Sapphic Erotica Festival - Nicola Gets A Woody

There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. There are a few names here that resemble those of real people: those people never took part in the fictional events portrayed, and no defamation is intended. This is only a fantasy, so any similarity to real persons and events is pure coincidence. Some background: I'd started writing a series about Nicola, an Australian model- turned-actress who comes to Hollywood, with the idea of using the series format to try a variety of different stories. My first hesitant postings to ASSM were assisted by another author, Hecate ( http://www.asstr.org/~Hecate ), and so, in her honour, I decided to try my hand at writing a passionate, emotional FF story. "Nicola Gets A Woody" incongruously blends this with my love of B-movies. The story takes place at a fictional awards ceremony, with Nicola seducing former B actress Kristi Ducati. As with my other stories, the tone is anything but serious. It is perhaps problematic to call this an FF tale. In B-movies female homosexuality (although rare) is presented for the delectation of heterosexual men. By definition, lesbianism is exclusive of male heterosexuality. So arguably, this tale isn't lesbian, but implicitly involves the male reader as a voyeuristic third party- an unspoken MFF voy. Of course, this argument assumes a male reader. Although I am a male author writing stories that would mainly appeal to a male audience, as Hecate demonstrated, that does not exclude gay female readers from taking pleasure in them. So, it is perhaps with trepidation that I submit this repost for the Sapphic Erotica Festival. It would seem to meet the criteria, category D) First Time, and a "Sapphic Classic" repost complete with requisite essay on how the story came to be written (which you are no doubt skipping past to find the naughty bits). However, it remains up to you the readers to decide whether or not this ramble into my sexual fantasy can really be called lesbian erotica. You can find my other works at http://www.asstr.org/~knickers. The character of Tabitha Young was created by Maria Gonzales. "Nicola Gets A Woody" (FF 1st celeb exhib) Nicola smiled to herself as she slipped on her favorite little black dress. Tonight was her night, and she was going out. She wouldn't be required to strip, or have sex with anyone she just met. And it was all because her, Nicola, Aussie girl made good, a twenty-year old model-turned-actress with nothing to her name by a fabulous body and a new-found willingness (desire, even!) to show it off, was nominated for a "Starlet" Award. Nicola's smile became a grin. Tonight was the 2001 Annual B Movie Awards, also known as the "Woodys" after the late, great Edward D. Wood Jr. Nicola wasn't just tagging along to get her picture taken by the paparazzi, oh no, she had been nominated for an award, the prestigious Starlet Award for Best New Comer. Nicola stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her breasts inside the low cut dress. It was a gorgeous wee number, little more than a thin curtain of black silk around her luscious body, held in place by two thin spaghetti straps over her golden tanned shoulders. The front was scooped, revealing the swell of her boobs. Nicola allowed herself a quick peak down her own dress to check out her generous boobs and delicious pink nipples. Nicola had a fabulous chest and she was justly proud of it. Her 38-25-35 body was evenly tanned all- over from head to foot. Nicola had been a professional model in her native Melbourne since she was 16. However, the work had been all pretty demure: swimsuit, fashion, catwalk, maybe the odd lingerie shoot. Back then, the bashful Nicola had maintained her all-over tan with private sunbed sessions. But a few months ago, all that changed. Nicola realised her greatest assets were yet to be fully appreciated. A new agent brought a new direction in her career. Nicola did her first nude modelling shoot, and loved it. After a spread in Australian Penthouse, her new agent suggested she come to Hollywood to get a little more "exposure". And that was precisely what she had got. If Nicola harbored any inhibitions before, they were gone now. These days, her all-over tan was kept in shape by stretching out nude on a sunlounger behind her condo building, much to the delight of her neighbors. Nicola had worked as a hostess at Hollywood parties wearing nothing more than a smile. She had entertained studio execs with some very private lap dances. She had worked a promotion at a bikini carwash, which thanks to Nicola quickly became a bikini-less carwash. She had hailed a cab nude on