Britney Story

Of course, I couldn't actually enjoy this cheesy pop music song, I assured myself, I was a serious guitar music lover. It wasn't until a couple of years later, by that time I was quite obsessed with Britney's gorgeous look realised I was almost as keen on her music and that Baby One More Time was much more my kind of thing than what I'd been listening to before. For once, my thirteen year-old sister Becky had been smarter than I was. She'd been into Britney's music from day one and had bought most of her singles and albums. One day, not long after I had graduated from High School and was taking some time off between school and college, Becky came home with a copy of Britney's new album, Oops, I Did It Again. As I created reasons to hang around in the living room where Becky was playing the album, I realised how much I was enjoying it without even having Britney herself to look at. The album was great fun catchy pop and I realised what I'd been missing all this time of not getting into the music that really appealed to me and instead liking what I was supposed to.

In college, the fact that I owned and regularly listened to all of Britney's albums excited some comment, a lot more than the huge Britney poster I had on my wall, and people liked to mock me for it but I was more comfortable in my taste now. Each evening, I would look up at the life size poster on the wall to see Britney looking down on me, dressed in just a black halter-top and tiny shining gold hot-pants. As I became aroused even looking at the poster, I began to wonder what it would be like to be with the real Britney, to feel my body pressed against her perfect one, to feel her soft lips against mine or feel her running her hands through my hair or down my body. I imagined what it would be like to feel the real Britney, the world's most beautiful superstar, unzipping my jeans and taking out my hard cock. I imagined her slipping out of those tiny, tight gold hot-pants to reveal her pussy beneath, I imagined it totally hairless.