Karlie's POV
I was awoken my the loud vibrations from my skirt, which had reached the kitchen counter. Shit. Tay's phone was in there. If it was cracked, she would be pissed.
I lifted Taylor's head off of my neck and placed it lightly on the carpet. I got up and ran to the skirt, laying on the granite. I picked the skirt up and searched the pockets. To my relief, there was no crack. Not to my relief was the caller - Calvin. Taylor never called him back and now I'm picking up again. I decided not to pick up but to let it ring until he gives up. He did give up and I put the phone next to Taylor.
I haven't got any other clothes, just the ones I wore when I arrived. I was only meant to pop over and just visit Taylor, not get drunk, stay 2 nights and get a girlfriend. My suitcase, with all my clothes, phone and sex toys had already been sent home to Goshen, New York State. I was in Tribeca, New York City. I could either put my dirty clothes in, steal some of Taylor's clothes or run there nude. I was not going to do option 3 in the middle of New York. It was a 1 and a quarter hour drive last time an I didn't have a car. Maybe I could wear Tay's clothes. She won't notice. I 'borrowed' a black lace bra, which was apparently too big for me. How? Her breasts were the same size as mine! I also 'borrowed' a pair of black panties, and one of her old Red Tour dresses - the one from the Lucky One.
I couldn't call a taxi. Not like this. Tay's car wasn't here either. I needed a lift. Who could I call? Ed? Abigail? The Haims?
I picked up Tay's phone and texted Alana Haim - "Hey Alana, it's Karlie. I'm still at Tay's apartment and I need a lift back home. Sorry about the short notice. Okay see ya xx"
It took a few minutes for a reply. Still Taylor was asleep. Wow, lesbian sex really wears her out.
Alana finally did reply - "Hey Karls. I've got my dad's old Mustang ready. Shall I pick you up outside the apartment? XxXx"
"Yeah, sure. See you in a few xx" I texted back, and put the phone back to where it was before. As soon as I bent down, Taylor jolted up. I was glued still, her phone still in my hand. It took her a while to adjust to her surroundings, but as soon as she did, her eyes were fixed to my exposed cleavage.
"Say, Karls, that bra looks a little loose. Mind if I take it off?" She whispered seductively.
"Yeah, go ahead. It's yours anyway" I replied nonchalantly. The blonde girl's long arms trailed up my legs, to my butt, where she stopped to pull my (actually her) panties down, and then up my back to unclip the bra. It fell down the dress and out the bottom.
"I can't get in Alana's dad's car with no panties on, Tay" I said
"Getting a lift home then? I hope you're coming back" She said.
"Fuck yeah I am. I'm not abandoning my girlfriend."
"I'm not going to be here then. I'm gonna go to Rhode Island. It's much bigger there, and more exciting places to fuck, including the sea." Tay said, as she stood up, still nude
"Well I'm getting my bag and getting on that flight with you."
"Why don't I come with you to get your bag, and we can fly from Goshen. There is an airfield there, and my private plane is there now." She finished as she took the shoulder straps off my shoulder and pulled the dress down.
"Good idea. But I have to ask. Why do you always want me naked?" I asked
"It's because I'm deeply in love with you, and I love your body. I love your breasts, your butt, your face, your belly, your legs your.." She stalled, as she looked down to my Vagina "... Special area" she explained, with a wink. "I would kill or even quit the musical industry to see your perfect naked body all the time. I don't want to lose you and I've never felt this way about anyone before. I love you Karlie Elizabeth Kloss" She finished.
Wow! She was so amazing with that speech. My eyes widened and my head slumped in adoration. I leaned in. And connected my lips with hers and wrapped my arms around her neck. It soon turned to a lustful kiss and I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. The conditions inside there were warmer than my mouth and so my tongue stayed. Her tongue appeared to like my conditions too and now were connected in more ways. I pulled her closer as she threw us to the floor. I felt her soft fingers enter my hole and I couldn't hold my moan in. I pulled away and screamed in pleasure. Taylor smiled. She loved it when I do that.
The door burst open. It was Alana. She was already here.
"Hi. OH MY GOD!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!! THIS IS FUCKING DISGUSTING!!" she shouted.
She knew about us.
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Kaylor - Never Go Out Of Style
FanfictionKarlie Kloss and Taylor Swift. Adored as idols of fashion and music. The very best of friends. But would they dare get closer? Would they risk their entire careers to be with one another? Would they unleash a much different side to one another? A mu...
