DISCLAIMER: If you are underage and/or unqualified to view adult
material, if adult material is outlawed in your community or you are
offended in any way by explicit depictions of sexual activity, DO NOT read
on. Also, this is an entirely FICTITIOUS story. The celebrities mentioned
here have never engaged in these types of activities, nor would they ever
consider doing so. They are all living angels. So there. :)

Wow. I started this chapter over a year ago, but stopped, never expecting to
finish it. Your response to this series has been too great to let that
happen. Expect more chapters to follow... amazingly, in less than a year!
Also, this chapter's dedicated to TM, the only guy to see the unfinished
version. Hell froze over, buddy. It's finally done.


Celebrity Schoolgirls 5:
Natalie Portman, Jessica Simpson and Rachael Leigh Cook
by Tony Idolatry


Five minutes after the end-of-lunch bell rang, anyone who either cared
about doing well in school, or about not getting their chops busted by
teachers with nothing better to do, were already sitting at their desks,
ready and waiting to be thrilled by incredibly interesting lessons. Then,
since thrills have never been allowed in American high school classrooms,
deal with inevitable disappointment.

It was during the seventh minute that Danielle came tearing through the
second floor hallway, leading Anna by the hand, both headed for the same
science class at the end of the corridor. Danielle was sweating, not
lingering sweat from her quick clit-licking gymnastics session, but fresh
sweat from the panic of having never been late to class before. Never. Good
girls just don't do that. Danielle wasn't ready to be a full-fledged rebel
yet.

This was not the case for Jessica Simpson. Her classmates nicknamed the
senior "The Texas Hurricane," because she moved from Texas when she was 11,
and, well, because she wasn't exactly a Texas Tornado. A tornado destroys
anything and everything in its path. There's no way you can look at a
tornado and see anything but danger. Jessica, on the other hand, led a
double life. She only let adults see the beautiful, calm eye of her
hurricane. She was polite in the classroom, adorable at choir practice, and
the perfect daughter to her parents. BUT, when it was just Jessica and a
bunch of her friends....board up your house.

The girl took every chance she got to let her long blonde hair down big
time, cursing like a sailor, getting sloshed on Friday nights, and very
often banging a new guy each Saturday. Jessica's wild child side was old
news to every kid at St. Bernard's, which only made her holier-than-thou act
in the presence of authority figures all the more hilarious. If anyone ever
accused Jessica of being a phony kiss-ass slut within earshot of a teacher,
they had hell to pay, so everyone had pretty much decided to go with the
flow and see if Jessica ever tripped HERSELF up at the wrong time.

Jessica was snaking ever so casually down the hall when Danielle and Anna
ran past. They kicked up a breeze in Jessica's face, but the rebel didn't
bat an eye. She and the two friends at her side, senior Rachael Leigh Cook
and junior Natalie Portman, were sure to be a full five minutes late to Mr.
Borden's nauseating English class. As usual. But Borden never cared. All
Jessica had to do was lead the trio through the classroom's back door, flash
Borden a puppy-dog blush and embarrassed nod, and take one of the three
seats at the back of the three rows while Borden did his best not to drool
or let his hard-on tent out. Those three seats were ALWAYS empty when the
girls walked in, as if they were reserved for Jessica's daily performance.

"God forbid Fishel should miss a single fucking minute of chemistry,"
Jessica finally hissed in her stinging southern accent after enjoying the
rear view of Anna running through the hall. "Pathetic losers." She stared
straight ahead for a second, letting her diss linger and her bobby-socked
legs take another step or two, before ever-so-slightly turning her head to
the left, at Rachael.

"Totally," Rachael agreed.

No one was sure if Rachael had EVER disagreed with Jessica. Theirs was a
typical dominant-obedient friendship. It puzzled everyone why a girl like
Rachael, who had seemed so intelligent before Jessica blew into town, would
throw all her energy into following the blonde bombshell around all day.
With each cock of her short black tresses and flash of her brooding brown
eyes, she seemed to take note after mental note on Jessica. The reason was
so simple, but no one was shrewd enough to realize: Rachael had it bad for
Jessica, and if being near her meant having to be a bad girl too, then she
was dripping wet and ready to raise some hell.

"What do you think, Portman?"

"Losers, I guess. But chemistry isn't like English. If you're late for the
lab instructions, Ms. Hinckley might......"

"Do me a favor, Portman. Lighten up."

"Whatever, Jess."

Natalie didn't get too many kicks out of criticizing school. In fact, she
liked school. She was good at it. She met Jessica a year earlier in the
debate club and was pretty shocked when she found out about her partying
habits. Still, she hung with Jessica almost as tightly as Rachael, since
friends were hard to come by if you were a "geek," and because Jessica never
gave up on turning Natalie into a bad seed. She couldn't give up, because
she had a very nasty crush on Natalie. Something about her was so special.
Jessica was determined to tell her how she really felt one day very soon,
but she'd been putting it off like this since the day they met.

