"A Protégé for Pretty Girl"
Point-of-View story, as told by a random "bi-stander" lucky enough to be chosen.
Inspired by my fans ;) Long live Brooke Davis!!!!
Date Written: December 22nd, 2009

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I watched with awe as her eyes looked over me. Her eyes sparkling and her tongue practically sizzling with lust. Her fingers gesturing and her lips mouthing that precious come hither call.

Looking back now, I'm surprised I wasn't balling my eyes out with tears of joy. I mean, there I was amongst a group of 50 or 60 girls and Brooke Davis made me her number one pick. I was juicing at the thought of it. Being the ideas girl that she is, Brooke gathered North Carolina finest and tightest in this one room. Don't ask me how it got to be this. All I can imagine is no woman in her right mind would turn down an offer from Brooke Davis to meet up. Even if it was with a multitude of stiff competition.

The girls ranged from slim to a bit chubby. I'd noticed all the bigger girls were sort of short as well; not sure if that was coincidence or if it meant something. (Oh, it meant something! Brooke LOVES their body figure's resemblance to her beloved friend, Haley James Scott.) Anyway, Brooke was like some local legend in the state of NC. Felt like every girl knew her and inspired to her. Better yet for Brooke, every girl – especially the straight ones – wanted to have sex with her. I know I did...

And that goes to show dreams could come true. Because on this day, I was in the presence of the Brooke Penelope Davis. Six years on and I don't regret a thing. If anything, it's that I haven't seen Brooke in person since. I now have a boyfriend, and I love him, but being a girl with sexual needs that he can't live up to gets pretty old, pretty damn quick, let me tell you.

A couple years ago, Brooke Davis was the biggest name in American fashion with 'Clothes over Bros.' Her face was everywhere – on TV, in the magazines and newspapers, splashed across advertising on the net. And makes me reminisce. Without failure, every time I see her posing for the paparazzi, my mind brings me back to that day six years ago and all I have to do is close my eyes for her to be kneeling under me, caressing my pussy. Oh Gaaawwd, it makes me so wet! My pussy throbs for Brooke Davis, no joke. I'd be riding my boyfriend, and as the brainless asshole closed his eyes with some sort of ecstasy and chemistry I never felt, my attention would be on an old issue of B Davis magazine by the night stand.

I'm now 24, and hot. I don't mean to sound higher-than-thou, but I'm extremely good looking. But you should have already assumed that, what with someone as perfect as Brooke Davis summoning me. But back then I didn't have the same self confidence. I'd say 70% of the girls that day were 18 or 19, just like me. And with even the grandest ego in the universe, no-one would pick me as necessarily being the "hottest" of the bunch. The women in their early twenties were tasty. I was more "cute" than anything. And I would have turned bi for so many of these other women. Well, not have had a full on infatuation with another girl, but my tongue on their pussy would excite the heck out of me. Girls grow up playing and becoming intimate with their own parts, in seems only natural they're curious in other women. I knew it for certain by my sixteenth birthday. Promised myself I'd latch onto a few hot pussies later in life if given the chance. Lucky me, Brooke Davis was my first. College roommates were next to follow in an abundance. Mmmm.

So back to that story, because I know how it's making you feel. How much your pussy would be dripping if you were in my shoes...

So I stood out from the line Brooke had set up, shaking with nerves and joy. So damn horny she'd chosen me. Just like all the other girls, I wore a bikini set. Tops and bottoms, skimpy and scrumptious, camel-toes in plain sight as our pussies soaked through. My set was different to everyone else's, though. They were custom made. As I do some knitting, interested in fashion just like Brooke, I decided on doing up these bikinis for her amusement more than anything. The top was hot pink and read 'BROOKE DAVIS' - one cup with BROOKE the other with DAVIS. My bottoms were black with the same hot pink as lining, and right at the crotch was 'THIS IS 4 U' in white, cursive. I could have made it dirtier, but subtle and beautiful seemed safe. Brooke portrayed herself as a sex-loving, try-anything type girl but deep down I think she was a bit of a softie. At least she had gotten that way in the couple years leading up to that.

I stepped up onto the platform, trembling with fear. A good fear, but that didn't put my mind at any more ease. I walked up to her, Brooke sitting there like the Queen. It was so bizarre that a group of strangers culminated and had been thrust into this position, all vying for Brooke's body. And me, the 5'4", cute blue-eyed blonde with straight hair and an evenly tanned body would have a piece of this brunette sensation. As I got within an arm's reach of Brooke I could hear her breathing. God, even her breaths seemed to call my name.

