slowly lowered herself onto 
Daphne's waiting mouth. Before she could think 
Daphne's tongue was out and exploring Courtney's 
mysteries, tasting a woman's juices for the first 
time. She found the labia, slender wings guiding 
her up and up, towards her goal. 

Courtney gasped as Daphne found her clit, her 
tongue dancing around it and playing with the 
little golden ring. She began a slow grind against 
Daphne's working mouth, the pleasure mounting like 
slow magma, inching up from her groin with a 
burning certainty. As the pleasure grew Courtney 
untied Daphne's hands, and slapped them onto her 
breasts, where Daphne's fingers went right to work, 
tweaking and pulling at her nipples.

Courtney's nails clawed at the wood of the 
headboard as she came closer, grinding herself 
harder against Daphne's sweet lips.

It came from nowhere, a sudden clap of inner 
thunder as the orgasm took her by surprise, her 
body shuddering from the blissful quake. Knees 
suddenly weak, she collapsed at Daphne's side, 
gasping for air as she had done. 

Pulling the blindfold away, Daphne cradled 
Courtney's face to hers and covered it with little 
kisses. They lay in each other's arms for a long 
time, not talking, only breathing the other in, 
before the sweating warmth of their bodies welded 
them together as they drifted into sleep as one.

END

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