So here they were, three gorgeous brown-eyed girls locked together in a
love triangle none of them were aware of. Before they entered the final long
hallway to Borden's room, Natalie stopped to lean over a water fountain for
a quick drink.

Jessica saw her white lace panties below her rising plaid skirt.

Rachael saw Jessica's oogling.

Natalie saw the fountain faucet was loose, something she'd have to bring up
to the janitor after class.

"Christ!" Jessica suddenly blurted out, as if she could tell all her
horniness was going to waste. Natalie bolted upright in surprise, while
Rachael kept her tireless eyes on Jessica, but the ringleader offered no
explanation for the scream. She simply shook her head, licked her glossy
pink lips and went on walking with her witless pals. All she knew was that
she felt sexy. And very tense. Sexual tension. That's what Ricki Lake called
it. And Jessica knew it was up to her and her alone to do something about
it. Today's English class was going to be very special.

"I'm gonna do it today, girls," Jessica said. The three walked in silence
for a moment, nothing but the clopping of their jumbo-size clog heels
breaking the air, until Rachael spoke up.

"Really?"

Jessica froze in place and daringly lifted the front of her skirt to
teasingly massage her throbbing clit through her dampening turquoise thong.
She winked at Rachael, who was just about ready to pass out. "Really."

Rachael was forced to recover and laugh, maybe a bit too excitedly, once
Jessica and a bug-eyed Natalie began to walk again. "You're so bad," Rachael
scolded her idol, knowing those were Jessica's three favorite words. "You're
bad AND nuts."

"VERY nuts," Natalie added, as if on cue. "Jess, I know Borden doesn't pay
much attention to us, but he's not BLIND."

"Oooooh, I hope not," Jessica whispered, her pulse racing, "Cause deep down
he'll be real sorry if he misses this show."

They walked the rest of the way in silence, Rachael and Natalie completely
unsure of whether they should believe their friend. Of course, Natalie
thought, Jessica usually kept her promises, for better or worse. Plus,
Rachael remembered, Jessica had brought this idea up every day at lunch for
about the past two weeks. Each time it had seemed like a joke, but the idea
came back to Rachael every night as she fingered herself over the edge,
again and again. Now it could actually happen! Her ears were ringing with
her own silent screams for joy, her eyes blinded by a strong flashback of
wet turquoise fabric. She needed to sit down. Fast.

Luckily, they had reached the classroom's back door. Jessica trailed her
finger under her skirt one more time, forcing Rachael to stifle a dozen
delirious giggles and Natalie to keep her eyes from rolling. Then, in a
flash of goodness and light, Jessica plastered on her movie star smile,
opened the door quietly on a packed room of 20 young guys and girls, and the
daily ritual began anew.

"Yesterday we were dealing with prepositions.......Jessica."

The dimming of the smile. The blush. The nod.

The return nod. The meek waving gesture to take a seat. The textbook placed
in front of his crotch.

The two others, walking in behind on tiptoes, as if invisible.

The usual march to their usual seats, Natalie rear seat by the window,
Rachael rear seat in the middle.....wait! Jessica silently motioned for a
switcheroo, taking center stage and sending Rachael to sit closest to the
door. The three managed to sit with minimal commotion. Their lateness was as
traditional as reciting the pledge every morning, so none of the other
students bothered to look back at them anymore. No one cared. Their loss,
Jessica thought.

Borden took a second to clear his throat and get Mr. Happy to go down
before turning back towards the chalkboard and beginning to fill the four
black panels up with sentence, after sentence, after sentence, after
sentence, after sentence, after sentence, after sentence of prepositional
errors which, in his opinion, were only slightly less disgusting than your
typical quadruple homicide.

Jessica wasted no time. She took a deep breath and wiggled her delectable
butt against the wooden seat until she was nice and comfy. Rachael watched
every movement of her Texan goddess unabashedly. Natalie told herself to
look straight ahead, but Jessica's sly movements flashed like neon in the
corner of her eye.