Hollywood Boulevard. She had even been talked into stripping on live TV by cable talk-show host Tony Moroni. Nicola sighed. It was almost a shame to keep her fabulous tits covered all night. Technically, though, they wouldn't be, as a clip from her nominated movie, "Bikini Bandits" would be shown and, given that Nicola's clothed screen time was about 42 seconds, it would almost certainly be a nude scene. Nicola was looking forward to a quiet evening with no sexy surprises in store. A limo carried Nicola to the awards. Somehow, they managed to arrange the ceremony to be held at the AFI again. Thank God for cultural studies, Nicola mused, reflecting on how the growing academic interest in pop culture meant that thousands of horny college boys could now write essays on movies such as "Bikini Stewardesses 2". They arrived, and Nicola stepped out onto a red carpet. It had always been a fantasy of hers, and this time it was for real. The cameras flashed, the photographers called her name. She smiled at them, leaning forward, teasing them with a hint of nipple popping out of her dress. It was only the B movie awards- the carpet was faded, the paparazzi were from cheap tabloids and nudie magazines, but it was something. Nicola basked in her moment of glory. Nicola briefly felt a little sad that she was dateless tonight. She had no steady boyfriend, and frankly, she didn't want one. The oodles of casual sex she was getting was quite enough. It was a shame her friend Jennifer couldn't be here. During the shooting of "Bikini Stewardesses 2", Jennifer had met a man and fallen in love. They had married, and Jennifer, retired from movie making, now lived the life of a housewife somewhere in the mid-west. Nicola felt a pang of sadness at the loss of her friend and sometime lover, but at the same time happy that she had found her soulmate. Inside, the diningroom-turned-studio was ready for the show to begin. The awards were being broadcast on the TNA network, and had become a popular annual event on that cable channel. As the awards started, Nicola took her seat with the rest of the people from "Bikini Bandits". Mr. Spinetti was there, with his latest discovery, a Russian-born supermodel named Titania (but whom everyone called Tits) who, like Nicola, had come to the States to seek fame and fortune. The Baltic beauty perched on Mr. Spinetti's lap, giggling into his ear. Also there was Kent Dusic, the dispensable male lead in the film, accompanied by his "friend" Rick. Kent looked over at Nicola and gave her a wink, and she suppressed a laugh. The two had had a great deal of fun on the movie, and Nicola had often found herself wishing he was straight. He was nominated for the less than prestigious Woody For Best Male Performance, and it was agreed that if Jennifer won Best Female, then he and Nicola would go up and accept on her behalf. Finally, the ceremony began. It hosted by the same talk-show host who had convinced Nicola to give her all on his show, Tony Moroni, accompanied by his side-kick and hostess Kitten Magee. She was wearing considerably more clothes this time, though her sleek figure was well-served by the sparkling-pink gown she wore tonight. The two launched into their usual schtick, him being funnier than Johnny and her being shapelier than Ed McMahon, and with that the 2001 Annual B Movie Awards were away. To Nicola it seemed an interminable wait. The Woody for Best Female went not to Jennifer as they'd hoped, but to that ex-TV bimbo Tabitha Young. She'd bounded on stage wearing a strapless gown. As she victorious waved the statue above her head, both her nipples popped into view, much to the delight of the audience, giving the TV viewers something that had long been denied to them on "Scenic Places". As she clapped unenthusiastically, Nicola could feel the tension building in her stomach. The "Starlet" Award was one of the biggies, and came very late in the show, right before Best Movie. Finally, Kitten took the podium. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, to present the Starlet Award for Best New Comer, please welcome the talented actress who won that very award back in 1993 for her starring role in 'Bikini Carwash Company', Miss Kristi Ducati." The audience applause put Tabitha's nipples in the shade. The radiant star took the stage, beaming down at the audience. For a moment Nicola was so struck by the actress's beauty she forgot the squirming in her stomach. Kristi was a tall green-eyed brunette, with a considerable bust tucked inside a white sequined gown. As far as Nicola was concerned, her smile lit up the auditorium. As the applause finally died down, Kristi spoke, her lilting voice ringing out across the PA. "Our industry relies upon new faces, and new bodies [audience laughter] to bring our viewers more exciting, more thrilling, more sexy stories. Tonight's three nominees have proved they've got what it takes to be a star, and are more than willing to bend over backwards to please their fans. Just like me back then," she added with a titter. "The nominees for the Starlet Award for Best New Comer are... "Nicola Baron, as Kelly in 'Bikini Bandits'." A splattering of applause broke out, and Kristi turned to the overhead screen behind her where Nicola's clip was playing. ### A smoky bar, the usual type of dive found in B movies. Bikers rubbed shoulders (and other body parts) with topless waitresses. Suddenly, the saloon doors burst open, and Kelly stood stark naked in the entrance, making a poor attempt to cover her breasts and her crotch. "I've been robbed," she cried. "It don't look like that to me," someone called out. "Yup, that'll be them bikini bandits that'arr been terrorising the town of late," the bartender drawled. He nodded toward his cliental, indicating that all of the bikers were in their underwear. Kelly gingerly scooted her naked bottom onto a stool in front of him. "Well, why doesn't anyone do anything about them?" she muttered, still trying to preserve her modesty. He shrugged. "Folks round here is kinda scared of em, I guess. When a sexy young thang in a micro-bikini waves a 44 at yer and asks for yer wallet and yer pants with em, you jes do what she says." A look of determination crossed Kelly's face. Delusions of Braveheart swum in that stern expression on her beautiful face. "Yeah, well I'm going to do something about it." Forgetting her currently lack of clothing, Kelly stepped up onto the bar. The men all turned and leered up at her. "It's about time someone took a stand against those bikini bandits." She stood defiantly on the bar, her perfect breasts and neatly trimmed muff exposed to her rapt audience. "They can take our clothes, but they can never take our freedom." A cheer of approval rang out. Kelly mistook their lust for her as lust for justice. She raised her fists in the air, thrusting her boobs forward. "As God is my witness, I'll never be naked again," she cried out. The men yelled in agreement. Just then, Kelly looked down and realised she was standing naked on the bar above a roomful of horny bikers. She gave a squeak of em-bare-ass-ment and tried to cover herself. ### The audience applause drowned out the applause on screen. Nicola grinned nervously. On one of the monitors, a camera showed a CU of the pretty Australian model, showing off her shoulder length hair, sparkling blue eyes, and aristocratic good looks. Kristi continued. "Page Brook as Kelly in 'Camp Fear'." Another clip played, this time of a busty blonde airhead in a forgettable slasher flick. Mr. Spinetti filled them in on the movie. "You know how in 'Scream' they have that rule in horror movies that all the slutty girls who take their clothes off get killed, and the good girl who doesn't lives? Well, for this movie they switched it round." On screen, the clip finished with the topless Page Brook screaming her impressive lungs out over the hacked corpse of a fully-clothed non-bimbo actress. The audience applauded again, though Nicola smugly thought it was less enthusiastic then hers. "And finally," Kristi continued, "Angela Monroe as Kelly in "'Bikini Quantity Surveyors'." The audience clapped. Nicola rolled her eyes. On the screen, her arch- rival, clad in a tiny black bikini and wearing a yellow construction helmet, was making what was to Nicola a pathetic attempt to seduce a nerdy looking guy with glasses and a clipboard. Truth be told, she did look pretty hot, thought Nicola. Those haughty good looks. That toned, flat stomach. The construction helmet she wore. It's kind of... sexy. Angela's seductive dialogue was having an effect upon her victim. She reached up and popped the fastener on her bikini top, revealing her small but deliciously pointed boobs topped with perky pink nipples. The camera showed her in MCU, breathing heavily with lust, her cone-like breasts rising and falling. On the big overhead screen, each nipple looked about a foot long. "I want you," she turned those beautiful brown eyes to look directly into the camera. "I want you now," Angela panted. The clip ended to riotous applause, cheers and whistles. Nicola was uneasy. Angela's performance got a better reception. Rick muttered, "Wow, even I felt something then." A queasy expression crossed Nicola's face at the thought of her bitter adversary beating her to the Starlet. Kent caught her look of distress and