Nevaeh
She was pretty.
Pretty HOTT.
She looked like a Goth!Britney by the way she dressed. Black combat boots, black fishnet knee highs, short black plaid skirt, tattooed midriff, piercing in her navel, white blouse tied in a knot. Perky breasts covered by a lace bra. Black lips on her pale skin and sparkling jungle green eyes. She looked like she rather be at a Marilyn Manson concert instead of *Nsync.
She was different.
Really different than all the other girls. Joey was her favorite not Justin. She liked them for their intricate harmonies instead of their �smooth moves and boyish good looks.�
She didn�t have friends that liked *Nsync has much she did. They all thought that *Nsync was just continuing the tradition of white boys making money off of black music. So she came alone to shows. Sang every song but did not scream when the almighty Justin Timberlake shaked his �groove thang.� While the girls around her fainted at the touch of JC�s hand, she had her arms folded across her chest. That pissed Justin off the most and made him want her even more so he gave her a backstage pass. She accepted the pass
Her face was kind and she had gentle green eyes.
She was intriguing.
Britney could see that everything she needed was right there in her.
She didn�t care what other people thought of her.
She knew who she was.
The green eyed teen nervously twisted the chain of her rainbow necklace.
Her soft hands were painted crimson red.
He watched her under a careful graze.
He always wanted what he couldn�t have.
She made her move before he could approach her.
Britney looked up.
She smiled at her.
Britney rose from her chair.
Justin plopped down and stared at the floor.
She watched as her lace bra and plaid skirt hit the floor.
Adding to the pool of black laying on the white shag carpet. She joined Britney on the bed. Her lips touched hers. Britney�s petite hands reached out for something to brace her from the impact. She grasped a soft yet firm piece of flesh.
The caressings and moaning drove her crazy. It was cotton candy, Eli�s cheesecake, sunshine, kittens, and buttons all wrapped in it one big ball of�of�. Britney�s nose twitched and a mini-earthquake shook her body.
She whispered her name when she came. �nevaeh.�
Britney returned the favor somewhat clumsily but Nevaeh didn�t care. It�s not everyday that you get fucked by the world�s most talked about slut.
Her taste lingered on Britney�s mouth as her silver-studded tongue traced her shiny lips.
Nevaeh grinned.