Jessica reached back to her beautiful hair, which was held up by a pair of
long, thin orange pins, the kind Japanese women have used for ages. She
removed the pins and put one in her book bag, careful not to instinctively
swish her newly freed golden locks around and cause a stir. Rachael examined
the orange pin in Jessica's right hand. It gleamed in the sunlight. Jessica
took one more look around the room to make sure no one besides her two
friends was watching her. Half of them were scribbling, the other half
sleeping. She smiled naughtily and brought the blunt end of the pin to her
lips, drenching it silently, breathlessly. A burning tingle raced up
Rachael's spine as she watched Jessica's golden brown cheeks hollow out
around the slick pin. Jessica swished it between her lips ever so quietly
three times before taking the two inches out of her mouth a centimeter at a
time, just to make sure there wasn't a popping noise from her tight suction.
Some excess drool trailed after the pin, which Jessica quickly wiped away
from her grinning lips. She glanced once at Rachael and knew she had her in
a trance, twice at Natalie to know she was hooked as well, no matter how
hard she tried to look away. Jessica looked straight ahead, at Borden's
back, and sent up a silent prayer, the most earnest prayer she had ever
offered.

"Please Jesus," she thought, "don't let him turn around until I'm all the
way through cumming all over myself."

The choir girl-cum-sheet meat daintily shifted the hemline of her skirt six
inches higher and pried her thong to the side, exposing her wet gash to the
humid air. She could feel the underwear's pull getting tighter in her crack,
but she was determined to let the fucking fabric rip before letting a silly
thing like a skin-tight thong foil her plan. She took one more look at
Rachael, who was helplessly pawing herself through her skirt.

It was time.

Jessica moved the spit-covered pin between her gorgeous labia lips and,
right after plastering that fake beauty queen smile on her face to divert
any possible onlookers, pushed. The lubed two inches split her like a hot
knife through butter, making her knees go to jelly and her smile buckle into
an ecstatic grimace. By the time she managed to put a hand to her mouth, a
few deep pants had already escaped. Jessica didn't know how many people
heard them, but she simply called on her drama club training to perfectly
fake a sneeze. No one turned, including Borden, who cast off a disinterested
"God bless you."

"Ohhh thank you," Jessica groaned through her hand.

Rachael, never more excitedly nervous in her life, mouthed a frantic "SHUT
UP" to her masturbating gal pal, but Jessica shot back a "piece of cake"
smile and focused on ravaging her piece of pie. She brought her free hand
down to her blouse, cupping her full breasts and tweaking an aching nipple.
The pin had to be five or six inches inside her now. She almost bit her lip
from the feeling, like no other, of her tight passage caving in around the
erect intruder. Her heels left the floor. Her ass left the seat. Yet Jessica
somehow kept the mind-numbing pleasure quiet. She was determined to climax
in the classroom.

She turned to Rachael, who for some reason, all creamy skin and doe eyes,
looked sexier to her than she ever had before. Jessica mouthed "do it with
me." A millisecond later, a pearly drop of Jessica's juice fell to the
floor, sizzling against the green tile floor.

Rachael had waited for this for so long. She didn't know if she was being
lusted after or simply used, but she DID know that her beautiful crush had a
stick up her cunny and wanted her to join in. Fuck getting caught. The
reward was easily worth taking the risk.

At first Rachael moved to reach into Jessica's bag for the other pin, but
the bag was just far enough away that, if Rachael didn't fall out of her
desk, the creaking would be enough to make everyone turn around. Instead,
she settled on the rear end of her transparent ball-point pen. She felt so
HOT. Now it was Jessica staring at her, fucking herself, wanting Rachael to
do it too, NEEDING her to do it, mouthing "yeah" when she saw Rachael pick
up the pen and draw it close. Jessica slowly turned towards Rachael to offer
a better view of her plugged poon. A bead of perspiration ran down her
golden brown leg, crashing against the ridge of the bobby sock.

The show put Rachael in heaven, or at least at the gates. She blindly and
clumsily reached for the hem of her skirt, threatening to make some noise,
but the calmer Jessica brought a shushing finger up to her own lips. Rachael
nodded and blushed a deep red. She focused on herself now, lifting the skirt
and finding the edge of her pink panties. She flashed a self-conscious smile
at Jessica while she pealed away the clingy underwear, showing her pussy to
another girl for the first time. It was shaven, save for a neat little patch
of raven black pubic hair above. She looked to Jessica for approval, and oh,
how she got it. Jessica was inspired enough to pack another inch inside of
her. She ran her finger against her lips and sucked on the tip through a
smile, mouthing "mmmmmm." Rachael responded carnally, her eyes flitting up
to the sky and back as she felt the first bit of pen penetrate her drenched
pussy. She put more inside, letting out a silent scream before mouthing
"thank you" to Jessica through a laughing smile.

Slowly, Jessica clamped her feet back down on the floor and moved both
hands onto the pin, as if to tell Rachael, "Let's get seriously down to
business." The blonde vixen fucked herself a little faster now, moving that
pesky second hand again to give her neglected clit a little love. She
glanced up at Borden. He was only halfway through writing. She looked around
at everyone else. Still daydreaming. Fuck them, she thought, and fuck me
bad. She tightened her knees and pushed as hard as she could, feeling the
makeshift dildo tear through her. Hell yeah. High school forever. She turned
her woozy eyes back to Rachael, who mimicked Jessica in every way: pen way
deep inside, other fingers rocking her clit. The floor was pretty wet. It
looked like she had already been over the edge once or twice.