patted her knee. "It's OK honey. I'm sure she just slept with them all." On stage, Kristi was still applauding. "Wow, that was pretty hot," she improvised, fanning herself with the envelope. "Whew. And the Starlet goes to...," Kristi's fingers tore into the gold envelope. Nicola gritted her teeth. At the last moment she told herself she wasn't going to win, and resigned herself to losing to that queen bitch, Angela Monroe. "Nicola Baron for 'Bikini Bandits'," Kristi announced. Nicola couldn't believe it. She burst out into a grin. She stood, hearing only Kristi saying her name ringing in her ears, drowning out the standing ovation that was breaking out around her. In a daze, the beautiful starlet walked up to collect her award. Kristi held the small, gold statuette. As Nicola reached out to accept it from her, Kristi leant forward and kissed her on the cheek. The exotic smell of her perfume made Nicola's head swim. Her proximity to the gorgeous Miss Ducati also threw her further into confusion. Nicola was aware of Kristi's massive bust brushing against her own. Applause continued to roar in her ears. Nicola stood dazed under the lights. "I can't believe I won this," she said into the mic, as the clapping subsided. "Thank-you, all of you." She looked around the room, catching sight of Angela glaring at her from the "Bikini Quantity Surveyors" table. Nicola couldn't stop smiling as Kristi led her from the stage. Just within the wings, the couple stood arm-in-arm in front of a backdrop, grinning at the battery of photographers as Nicola showed off her award. As they shot off photo after photo, they yelled instructions to the two models, a rapid fire blur of commands and flash-bulbs. "Kristi, give her a kiss," someone shouted. They turned and faced each other, exchanging first a chaste kiss on the cheek, and then a awkward kiss on the lips. Nicola found herself staring into those beautiful green eyes. "Kristi, put your hand on her tits," someone else yelled. Nicola swooned. "Are you OK, honey?" Kristi asked. Nicola nodded. "Just a little overwhelmed." Kristi smiled. "I know what you mean. When they gave these things out back in 1993, there were no cameras, no big hoopla. Come on, I'll take you back to the Green Room and get you a drink." Backstage, Nicola gulped down a brandy. "Easy, easy there, princess," Kristi told her. Nicola smiled. "It's OK. I'm Australian. We're the world champion booze drinkers." Still, her head still swum a little. They were in the Green Room. There were a couple of other people there, too, men in tuxedos and women in sequined gowns, occasionally glancing over at the two starlets. Nicola mostly ignored them, wanting to stick close to Kristi. Very close. She oozed sex appeal, and Nicola was beginning to feel horny. Very horny indeed. "That sure is a sexy accent," Kristi said. "Thanks," Nicola replied. Was Kristi flirting with her? Nicola had no idea if she went that way or not. She racked her brains, trying to remember if Kristi had ever done any girl-girl scenes in her movies. "You should come down to the network for a meeting," Kristi was saying. "I'm thinking we can work you into the new series of 'The Bikini Carwash Company' as a regular guest- star." Kristi was one of the B industry's big success stories. Her career had bottomed out in the mid-90s, and she had seriously thought of quitting. Then TNA hit upon resurrecting "The Bikini Carwash Company" as a cable-TV show, and invited the original cast back. Neriah Davis had been too busy with her own career (though she'd made the odd guest appearance), Sara Suzanne Browne was now a "serious actor" (she was doing dinner theatre in Milwaukee), and Rikki Brando had vanished off the face of the earth. Only Kristi accepted, with the proviso that she be given a producer's credit and input into the show. It had turned out she had a real talent for it, and was now the show's executive producer. She still found time to get naked on camera, but now she was the one dreaming up ways for her to lose her clothes. "The only thing that worried me was 'Kristi Ducati's Bikini School'," she said. "How come?" Nicola asked. "I heard it did good business." "It was the title," Kristi explained. "My name. Like 'Sylvia Kristel's Beauty School' or 'Marilyn Chambers's Bedtime Fantasies'. It kinda said I was a tired old B actress, making one more movie, baring my wrinkled old body one more time." "I saw that movie," replied Nicola. "There was nothing old or wrinkled about your body." She leered at Kristi, who just smiled. "Thanks. You're pretty good yourself. I love the all-over tan. Nice touch." Nicola poured herself another drink. Suddenly, she remembered