Kirsten was in heaven. She had dragged her best friend Melanie to a Britney Spears concert, even though Mel hates Britney. Kirsten managed to score front-row tickets, and she informed Mel that she just "had to" go, and Mel obliged. Kir has that effect on people.
Britney came on stage, and needless to say, Kirsten got.. excited. Mel just got bored, and looked around, notcing an empty seat next to her friend. She was just about to point this shocker out to Kirsten, when to even more shock to Mel, when she saw her idol, Tay Hanson walk up and sit down. Her shock soon turned to laughter, when she realized that Taylor (in his Britney babydoll t-shirt and pink glitter) was there to see HIS idol. Tay had recently come out bisexual, and for the first time in ages, was without his lover, Scotty Moffatt.
Kirsten was singing along to "I'm Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman", when Mel tapped her on the sholder. "Kirbaby, look. LOOK DAMNIT!" Mel hissed. Kir slyly turned to her side, and quickly turned back to Mel. "JORDAN!" She yell-whispered, calling the popstar by his real first name (that she seems to enjoy calling him). Just then, "I'm A Slave For You" started. Mel inwardly groaned, knowing her ho-bag friend would make the most of this oppertunity.
Kir stood up. "Baby, don't you wanna dance upon me...," She sung along to Mel, giving her best friend a lap-dance. Melanie was pure red, trying to look anywhere besides at Taylor. Kirsten, on the other hand, got off her friends lap, noticing Taylor stairing intently, and went up to him, shaking her crotch in his face... "I'm a slaaaave for you. I can't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it." Kir shook a little more, and Taylor grabbed her hips, pulling her so she was straddling his waist.
"Now, as payment for that show, what's your name?" He asked coyly.
"Kirsten, but you can call me Kir. She," Kirsten pointed at Mel. "Mel over there, calls me Kirbaby."
"Kirrrrr...," He purred. "I'm Tayl-," He was cut off by her lips on his.
She grinned. "Jordan. I'm a fan. I call you Jordan," She said, leaning in close and brushing her lips against his ear.
He looked at her, his breath becoming heavier. "J... Jordan will do."
Kir grinned once again. "Hold on," Kir popped off his lap and walked over to Mel.
"Mellybelly...," Kir stared into her friends eyes. "Would you mind if me.. and Jordan..?"
"HAHA no. Have fun fucking the boy, I couldn't do it! I can go home, I'm bored anyways. AND HIS NAME IS TAYLOR!" Mel said, smiling so that Kir knew it was sincere.
"Thanks baby," She said, throwing her arms around her friend and giving her a quick kiss. Mel hugged her friend goodbye.
"Have fun," Mel said, winking, and began to walk out. She would drive herself home in the car she drove herself and Kir over in. She looked back over her sholder. "Kir... Taylor? Can you like.. drive her or whatever?" She asked, realized Kirsten had never bothered to get her own liscence.
"Sure. She won't be home for awhile though," Taylor said, throwing Mel her own wink.
"Bye," The three said in unison.
Kir and Taylor (or, from now on, he will be refered to as JORDAN cause it's hot like fire) walked out to his car, a silver '98 Mitsubishi Eclipse, and drove to his hotel, the Plaza. In the car ride there, Kir could barely keep her hands off the boy (man? no. I can in no way call him a man); this is not to say Jordan minded, cause like everyone knows, Kir is one irresistible ho.
Walking into his room, the two slowly walked over to the bed.
Wow, this is.. real. I am about to *fuck* Jordan Taylor. How.. unreal? AH FUCK. I don't think I can make the first move. This is such a first.. argh. Kirsten was thinking to herself while walking over. Thankfully, she didn't have anything to worry about.
Sitting on the bed, Jordan smiled when Kirsten joined him. He turned to face her, and slowly brought their lips together in what was SUPPOSED to be a lust-filled kiss, but what turned out to be more passionate than anything. Jordan grabbed Kir's head, pulling her closer to him, while she began running her hands through his beautiful hair. They pulled away for a second.
"You're beautiful," Kirsten breathed, as she began to kiss his neck and colarbone. He just laughed nervously, never one to accept a compliment well. She ripped off his shirt, and he followed her lead by unbuttoning the buttons on her tight shirt. He fumbled while taking off her bra, and when he finally un-did it, she rewarded him with a kiss. She took that kiss and trailed it down his neck, stomach, and navel, where she paused a licked around a little. Kirsten likes licking. Kirsten got down to the bulge in Jordan's pants and remembered something else she likes. Hanson porn. She remembered one story where one partner is forced to undo the others pants with their teeth, and so she does this, just to be cool and all. Jordan looks down at her and grins, while she whips off his boxers. She proceded to take off her own pants and thong, and then crawls back up to Jordan, his erection pressing into her thigh. Jordan pulled her close, and kissed her entire face.
"Ready?" He asked, and Kir nodded timidly in responce. He held his dick, and ever-so-slowly thrusted into into her waiting opening. This was most definetly neither of their first times (Jordan having lost his virginity at the age of 14 at a press confrence, and Kir around that same age with some guy who's name she never knew), but they both gasped like it was. Kir, being as small as she was, was moaning with pleasure while Jordan grunted, and began pumping in and out. Her hole was so tight, it wasn't quick before Jordan felt his orgasm coming on. "Shit, Kirsten, I'm.. ah fuck.. coming!!!" He let out an animalistic groan as he filled her up with his seed. Seeing the look on his face as he came is what brought Kir over the edge, and her whole body shook as her own orgasm was brought on. They lie still, just holding eachother for a few minutes, and then Jordan slipped his softening cock out of her, and gave her a kiss, and they fell into a deep sleep.
When Kirsten woke up, she found Jordan drinking coffee in the make-shift hotel room kitchen. She went up to him and gave him a hug.
He smiled. "What was that for?"
"Last night. It was amazing. I can only imagine the fun you and Scott must have, if you make him come half as well as I did...," She looked up at him.
"Scott," He said, a look plainly stating how much in love he was.
"Oh My Fuck. You're TAKEN. Is he going to mind?" A look of panic registered in Kir's face.
"Scotty? No," Taylor threw his head back, laughing. "Scott's going to want details. He'll want a next time, so he can join in. Expecially after I tell him how hot you are."
She blushed. Hey, as slutty-dominatrix as she is, it's not every day Jordan Taylor tells you you're hot. "Ah, shush. But that other time thing? It can be arranged, for you and Scott...".
Jordan gave her his cell phone number. "Nice. Give me a call?"
"Sure," She replied, writing her own number on her forgotten ticket stub. "Call me next time you're in NY. We'll hook up, bring Scotty."
"Will do. C'mon, Kir, I'll drive you home". They drove the one hour ride by to Kirsten's house pretty silent, Kirsten singing along to the radio once and awhile. They pulled up infront of Kir's house.
Jordan gave her a kiss. "That was nice, baby. I'll talk to you?"
"Count on it," She said, sauntering away, turning around once she got to the door to blow him a kiss goodbye.





comments go here, loser. The story was written by ME, on 2/19/02.