"What's your name, sweetie?" her raspy voice whispered.
"Ariel," I gulped, extremely nervous and tense.
"That's a pretty name," she looked me in the eyes. Awww, I could have melted. She was so beautiful. "Relax," she took my hand, standing up from her chair (again, like a queen as we were her sexy-ass minions). All I could do was giggle like a fool, and I thought that had ruined it right there. That she'd think I was some clueless, shallow bimbo. "Thanks for the present," Brooke smirked, eyes on my bikini bottom.

Without as much as a thought (a stretch for me, because my friends call me a "conservative prude" -- which, by the way, they'd see me as everything else but if I shared with them this story) I slid the bottoms aside so my pussy hung over it. There Brooke stood watching it with all its glory.

"It's real yummy," I told her with a nervous smile.
"Where are you from?" Brooke asked, intrigued, having picked up on my Southern accent.
"Not North Carolina," I said as a joke, blushing. And although she was gathering everyone from the state, me not being bore there wouldn't bring me to me disqualified as anything.
"I fucking love your accent," Brooke bit her bottom lip, viciously staring me down. Her expression may have been aggressive, but it was the hormones. She wanted to be a bad girl and I loved to play bad.
"I'm from Texas," I answered. A lot of people dig Southern accents. And a lot of people don't, as well, but mine never seemed to be under that one. I was this cute, bubbly teen with a gorgeous voice. I'd lost it a bit now, living away from home for going on 8 years, and I've certainly lost my way of talking in word choice, phrasing, etc. That sort of "hillbilly talk" every Tom, Dick and Harry wants to laugh at.
"Texas?" Brooke pulled me close to her, our noses grazing and our lips touching as she talked. "You really close to your family?" she asked with a smirk, and I damn sure knew what that meant.
"If you were my sis, I sure would be," I answered with as much naughty, nasty implication as she baited me with.

She yanked me even harder as I said that, digging her fingernails firmly into each cheek of my ass. "That's so nasty," Brooke whispered in my ear. "I love it." She held her head against mine, eyes closed as she squeezed my ass. "You ever been with a girl before?"
"Uh-uh," I shook my head.
"How many guys?"
"None."

Well that just sent Brooke wild. She moaned under her breath at my answer. My truthful answer. I was still a virgin and she was going to be the first person - man or woman – to have me.
"Definitely picked the right girl," she smiled some more. I just wanted to see those lips glistening with my cum. "Ladies!" she called out, pulling away from me temporarily to address the others. "Gather around," Brooke ordered. Again I thought about how bizarre this was. Brooke was like some God, leading her people. And as if a herd of sheep, the women all swarmed in, close up to the small circle platform Brooke and I stood on. It would have barely been ten foot in diameter, so the girls were that close.

"Lie on your back, baby," Brooke told me, her eyebrows doing their magic, one rose so seductively. While she relaxed, my nerves peeked. Now I was here, literally surrounded by this group of women. I couldn't see them behind me before but now they were right up close, looking me over, probably critiquing me in their minds and cursing me for being the lucky bitch. Still, I got down on the platform and lay down like Brooke asked.

"You're so fucking hot, baby," I heard a voice from the crowd say, and when I looked in that direction a bunch looked back at me. Every single face horny as hell. "I call next on that pussy, baby," the girl said again, and I saw who it was this time. She was a brunette, probably in her mid-20's, twirling her fingers through her hair and staring me down just like every other girl had been.

The crowd went back three rows in the 360 degree bunch, with whispers or moans coming from everywhere. And I stared up at Brooke kneeling down onto me, my realised my pussy was beyond drenched. Brooke sat on my stomach, lashing her body and head up a couple times like it was some lap dance. The crowd of girls ooo'd and ahh'd as Brooke worked her body over me, and I could feel her own juices leak onto me. Then she slid down my body in one smooth motion to lie between my legs.

"We're making them hot, Ariel," Brooke told me another astounding smile. A smile just for me! So, so, soooo beautiful. I scanned around me at the other lovely ladies. Nearly all shuffled uncomfortably, hot and bothered. But it wasn't an awkward kind of uncomfortable; they were uncomfortable because they were missing out on getting some Brooke Davis like I was. Meanwhile about every third or fourth girl had taken matters into their own hands – something that must have caught on. Either one or both of their hands were down their bikini bottoms, relieving their soaked pussies.