the awards. "Bikini Bandits" was nominated for Best Movie. She turned to look at the Green Room's monitor, only to see Angela, the producer, and other cast members of "Bikini Quantity Surveyors" accepting the Woody. "Tough luck," said Kristi. "Still, I'm sure there'll be other awards." Nicola wasn't too worried about it. She had her Starlet. And if she played her cards right, she might just get to have the starlet standing in front of her. An eager looking guy burst into the Green Room. "Hey everybody, "Bikini Quantity Surveyors" is having a big after-party. They say Angel Monroe is going to personally thank everyone who helped them win that award." The room quickly emptied, leaving Nicola and Kristi alone. "Aren't you going?" Nicola asked. "Nah," Kristi shook her head. "To tell the truth, I find that girl a bit of a bitch." Nicola smiled. The evening wore on. Alone, the couple made themselves comfortable in the Green Room, lying together on the couch. The awards ceremony over, the TV was now playing "Hot and Steamy Action", a show on the TNA network that played clips from movies. On the couch, the starlets were beginning to get pretty hot and steamy themselves. Alcohol had been consumed. Inhibitions were forgotten. The subject of conversation had turned to breasts. "God, I love your natural look," said Kristi, eyeing up Nicola's cleavage. "Really?" she replied. Nicola tugged down the top of her dress allowing her beautiful boobs to pop free. Kristi let out a slight gasp. "Wow," she said. "I wish I had been that big. I almost can't remember what real ones feel like." Nicola smiled, and scooted closer to Kristi. Her boobs hung out over the top of her dress, wobbling with each movement. "Go on, have a feel." Kristi gave a naughty smile, and reached out to Nicola's award- winning tits. She cupped them in both hands, feeling their weight, caressing the underside of each with the flesh of her palms. Nicola stared into Kristi's eyes. They smiled. Kristi stroked her fingertips across Nicola's areolas, causing her nipples to harden and Nicola to gasp. Kristi tweaked the excited nubbins of flesh. Nicola eyed up Kristi's bust in return. "Do you mind?" she asked. "Sure, help yourself," Kristi replied. Her own boobs still being groped, Nicola eagerly dove into her new friend's blouse, tugging it down her waist, revealing Kristi's own sizeable charms. Nicola hefted them in her hands, feeling their weights. "They feel real to me," she said. The two girls giggled to each other. "You know," said Kristi with a sly grin, "I've never done a girl-girl scene before." "Oh, I've done heaps of them," Nicola replied. Picking up on her cue, she added, "Perhaps you'd like to workshop a scene right now?" "Great idea," squealed Kristi. "What do we do?" "Well, first we get rid of these clothes. We don't want them getting in the way." They both stripped off their gowns, Kristi a little shy, but eager to show Nicola she was up to it. They were both now in their underwear, white french-cut panties for Kristi, and a tiny black g-string for Nicola. Anyone entering the Green Room now would have the pleasure of seeing two lithe, near-naked bodies arranging themselves on the couch, bare breasts swinging free. "I'll just pop you down here like this," Nicola positioned Kristi lying on her back, facing up. Of course, the blocking involved much groping and caressing of bare flesh. "And I'll just position myself like this." Nicola lay on top of Kristi. Slick with sweat, their near-nude bodies slithered against each other deliciously. Kristi, like Nicola, had an all-over tan, and her body glistened in the soft lighting of the Green Room. Nicola lay on top of Kristi, their faces inches apart, Nicola's real boobs pressed firmly against Kristi's enhanced chest. "So what now?" asked Kristi, as Nicola gently stroked her hair. "Well, now we'd make out for a while, like this." Nicola leaned forward and kissed Kristi on the lips. It was a passionate, open-mouth kiss, and the older starlet returned it with rapture. Their two tongues played out a dance of desire in each other's mouth, slipping back and forth between them. Despite a novice, Kristi took to Nicola like an eager beaver, sucking her tongue down her throat. She slipped an arm around the younger girl's waist, and began to caress Nicola's bare ass. Nicola was in seventh heaven. It had only been a short time since she'd first been seduced by another woman, her dear friend Jennifer, and now here she was seducing someone else. And not just anyone, but a famous starlet. Kristi's mouth was hot and eager for love. Normally very submissive sexually, Nicola was enjoying taking the upper hand for