Don't Meet Your Fans

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Lexy was still quite overwhelmed. Cognizant enough to mutter questions and connect some dots in her head, loopy enough and robbed of enough faculties to fail to stand and to fail to hold a conversation. She sat there, drooping in her chair with her legs apart, her crotch and inner thighs dripping with the fluids of her own excitement, and Kelsea's saliva. If her head were on straight, she may have pried more. How was Kelsea so skilled at this. Why the timid act or persona? Is she single?

Lexy could only sit and quiver with infatuation and pleasure. Her world was just rocked! She caught a glimpse of those cotton panties as Kelsea pushed herself up to her feet and made herself decent, unbunching her short skirt. For a moment, the dazed celebrity forgot her open question as she stared off into space in admiration and love for everything Kelsea had just done for her. The stammering words and skittish attitude of Kelsea's meeker persona managed to bring Lexy back to orbit. The green-haired girl brought her arms up as if to give Kelsea a hug. "A good person at heart?" That sounded to somber to Lexy, like the talk of a person that could use a hug. But the tiny blonde's shyness won out.

"Kelsea..." Lexy whimpered. But she was too late. The cute lightweight scampered off quicker than Lexy could get her attention. She tried to collect herself and sit up straight. She tried and struggled.

That adorable embarrassed smile. The energetic fangirling. The way they just clicked and became intimate with little to no effort. Would this be the last she ever sees of Kelsea? Only time would tell....