I went to this thing purely in hope to get with Brooke Davis, and even just meet her in person. I wasn't interested in girls – just Brooke and Brooke alone. But I'm not gonna lie that when I watched these women stare right back at me as they rubbed and fingered themselves made me so hot. NONE of these girls were just your average, "Oh, she's cute," type girl, they stood out. They were smoking hot. Suspiciously so. Miss America pageants struggle to find a dozen women as appealing as these girls were, so to think that North Carolina had this many women was incredible. I'm talking Megan Fox, crossed with Angelina, crossed with Jessica Alba. Crazy gorgeous. And they were gaga for me!!

I felt Brooke's mouth clamp down around me. Her supple mouth over my raging pussy and it couldn't have felt any better. I let out a groan and that's when the 20-something brunette talking dirty to me before stepped up onto the platform. Already bottomless, she untied and discarded of her top and standing over me.

In a jerk reaction I reached up, scurrying for the body directly over me. Her pussy looked so yummy from below and everything seemed to slow down as several drops of cum fell from her. I opened my mouth, waiting for what seemed an eternity as they splashed my tongue, and a couple girls in the crowd squealed and cheered.

"I'm Michelle. Twenty-six, a model. And I'm in it for the young, tight pussies." My jaw dropped as this legged beauty introduced herself like a whore.
"That's so cute," I said, grabbing her heels, somehow Brooke had zoned out.
Michelle got down with her high heels still on, bringing her backside to my face. She lay down over me, her pussy at my mouth as she perfected the 69. Furiously, I licked her. Tasting her pussy, slurping pedantically, and I felt Michelle do much the same on mine. Then Brooke continued again, down the lower half of my pussy, and it was sexual bliss. I moaned, Michelle moaned, Brooke moaned. And it sounded like every onlooker moaned with us.

Just as I felt fingers penetrate my pussy, I heard what I thought was Brooke's voice. I broke from my lust with Michelle's pussy for an instant in case Brooke wanted me, but as I looked over Michelle's flat, tight ass and to the side over at Brooke, she appeared too focussed on my pussy. So I went back to a pussy of my own, now also digging my fingers into Michelle. Again I heard the raspy voice, certain it was Brooke's. But the whispers and whimpers from the crowd made her words impossible to decipher.

"I said she's mine!" Brooke burst out with a high-pitched scream. The hall fell deafly quiet as the host sat up, furious, giving evil eyes to Michelle.
"My cum's already all inside her mouth," Michelle replied matter-of-factly, talking of me. "So what are you gonna do?"

At that moment I spanked Michelle, slapping her on the ass. But instead of it coming off as me mad, it just made the 26-year-old hotter. "Slap all you want, baby. I love it," she grinned back at me. "You can go now, Brooke. She wants me," Michelle sternly told my dream girl. Brooke was speechless. Whatever power she held over these women seemed to be falling around her. Her bravado of being the sexy, dominant female was failing thanks to this bitch of a model.

"Go Brooke yourself," Brooke snarled, hopping off the stage as the crowd dispersed for her. They watched as she walked off and out the hall. Michelle broke the dead silence, giggling devilishly.

"What do you say, girls?" Michelle addressed the group, like she was the new leader. "Bukkake?" her suggestion got a few thrilled reactions.

That day I was squirted relentlessly in juices. We did have that bukkake, and it was to this day the most amazing time of my life. From head to toe, I was literally drenched. The girls used me like a doll, and I loved every minute. It got me off countless times, lying in a pool of juices as they each took turns in this line. Some would finger fuck me at my request for another orgasm; some would just soak me with their load for the time being; most would lick the thick layers of fluid from some part of me.

And each time they came back for seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths, I still couldn't believe how beautiful they were. How so differently their face or body was from the next but how perfect each of them was. And for them to be into girls made it twice as mind-boggling. If you've ever considered yourself the luckiest person in the world, I can safely say you were wrong. For an 18 year old from a little town in Texas to be finger-fucked, tongue-fucked, cummed-on, licked-off-of, and treated with an overall sense of beauty was truly amazing.

The one and only thing to top that day off would have been to have Brooke Davis there, still amongst it all. She'd started it, but then she'd left. And I hated that Michelle at first for going about what she did to Brooke, but the personal bukkake bath was her idea. Plus she had to be the hottest of them all, and her bright blue eyes made my pussy quiver. She and I are now best friends and next door neighbours. Both of us have men in our lives, but when they're away, we play.

And yes, I'm damn near certain her pussy has the potential to fulfil me until either of us can take no more, but that doesn't mean my heart doesn't still pound for a certain someone. Brooke Davis has been back in Tree Hill for a couple of years now. And I'm finally ready to give myself to her again. You can count on it...

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End of Chapter One // "A Protégé for Pretty Girl"

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