"I love you," Rachael mouthed through a shudder.

Jessica smiled and nodded. Whatever.

Remembering that Natalie had said "Whatever" ten minutes earlier, Jessica
turned to begin persuading her own object of affection to get nekkid. She
figured Natalie would either be hyperventilating from the thought of getting
caught, or just pouting from being left out. She found Natalie doing neither
of those things. Instead, she was doing herself. Furiously. Her hot pink
pussy was getting worked over with one of those big rectangular erasers, but
that was only the work of one hand. Two fingers on her other hand were
stuffed in above the eraser. Natalie's head was thrown back, her puffy red
lips constantly getting licked by her tongue in between mouthing filthy
things like "fill me up" and "harder, bitch." Her legs were flying in all
directions, but not far enough ahead to alert the gossipy bitch, Jeannie
Springer, sitting in front of her, and not far enough back to slam into her
schoolbag. Score one for sexual abandon.

Jessica, not used to being shocked, motioned to Rachael to see for herself.
She was stunned, too, but pretty soon, Rachael and Jessica found themselves
incredibly turned on more than anything else. Especially Jessica. She meant
for this whole thing to be about shits and giggles, but now she realized
that she and Rachael must've been giving off sexuality that was absolutely
fucking smoldering for Natalie to go pussy crazy. Her beautiful Natalie.

Jessica slowly slid down in her chair and spread her legs, frigging and
fucking her hot box with the pride of an A+ piece of ass. She had pulled it
off. She arched her crotch a few inches into the air and took alternating
peeks at the two new exhibtionists. She felt the pin slide all the way into
her tight hole and knew the feeling was coming. She closed her eyes and
thought about how she looked right then, how absurd it was that nobody
noticed and how willingly she would ride the dick and lick the twat of
anyone who did. The waves wracked her sensational body as she thought of
what she'd do with Rachael and Natalie that afternoon, and the afternoon
after that, and every other day she needed to get off more than breathe.

Rachael looked up at Borden. She was close AGAIN, a third time, and he was
still ten minutes from finishing! So many desires, so much time. A strand of
drool fell involuntarily from her lips as she thought about how she could
quietly work her way into her asshole. The craving for some back door action
fell away for a moment as her latest orgasm came upon her. The first one had
felt like a knife, stabbing all of her nerves away. The second one had felt
like an avalanche, tumbling down on all the oxygen in the room. This one,
though, was setting her brain on fire. She WAS hot. Sweat dripped from her
hair and brow. Jesus, she could almost hear an alarm in her head.

No, no...waitasecondthealarmisrealsoPULLYOURSELFTOGETHER!!!! AH!!! AHHH!!!
AHHHHHH!!!!

"Let's evacuate the building quickly, class," Borden said as he grudgingly
put down his chalk.

The rest of the class, about as enthusiastic over a fire drill as they were
about class, got up slowly, buying the girls precious seconds. Rachael
simply let the pen drop to the floor and straightened herself up, burning
her wet fingers as she tried to dry them quickly against the desk's wood.
Jessica never really got going again after her one climax, so she was able
to ditch the pin, slap herself out of the daze, get up and, literally, get
off scot-free.

The hysterical male voice from the front of the room told the sad third
fate.

"NATALIE!!!!!"

The lifelong innocent had let her femininity overtake her completely enough
to leave her far too comatose when the alarm rang. She had managed to slip
the eraser into her bag, but she hadn't had time to cover herself. She was
still dizzy from ecstasy when her classmates started screaming.

"Portman's flashing us!!"

"Nice crotch, Nat!"

"Do we have to show you ours now?"

Borden did his best not to show Natalie how excited HIS was. "Natalie, for
God's sake, cover up and report to the principal's office immediately when
we get back."

Natalie did as she was told and filed into line behind Jessica and in front
of Rachael. Rachael evened out Natalie's skirt while Jessica deflected all
the wise ass remarks from the front of the line, but Natalie seemed
unusually calm and sure. She had learned more about herself in ten minutes
of masturbation than from eleven years of books.

"You don't have to worry, baby," she whispered to Jessica once the class
was outside. "I'll take all the heat for this. It was worth it."

"Ooooh, bad little Natalie," Jessica cooed through a smile of utter
satisfaction. She had her naughty angel. The A-OK was given to come back
inside, and the two shared a down-low high five of sapphic sisterhood before
going to their very separate destinations.


PART 6 TO FOLLOW