once. Finally, they broke the kiss, panting heavily. "OK," Nicola directed her, "now you start sucking on my nipples." Kristi obediently took one of Nicola's swollen nips and her mouth and began to suckle like a new born babe. Nicola moaned in pleasure. The student was learning. Kristi withdrew from Nicola's lucky left boob, and turned her attention to the right. Her tongue swirled around the areola, causing the bud at the centre to stiffen with pleasure. After teasing the poor little nipple for a moment longer, Kristi's wet mouth slurped down onto the tasty morsel. Nicola contented herself to grope Kristi's considerable boobs, gently kneading them between her roving hands. "Mmm," she murmured, "that's a good girl." She was getting wet, and her pussy was beginning to demand some attention. They stood up for a moment, stretching their beautiful bodies. In this light the two tanned, naked starlets could almost be sisters. They dripped with sweat. Nicola bent down to slip off Kristi's underwear, and then proceeded to remove her own. Kristi, remembering something, smirked. "Is it true they call you 'Knickers'?" Nicola nodded, tossing the unneeded g-string over her shoulder. "How come?" Kristi asked. Nicola smiled. "Because they want to fuck me." Kristi thought about it for a while. "I should call you Knickers too then." They giggled together at the joke, standing before each other completely nude. Nicola looked down to inspect Kristi's muff. It was kept neatly trimmed for television, a thin dark stripe that pointed the way to heaven. Nicola knelt before Kristi and slipped her face into her crotch. Kristi gasped, a mix of surprise and pleasure. Nicola's tongue quickly found Kristi's labia, teasing it out into the open where Nicola could suckle on it. Kristi, still gasping, began to shake. Her beautiful stomach muscles rippled with the orgasm that was building between Nicola's lips. She came, her whole body shuddering with a pleasure she'd never felt before. Nicola looked up, her face now glistening with something more than sweat. "Now it's your turn." Kristi, a little dazed, nodded. Nicola sat down on the couch, opening her legs to display her moist pussy. Pink, wet and swollen, it radiated heat. Kristi knelt before her, and hesitantly began to manoeuvre her face into Nicola's pussy, trying to copy the moves Nicola had performed on her. "That's it, a little more, keep going," Nicola egged her on. "Mmmm," she moaned, as Kristi's apprentice tongue hit paydirt between her lower lips. Soon, Kristi was enthusiastically French kissing Nicola's pussy, eagerly pushing her mouth and nose into her crotch. Nicola could feel the waves of pleasure rippling up her lithe body. All she could feel was the tongue lapping at her pussy. She hadn't planned on fucking anyone tonight, but was certainly glad it had happened anyway. Nicola's breathing came in sharp bursts. The shuddering nerve endings in her pleasure-parts told her orgasm was imminent. Nicola let out a short scream, and came all over Kristi Ducati. Still naked, the couple cuddled on the couch, basking in the afterglow of sex. Kristi gently stroked Nicola's hair lovingly. Suddenly, the door of the Green Room burst open, and in walked half a dozen reporters and photographers. The awards over and all the celebrities gone, they had descended upon the Green Room in hopes of finding some left-over booze and food. They had stumbled upon something better. Cameras flashed, sunguns flared into life, and the delighted mob surged forward. Surprised, the two starlets leapt to their feet and stood naked in the glare of lights and cameras that were now focused on them. Kristi made an attempt to cover her breasts and crotch, but Nicola, knowing a good photo op when she saw one, struck a model's pose, with a fake look of surprise on her pretty face, but didn't try to hinder the view of her gorgeous tits and still glistening pussy. From the hubbub of the crowd, someone lasciviously yelled a question, "Kristi, what's going on here?" She quickly recovered her poise. Still chastely covering her delicious body, Kristi cleared her throat. "What's the matter, you've never seen an audition before?" The unexpected reply left the reporters stunned. But she wasn't finished. Ever the producer, Kristi wasn't about to let a free press conference slip through her fingers. "Gentlemen, I'd like to take this opportunity to announce that Miss Nicola Baron, the winner of the 2001 Starlet Award for Best Newcomer, will be joining the cast of 'The Bikini Carwash Company'. So tune in to TNA, Wednesdays at nine Pacific Time, to see more of Nicola." Nicola smiled, and clutching her Woody, waved into the cameras. END